Page 34 of Mafia Christmas Vows

But Alexei touches me like he can’t get enough.

“Magdalena,” Alexei says roughly from where he’s kissing my chest. “I need more of you. I want more…”

“Don’t stop,” I whisper.

He looks up at me. “Magdalena…”

“Don’t stop. Please,” I beg.

Alexei growls again.

I squeak when he flips me onto the couch, my back against the soft surface. My skirt comes off, sliding down and off of my hips onto the floor.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I look down at Alexei.

He’s staring up at me, kneeling on the ground.

I open my mouth. Close it.

The way his eyes flash looks dangerous.

Slowly, he takes my knees and pushes them apart. I wince.

He pauses. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” I whisper.

“Then what is the problem?”

I look to the side. “Um… no one has ever.. I mean you don’t have to…” I don’t know how to tell him that normally, the thickness of my thighs isn’t something that people exactly like.

“Magdalena,” he rumbles.

I look down.

“You are so fucking beautiful. Do you not see how much I want you?” he murmurs.

I mean, I can. His thin grey pants hide very little when it comes to that.

His fingers skate up, wrapping in the sides of my very expensive panties.

“If no one has done this before, then I would be more than happy to show you. And to make sure no one will ever have this from you again,” he growls.

I raise my eyebrows.

“You’re mine. My wife. Mine,” he practically snarls.

“Alexei. I’m yours,” I whisper.

The affirmation seems to calm him slightly.

“I want to make you come, Magdalena,” Alexei looks at me, his eyes caressing down my legs. “I want to taste you.”

I’ve never had anyonewantto do that before.

So, despite my heart slamming against my ribs, I nod.

I open my legs.

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