Page 18 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

Finding my phone, I punch them up in a group chat. Sophia’s the first one to chime in.

“Oh my God! Where have you been?”

Posting a weak smile on my mouth, I reveal a little more. “I’ve been going through some things, and I need to talk to you guys. I’m sorry I haven’t rung you,” I tell them.

“Okay, I’m coming over. I’ve got a half day at work today, but I can come around,” Rachael says.

“Please. I need help,” I admit, both of my friends promising to visit. I hang up, a wave of relief washing over me. “Yes, talking to my friends will help,” I reason. I do my best to stop moping, getting myself a juice. Feeling a little better, I turn on the TV working out how to pick up the pieces of my world. After a few minutes, a dainty tap at the door stops me in my tracks.

Pleasantly surprised, I head over to the door.I thought the girls couldn’t come until later. Oh well, it’s good they’re here now. Maybe they can help.Crossing to the door, I openthe door, my heart picking up speed for some unknown reason. When I swing it back, I see why. Ruslan is standing in my door, taking up space, his cool, obsidian pupils dancing with shadowy darkness.My feet stay frozen to the spot.All the blood drains from the top of my head to my toes as my hand drops off the door handle.

There’s only a blank slate existing in my mind, and I’m sure my heart stops beating for the few seconds, while my mind remains blank. He’s wearing a cocky grin, and as I take in the measure of the ruthless killer in front of me, I fear what he might know about me.

Play it cool. Don’t let him know that you know.His diamond watch catches the light from my window, his spicy cologne—strong, but not overpowering. He cuts an imposing, yet sinful figure, his white linen shirt open at the top, a gold chain gleaming around his neck, and the outline of his chest muscles visible.

He’s wearing a navy-blue blazer and charcoal tailored pants to finish the outfit. His tight biceps ripple with every flex, making me burn up from the inside out.Holy shit.Ruslan—the Russian mobster is standing smack bang in the middle of my door as if he owns it. After a couple of shallow breaths, I manage to bring my mind back online, and I almost wish for it to read blank again. His jeans fit him well—too well, and I sneak a glance down lower, and if you didn’t know what a Russian Mafia man looked like, you wouldn’t recognize Ruslan to be one today. The only dead giveaway is the blank expression in his eyes, and the handful of intimidating tattoos covering his pale skin. Ruslan’s mouth spreads into a wide grin, his eyebrow arched.

“Are you not going to invite me in?”

With a shaky breath, I smile, hanging on to the doorframe for stability, because if I don’t, I’m sure I’m going to keel over. “Sure, come on in.”

Fuck. How did he find me so quickly? This can’t be happening.

I think I have some breathing room as Ruslan enters, but as soon as the door closes behind him, he snatches my wrist, causing me to gasp a large gulp of air.Fuck.He knows. He’s going to kill me. The rate of my heart picks up double-time as I surrender to him, letting him thrust me against my living room wall, and I can’t help but throw myself back in time to the Nobu Hotel. Fuck.His energy is so darkly intoxicating that it makes my panties wet.

“What are you going to do?” I ask him breathily as Ruslan towers over me, pinning my wrists above my head, and pressing his hard, sinewy body against mine. God, he’s a hard man to resist.

Ruslan nuzzles his nose into the center of my neck, his hot breath and cologne spreading like the most wonderful disease over my skin, and then, the unthinkable happens, I feel the wetness of his hot saliva skim along my neck as he licks it. Shivering, I release a small whimper, letting it escape my lips. I wish I didn’t allow myself to give in, but Ruslan’s too hard to resist.

“What am I going to do to you?” he asks, chuckling, as I draw in air. He’s quiet for a moment as he stares into the depth of my eyes, and it’s almost as if he’s deciphering the code to my soul. I don’t want him to see, and I don’t want to consider the fact “Your eyes are magnetic. They remind me of the beautiful lakes we have in Russia.”

Stand your ground.Licking out my tongue I run it around the fullness of my lips. “That still doesn’t explain what you’re going to do to me,” I remark boldly, knowing I’m one step from the edge of a very dangerous cliff. My arms being stretched above my head are to ache, and I want to put them down. Ruslan senses my discomfort, smirking and letting my arms drop.

“Why did you give me the wrong number, Red October?”

“Red October. Is that what you’re calling me now?”

“Something like that,” he murmurs, leaving a deadly trail of heat running through my veins just by tracing a hand down the length of my body. “I warned you.”

“How did you warn me?” I ask as Ruslan’s fingers skim over the full cup of my breast.

“I warned you that I would hunt you down, didn’t I? And here we are,” he says, his suffocating heat enveloping me.

Phew. He doesn’t know. But he will in due time. Play it cool.

“Yes, here we are.” I grin, keeping in alignment with the thrilling game we’re now playing.

“Are you glad that I’ve come?” he questions, dropping his mouth to mine as he tugs at my bottom lip.

“Yes, I’m glad you’re here.” And as much as I want it to be a lie, it’s not.

“Good.I want to be here too. To make you come again and again,” he says in a gravelly voice. “Nice apartment, Fiona.”

“How do you know if it’s a nice apartment? I haven’t given you a grand tour,” I tell him, relaxing a little. His mouth dips to mine, his touch stimulating every nerve ending in my body as his tongue glides in effortlessly.

Ever since Ruslan took my virginity, other than my masturbating, my pussy has ached for the man to touch it. For days afterwards, I’d grown confident that it didn’t mean as much as it did. He didn’t have any hold on me, but now as he stands in front of me, he’s weakening my defenses. The joke’s on me, because I’m the one falling. I lick my lips unconsciously as Ruslan groans in appreciation, smiling at my slightly parted mouth. My heart hammers hard in my chest as he strokes a finger down the back of my hand, breaking me apart slowly but surely. His hot breath blows on the tip of my eardrum as he nips at it. I giggle, wanting him to do it again as he hitches my leg around his body, thrusting his hard length into the side of my thigh.

“Red October, the only real tour I want is of your sexy body,” he admits. “I like the little challenge you gave me to find you. It’s been a fun mystery game to play, and now that I’m here, I like it even more,” he says, and there’s no reason I have to resist. Besides, if I sleep with him again, it will make things easier.

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