Page 22 of Captured By the Russian Wolf

"Mine," I growled, fucking her harder against the wall. "Mine, you're mine. Say it."

"Nikita, oh god, Nikita," she whimpered. I could feel her tensing around me. That pulled me closer to the edge.

"Now, say it!" I demanded as she buried her hands in my hair.

"Yours!" she gasped out. "All yours, fuck, I'm coming!"

I didn't let up for a second. I dove into her faster and faster, panting hard as she squeezed tight around me and screamed her pleasure into the room. I swore against her neck and held her tight to me. The heat of her skin, the way she clutched at me, nearly weeping with pleasure, I wanted to experience it longer, just a little longer.

I didn't want this moment to end. She felt so good wrapped around me, giving into me, becoming mine willingly. Distantly, I registered her begging, her arms tightening around my neck, her lips close to my ear.

"Come, Nikita, come," she pleaded, still working her pussy around my dick. "I want to feel you come, too."

And I couldn't hold back a second longer.

The wave of my release slammed into me, and I thrust one last time. I spilled my seed deep inside of her, pushing to get deeper, to fill her with everything I had. We clung to each other desperately, both struggling to catch our breath.

For a moment, everything stilled.

The world seemed to narrow down to just the two of us—our bodies pressed together, hearts pounding, the heat of our shareddesire still thick in the air. My forehead rested against hers, our breaths mingling as the aftershocks of the moment slowly began to fade.

But as the haze of lust started to clear, reality crept back in.

My grip on her loosened slightly, though I didn't let her go. I couldn't. Not yet. I held her there, pinned between me and the wall, our bodies still pressed together, still connected. The intensity of what had just happened settled over us like a heavy blanket, thick and inescapable.

This had been inevitable. From the moment we met, from the moment she had stepped into my world, this had been building. But now that it had happened, now that I had claimed her, the consequences of it all started to surface in my mind.

I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have let it get this far.

But the way her body still trembled against mine as she tried to steady herself told me that there was no turning back. We were both too deep now, too entangled in each other to walk away.

Slowly, I loosened my hold on her, my hands trailing down her sides as I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from the intensity of our kiss, her eyes glazed with the aftermath of what had just happened between us.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The weight of what had just transpired hung between us, heavy and undeniable. I could still feel the lingering heat of her body pressed against mine, the pulse of my own heartbeat slowly returning to normal, but the silence was deafening.

Finally, Lily spoke, her voice barely a whisper. "Nikita…"

Her words trailed off, as if she wasn't sure what to say. And honestly, I wasn't sure what to say, either. What had just happened was more than either of us had anticipated. It was more than just desire, more than just a moment of weakness.

I should have stepped away, should have pulled back, regained the control I had just lost. But instead, I stood there, staring down at her, my hands still on her, unable to move.

"You're mine," I said again, my voice low, but there was no question in it this time. Only a cold, possessive truth.

Lily's eyes met mine, and for a second, I thought I saw something flicker there—something more than just the aftereffects of what we had done. Something deeper. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by the same quiet defiance she always carried.

And that only made me want her more.

CHAPTER 8

Lily

The morning after, everything felt heavier. The sunlight filtering through the windows felt oppressive, too bright, too intrusive. As I lay in bed, the events of the night before played over in my mind, each memory more vivid than the last—the heat of his touch, the way his voice had sounded when he said I was his, the way I had given myself to him, completely, without hesitation.

I should have felt regret. I should have felt guilty, disgusted with myself for how easily I had let my guard down, how willingly I had let him possess me. But instead, all I felt was confusion.

Nikita had shown me a side of himself that I hadn't expected. His confession about his past had shaken something inside me, made me see him as more than just the Mafia boss I had been determined to take down. For the first time since I had entered his world, I had glimpsed the man behind the power, behind the control. And that glimpse had changed everything.

I didn't want it to, but it had.

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