Page 50 of Mafia Christmas Vows

“Maggie,” his voice is hoarse. “Buy it. Buy more. Buy the whole damn company, because I will require them to dress you at all times,” he mutters as he moves forward.

He has to be joking. “Alexei, I…” I gasp, cut off as he deftly plucks one of the cups of the bra down and his lips latch onto my nipple.

My eyes roll back into my head. I never really saw myself as someone who liked this, but I think maybe I was wrong.This is incredible,I think as I arch into his mouth. His other hand is on my thigh, moving up toward where I’m drenched for him as he uses his tongue and teeth to pull on my nipples. I’m writhing against him at this point, desperate for pressure on my clit.

Desperate for something that feels like it’s just around the corner.

“Alexei,” I whimper.

“I know, milaya. I know,” he whispers.

Then his finger is tracing the edge of my panties.

I shiver with anticipation.

Slowly, so slowly it almost hurts, he pushes inside the lace thong that I’m wearing.

I want to scream as his thick finger presses inside me.

This is so much better than before. I bite my tongue, trying my hardest to keep myself from shouting his name as loud as I can.

“Yes,” I whisper instead.

“That’s so good, Maggie,” he sounds reverent as he continues to move. The way he grunts, I can tell that he’s having a hard time restraining himself as well. “Are you this wet for me already?”

“Yes,” I repeat. I moan as he slides out, the noise obscene in the quiet library.

“You’re such a good girl, being ready for me whenever I want you,” he whispers into my ear. He licks my neck and I moan.

Alexei groans as well. “Do you like this, milaya? When I tell you how good you are?”

Absolutely, yes, I do. However, I don’t trust myself to respond. Alexei is going to know everything about me anyway. He can read me like a book. I just moan and press against him, hoping he will bring me closer to the orgasm that has been haunting me since he first showed me what I’m missing the other day.

I want this.

I know that if we do this, I won’t be able to go back. We’ll be husband and wife for real, in a way that we haven’t been before.

But I’m ready for it.

Suddenly he pulls back, and I cry out. “What are you doing?”

His eyes are dark and hooded with lust. He looks at me, a smirk curling on his lips. “I’m so glad you like your present.”

I prop myself up on my elbows, and the movement makes my breasts jiggle. “Of course I do. But I feel like I haven’t gotten you anything.”

“You are enough,” he says softly.

I huff. “But every time I come in here, I’m going to think about you. About this,” I gesture to the room. “This is the best gift that anyone has ever given me. How can I repay you?”

“You never have to,” he growls.

I shake my head. “But what can I do that would be the same? How will I make sure that I’m always on your mind, too?”

“Because, Maggie,” he says softly. “All I think about is you.”

For a moment I pause, taken aback by his words.

Then, I smile.

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