Page 36 of Mafia Christmas Vows

I haven’t dated a lot. Really. I haven’t. and I haven’t had sex.

At all.

Ever.

His eyes seem to glow. “Are you a virgin for me, Magdalena?”

I nod.

The noise he makes is positively feral.

“Have you ever touched yourself before?”

I nod.

“Good. What makes you come when you do?”

I wriggle again. “Um. Well. I’ve never really… not without… help,” I finish lamely.

I swear the blood drains out of his face. “Do you use toys when you make yourself come?”

God, his voice. It’s like an extra set of hands, rasping over my skin. I moan, my eyes fluttering as I writhe against him.

“Answer me, wife,” he snaps.

“Yes, okay,” I whisper. “I do. I have a vibrator and…”

“Did you bring it with you?”

“No,” I whisper.

He murmurs.

Then, I feel one thick finger press inside me.

I moan.

Alexei cusses in Russian. “You’re so wet for me, darling.”

“Yes. Please. I…”

“I know what you need,” he grunts.

Then, his lips move in combination with his fingers.

And I can barely hang on.

My skin feels like it’s too tight. Sensations chase over my body, each one more amplified than the next.

When he adds another finger, I practically shudder around him.

When his lips tug on my clit, sucking, I scream.

“Come for me, love,” he whispers.

I don’t know if it’s the endearment or the motion, but my orgasm crashes over me, taking me completely by surprise.

It’s the most extreme feeling I’ve ever had.

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