Page 67 of Mafia Christmas Vows

Yet.

“Touch me, Alexei,” I whisper.

He obeys.

Alexei falls on my breasts like he’s starving. He pulls the delicate cups of my lingerie down and licks my nipples into stiff peaks. Gently, he bites the underside of my breasts. I moan as his hand covers mine, playing with my clit as he teases my nipples into tender points. “You’re so wet for me, Maggie. So wet, and it’s all mine,” he growls.

I shiver.

His words always take my arousal from simmering to nuclear within seconds. That’s the other thing. Alexei is always restrained. Even when he’s angry, I’ve never seen him really lose his cool.

But in bed, I can make him lose his cool. I make him turn into a possessive nightmare.

A possessive nightmare that I absolutely freaking love.

“You’re such a good girl, Maggie. You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?”

“Yes,” I purr as his tongue lashes over my neck.

“You want to see what this box can do for you, pretty Magie?”

I shudder. His dirty talk always gets me. “Yes,” I moan.

He leans back and grabs the glass candy cane dildo from his waistband. Slowly, he presses it to my entrance. “Do you want any lube, baby?”

“No,” I whisper. The glass is still slightly chilly, and I can feel it stretching my entrance. I know it will slide in without a problem, because my arousal is always off the charts when Alexei and I go for it like this.

I thought it would get old.

And it never has.

“Okay,” Alexei says. He presses it inside me. My eyes watch the red and white glass disappear into my body, and Alexei’s face takes on a pained look. “Fuck, Maggie. That’s so incredible.”

He pulls it back out and my eyes nearly roll back in my head at how freaking good it felt.

“Alexei, that feels amazing,” I moan. I don’t feel him moving, so I open my eyes.

He’s staring at me. His face looks almost gaunt with hunger, and he stares at where the toy is embedded in my core.

“Fuck yourself with it,” he commands in a low voice that makes me ache for him.

Well.

I did say that I’ve gotten bolder over the past year.

I reach down and grab the curve of the dildo. Slowly, I push it into me. It makes a wet noise that has both of us moaning, and I draw it out just as slowly.

Alexei curses in Russian, and from what I can gather, he’s doing his best to hold on to his control. “Maggie. I can see your wetness all over it.”

I don’t say anything, but arch my back and repeat the motion. Alexei doesn’t move. He watches me as I move the toy in and out of myself, slowly learning the boundaries of where I can press it and where I can’t. The curved handle is delightfully easy to just hook a finger in, and with every thrust I grow more and more slick. The noises my body makes as the glass goes in and out ofme are bordering on obscene, but it feels so freaking good that I’m not self-conscious at all.

And the whole time, Alexei just watches.

“Do you like it?” I whisper after a while. I’m not self-conscious, but he hasn’t moved in minutes. I’m worried, suddenly, that something is off.

“Oh, Maggie,” he moans. He stands and I can see his thick cock outlined against his dress pants. “You are doing so fucking well. I have never seen anything sexier than you taking that fucking glass candy cane.”

I should laugh. It’s an absurd image. But the way Alexei’s eyes consume me, I know there is nothing funny about the situation.

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