Page 19 of The Mobster's Flower

I clear my throat before speaking. “What then are you talking about?”

“I figured you were still sore after what happened in my bed—”

“Stop,” I cry out, rushing forward and placing my palm on his mouth. “Oh my God, do you want the entire hospital to find out that we had sex?”

Vlad grunts behind my hand, and a hot shiver runs through my body, so I quickly draw my hand from his mouth. “Well, if they didn’t already know, then they do now.”

I blush, looking away. I was a tad loud, but I can only hope no one made out my words. Christ, I can’t handle the gossip. Annie is already bad enough on her own, I can only imagine the rumors that would fly around a town like Valor Springs.

“I…I should go.”

Before I can leave, Vlad grabs my hand and pulls me down on his lap, his massive hands holding me firmly in place. He drops his lips to my ear and nuzzles the sensitive spot under myearlobe. “What’s the hurry?” Vlad rasps against my skin. “You promised Arya you would wait for her.”

Yeah, let's pretend this has anything to do with his sister.

My nipples stiffen when his lips graze my ear, and the spot between my legs clenches with need. I know I should push off this man and leave, but every part of me is thrumming with desire for him.

“Vlad,” I protest weakly, but we both know he’s won.

He upthrusts his hips, and my sex throbs in response, my clit pulsing against my panty lining.

“I’ll keep you distracted while we wait,” he says roughly, grabbing my chin and turning my head to face his. Our breath mingles hotly against each other, and I press my hand on his chiseled face, longing to feel the press of that firm mouth against mine.

“I…I’ve heard things about you.”

He smirks. “Is that what this attitude stems from?” he asks, tightening the grip he has on my waist. “Tell me, what has you so skittish?”

“Your life is dangerous.”

A dark expression takes over, and he clenches his jaw at my words.

“Rue,” he whispers, the dark expression softening. “You have to know I would never let anything happen to you.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond as his mouth dips to mine, and just like that, I forget what we were talking about. The kiss starts out slow, a long sensual press of lips before he deepens it, and soon, our breathing is labored.

We were discussing something important. I should focus on that, but I can feel his erection pressed against my ass, and it’s making it hard for me to think of anything but this man. Every part of my body is sensitive and my nipples are puckered painfully, craving his touch.

Only he can offer me a reprieve.

“You’re shaking, baby,” he whispers into the kiss, trailing his hand up my waist and slipping it under the sweater and over my breasts. A whimper climbs up my throat when he starts kneading my aching tits over my bra before he snaps open the front clasp of the bra. He groans into my skin when my breasts release into his palms, long skilled fingers teasing my sensitive nipples.

“Vlad, we shouldn’t do this here,” I whimper, biting back a sob when he pinches my left nipple between his knuckles.

“No one will catch us if you don’t make a sound,” he says into my ear, biting my earlobe before pulling away. He pulls his hand away from my breast and grabs the hem of my sweater to pull it up, exposing my tits to anyone who decides to peek into the hospital room.

Christ, I should put an end to this madness, but then he turns me around so I’m straddling his thighs and drops his head to my chest to run his wet tongue over an aching bead, and…I forget.

My brain turns to mush when his mouth closes hotly over my left nipple and he starts tugging gently at the bud. I throw my head back, bracing myself against the arm he has banded around my back, and slap my palm over my mouth to mute the cry that threatens to escape.

“You are doing great, baby,” he hums against my skin, shifting the same attention to the other nipple. I squirm needilyon his lap, riding his cock through his pants and craving the feeling of his skin on mine. He releases the nipple with a loud, wet pop before leaning up to lock his lips with mine.

I whimper into the kiss when I feel his fingertips nudge my thighs further apart. He dips them under my skirt, and my breathing grows shot as I feel them travel higher, his touch strong and possessive. I part my thighs wider for him, moaning against his lips when he runs the back of his knuckles over my underwear and the obvious result of my arousal. “You’re so wet, baby,” he grinds out roughly. “Tell me, baby, how bad do you want to ride my cock?”

“Want it,” I whimper, rolling my hips over his fingers and loving it every time his hard knuckles craze my clit.

I forget that we are in a hospital with people walking by the cracked door, or that anyone—from Arya to the nurses and doctors who work here—could come in and find me humping Vlad’s fingers.

It’s madness, but I don’t focus on that. I can’t pull my mind and body away from this man, who seems to have entrapped them like a Venus flytrap would trap a small insect. Worse, I don’t want him to stop.

I bite back a whimper when he tugs my underwear to the side and slips a thick digit inside, stroking my wet folds to part them. “Remember to be quiet, baby, we can’t have a nurse walking in here to check on the noises,” he teases, dragging his calloused finger over the valley of my wet folds, and I jerk hard against him when he grazes my clit.

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