Page 4 of Mafia Prize

“I want to suck your cock.” It’s good that I can’t see his face, otherwise I might never get the courage to continue. “I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to ravage me.”

He growls deep in his throat. “It’s not a good idea to say these words to a man like me, lisichka. It’s not a good idea to offer me everythingbecause I might take it.”

I pull away from him, and he lets me go. I turn around, facing him, and slowly unzip my dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of fabric. Underneath, I’m wearing a red lace bra that leaves very little to the imagination and a skimpy red lace G-string.

He inhales sharply. His eyes sweep over me, and I feel his gaze like a touch. “Here are your safewords,” he says. “Red if you want me to stop. Yellow, if you want me to slow down and check-in. Got it?”

I nod.

“I need your words, Mira.”

“Red to stop.” His gaze is on me, predatory and possessive, and I can’t think straight. I can’t breathe. The very air around me seems electrified. “Yellow to slow down. I’m not an idiot. I’ve got it.”

Hemoves.In an instant, he’s onto me, pushing me against the wall. He cages me in with his body, pinning my wrists over my head with one hand and wrapping the other around my throat. “Is this how you dress for a poker game?” he demands, pushing a knee between my legs. “Who was this for? Moretti? Del Barba? Guerra?”

My heart jolts, and my pulse pounds. “You forgot Dante, Gabriel, and Lola,” I taunt. “Maybe it was for one of them.” It’s probably unwise to push Andrei, but I can’t make myself stop. There’s a predatory gleam in his eyes,and I love it.“Or maybe I dress to please myself, not some man.”

He takes in my pebbled nipples and the goosebumps on my skin. “Or maybe,” he suggests silkily, “you dressed this way for me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

He gives me a maddening half-smile. “Let’s find out.” He lets go of my throat and slides his hand down my body as if it belongs there. He pushes my panties aside and thrusts his fingers into my pussy. Then he laughs, soft and knowing. “You’re drenched, Mira. Your words might be telling me one thing, but your body is sending me a very different message.” He licks my juices off his fingers, slowly and deliberately, and then he lifts me up as if I weigh nothing and sets me down on the bench. “Delicious.”

He unhooks my bra, yanks my panties down my hips, and proceeds to tie me down as promised, swiftly and efficiently. Cuffs lock around my wrists and ankles and attach to the legs of the bench. Thick leather straps go around my waist and hips, holding me in place. When Andrei’s done, I’m spread-eagled on the bench, unable to move.

“And now,” he says, rich, male satisfaction saturating his voice. “I feast.”

He squeezes my aching breasts and rolls my nipples between his fingers. I inhale sharply. “Harder,” I beg. “Please.”

“Did I give you permission to talk?” he demands.

“I wasn’t aware I needed it,” I respond snarkily.

That’s a mistake. Andrei’s eyes narrow dangerously. “Open your mouth,” he orders. He wads up my panties into a makeshift gag and shoves them into my mouth. “Perhaps that’ll remind you to speak only when spoken to, Mirabella.”

A gush of wetness greets his words. Oh God. I’ve always known that kink got me off, and I’ve fantasized about Andrei dominating me from the day my father called me into his study and told me he was arranging my marriage to the heir of the Sidorov Bratva.

But this is better than my fantasies. Outside this room, Andrei is polite, courteous, and impeccably well-mannered. Here? Here, he’s demanding and cruel and a little scary. Call me insane, but it’s the biggest turn-on in the world.

“Can you breathe?”

“Yes,” I mumble around the fabric. The advantage of my barely-there panties is that the gag doesn’t stop me from speaking; it’s just a reminder I’m not supposed to. If I need to, I can still safeword.

“Good.” He strokes my neck and surveys me with hot eyes. “Now, where was I? Ah, yes.” He squeezes my nipples between his fingers and slaps my breasts, and I moan in response. I asked to be ravaged, and that’s what I’m getting, and it’s so good. So shockingly good. “I was about to do this.”

He kneels in front of me, his fingers parting my folds. He stares at my naked pussy long enough that I squirm with embarrassment, something that earns me a hard slap on my thigh. Then he dips his head and licks me. “So fucking wet,” he growls. “So wet, and we’ve only just started.” He looks up at me. “You’re allowed to scream.”

That’s awfully cocky of you,I want to respond. And then he bends his head to my pussy again, and I realize that he might becocky, but he’s got reason to be. His tongue circles my swollen clit before sucking it between his teeth. He thrusts one finger inside my slick wetness and quickly adds another. Hot arousal knifes through me as he fucks me with his fingers, hard enough to make me gasp.

A haze of lust envelops me. Andrei’s mouth plunders my pussy, his tongue dancing over my clit, his fingers slamming deep inside of me. My muscles tremble and quiver as my orgasm hurtles toward me, an impossible storm that threatens to tear me apart. “Andrei, please,” I moan through the gag, my words garbled. It’s too much, and I can’t bear it. I try to clamp my legs together, but the cuffs hold me open for him. “I can’t.” I shiver and shake, every nerve ending in my body on fire.

“Yes, you can.” He adds a third finger, and the painful stretch is the push that sends me over the edge. Shock waves hurtle up my spine, and I explode with a scream.

He doesn’t let up. He keeps fucking me with his fingers, hard, bruising thrusts that unlock something raw and primal in me. My muscles clamp down on him as I shudder and shiver to another climax.

Even then, he doesn’t stop. He keeps licking me until I can’t bear it. Until his touch feels more painful than pleasurable. “Yellow,” I cry out.

He pulls his mouth and fingers off me at once and removes my panties from my mouth. “Too much?”

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