Page 39 of Taming Mika

That confidence is what makes Alfie’s men follow him without question—what gets me to obey him even when I want to stand myground. He has a strength of will that makes me believe he could convince the Russians to let things go. He convinced the Carvers to sell their beloved property and business. He convinced me to sleep with him. Two feats I honestly never believed he could accomplish.

Alfie doesn’t wait for my answer as he leans in to claim my lips, and my resistance crumbles. I don’t have the strength to fight him, because Iwantto be with Alfie. He makes me feel things that terrify me, but also make me thirsty for more. Horses are my passion—they have been my whole life. But whatever it is between me and Alfie, is an attraction unlike anything I’ve felt before. I don’t know how to back away, and I’m starting to think I don’t want to.

Heat sears across my flesh as Alfie devours my lips hungrily, nipping the soft skin that’s still tender and swollen from last night. Reaching between us, he lifts his hips to stroke his fingers between my sensitive folds, and I whimper at the silky slickness of his touch.

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me already,” he groans. “So fucking eager to have me inside you, aren’t you?”

Indignation wars with my arousal because he’s egging me on and teasing me when it works—but I’m so turned on, I don’t have the strength to argue. Instead, I do my best to glare at him, and when he chuckles, amused by my frustration, I have half a mind to slap him. As if hearing my thoughts, Alfie takes my arms from around his neck and collects both wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. Then he grasps the base of his cock and guides his thick head to my swollen, aching entrance.

It would seem he’s completely disregarded the concept of a condom, and my stomach jolts as I realize he probably has no intention of using one with me again. If I want birth control, I’ll need to make that happen. At least he hasn’t come inside me yet.

“Alfie,” I moan, trying to find the willpower to tell him to use protection.

He slams inside me with one powerful thrust, forcing a cry of pleasure from my lips. My back arches, my head tilting back as relief explodes through my body, chasing away the aching emptiness.

“Yes?” he purrs, leaning in to steal a kiss as he pauses, buried inside me to the hilt.

I whimper, consumed with such need I don’t think I can make him stop, and my walls ripple along his length at the sheer bliss of his bare cock filling me up. Anxiety quivers in my stomach, intensifying the thrill that races up my spine when he gives a low moan of appreciation.

His phone buzzes noisily across the bedside table, making me jolt, my head snapping in its direction as I gasp. But Alfie seems unbothered as he lowers his lips to my throat and sucks the sensitive skin between his lips.

“Don’t you need to answer that?” I pant, my nipples hardening and my clit throbbing from the stimulation.

“If it’s important, they’ll call back,” he murmurs against my neck, raising goosebumps across my flesh. He rocks inside me, driving me to distraction as each deep thrust releases bursts of pleasure that tingle out to my fingers and toes.

With my hands trapped above my head, I’m at his mercy—again—and I hate how much I like the way he takes control of my body. I’ve had more sex in the last twenty-four hours than I have in years, and still, the arousal he creates in me feels endless. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I ignore the last few buzzing rings of his phone as I get lost in the delicious scent of spice and eucalyptus that clings to his skin.

Friction warms my stomach and breasts as his lean, muscular torso brushes against mine, keeping our bodies close as he rocks his hips. Every time he presses deep inside my core, my walls tighten, and my clit throbs with the intense stimulation. Electric relief crackles up my spine, and I can barely think straight through the haze of anticipation. I’m barreling toward another powerful orgasm, all thoughts of leaving out the window. I’m so consumed by the pleasure of being in Alfie’s bed, and I moan his name as I feel that elastic band of tension deep inside my core, threatening to snap.

Then his phone bursts to life once again, dousing my arousal like a bucket of ice water as Alfie pauses inside me with a snarled, “Fuck.” Clenching his jaw, he jerks out of me abruptly, and I gasp from the sudden aching emptiness that floods into me. But through the fog of my lust, his words come back to me.If it’s important, they’ll call back.

My heart breaks into a sprint, and I prop myself up on my elbows, my legs falling over the edge of the bed as I watch him stalk around the corner to snatch up his phone and answer it.

“Pronto,” he snaps. Then he pauses, his shoulders tensing as someone responds.

I sit up, on guard, as his expression turns thunderous, and I wrap my arms around myself.

“Sulla mia strada,” he says after a pause, then he hangs up and turns to me.

“Something wrong?” I ask, and I don’t like the quiver that’s crept into my voice, but all my fears have resurfaced at seeing Alfie lose his cool.

“It’s fine. My men know how to handle the situation, but the Russians are really starting to push their luck,” he growls.

My stomach tightens as he confirms my fears, and I stand to approach him.

Sighing heavily, Alfie grasps my wrists, unwinding my arms from around my stomach as he pulls me close. “I have to go deal with this and make sure Nina’s alright.”

Ice floods my veins, and I gasp. “Did they go after her?”

“They didn’t even get close,” he assures me. “But I don’t like that they even tried. I’ll be back as soon as I can. In the meantime, stay between the house and the barn, and keep my men with you at all times. Understood?”

I nod, swallowing painfully around the anxiety that grips my throat. I don’t like any of this—at all. I don’t like that the horses and I even need protection. I don’t like that Nina might be in danger. I really don’t like that this has all come about because of whatever this is between me and Alfie. But most of all—and definitely most surprising—is that I don’t want Alfie to leave. I don’t like the thought of watching him walk out the door.

What if something happens? What if he doesn’t come back?

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ALFIE

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