Page 61 of Taming Mika

Sitting up, he maintains control as he holds me close, rocking upward with his hips in a tantalizing rhythm. I move with him, riding his cock as I arch my back and roll my hips. The heat of our feverish skin brushing together only intensifies the intimacy of the moment, and this time, the sex feels different. This time, it isn’t just intense and passionate. It feels dangerously close to making love.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Mika,” Alfie rasps against my lips.

The sensual fire in his voice makes my walls clench, my clit fluttering deliciously, and I’m teetering on the edge of release.

“I’m going to come,” I gasp as a flood of excitement rushes like lava through my core.

Alfie hums, the sound low and inviting as it vibrates deep in his chest. He reaches between us, pinching my clit between his thumb and finger, and rolls lightly, releasing a jolt of pain-laced pleasure. My hips jerk forward as I cry out, clamping down around his hard length as I launch over the edge into oblivion.

Clinging to his broad shoulders for dear life, I pant, riding the waves of ecstasy that ripple out through my body as I milk his cock. I can barely breathe, let alone move, as my relief sends bone-deep satisfaction rushing through my body, leaving me weak.

Rolling back on top of me, Alfie continues to cock inside my depths, grinding against my clit as he wrings every last drop of pleasure from my body. Knees shaking, I arch into his chest, desperate to maintain the closeness, and as the last rippling shocks of my orgasm subside, I’m amazed by the spark of fresh arousal that ignites deep inside me.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he commands softly.

“I’m yours, only yours,” I breathe, and this time, when I say it, I know it’s true. I’m done fighting this attraction, done running from all my fears. I want Alfie. IneedAlfie. I’m not sure I could live without him anymore.

He releases a low growl of approval and doesn’t let up for even a second as he thrusts deep inside me again and again, growing in intensity as his desire climbs. Our sweat-slicked skin slides together more freely now, and I run my hands up the back of his neck, my nails brushing lightly across his scalp as I comb my fingers into his dark, silky hair. His lips curve into a smile against mine, and his tongue delves deeper into my mouth as I hold him close. I am his, and he is mine, and I don’t want to let go.

“Come with me,vitale,” he murmurs, rocking inside me adamantly.

He’s not wearing a condom, and the thought unleashes butterflies in my stomach as I consider the meaning of his words. It’s not a request, and as I realize he intends to come inside me, a dizzyingburst of excitement explodes through my body, a nervous thrill racing up my spine. I’m so turned on by the thought of it that I’m on the brink of coming in an instant. I gasp, shocked by my visceral response and overwhelmed by the deep, instinctual need that consumes me. I’m not sure I’m ready for the repercussions, but I don’t have the willpower to tell him no.

My pussy clenches, gripping him like a vise, and he groans, slamming deep inside me. I cry out as my walls ripple along his throbbing length, urging him deeper inside me as he finds his release. Hot cum floods into me in bursts as he fills me up. Nerves flutter to life deep in my core when I think about what this means. Alfie’s the first man who’s ever come inside me, and it feels primal, a way of claiming me so completely no man will ever dare touch me again.

My orgasm makes the revelation that much more earth-shattering, and the relief that unravels the tension from every muscle in my body fills me with a contentment I’ve never known. Breaths ragged, I try to make sense of the overwhelming emotion. Tightening my arms around Alfie’s neck, I bury my face against his hot, salty skin and inhale deeply. Everything about him lights a consuming fire in me. He brings my world into such sharp focus, heightens my senses, and intensifies each experience until it feels like I’m seeing the world through new eyes. I’m so tired of holding back, of putting up walls to keep people out so they won’t hurt me when they leave. I’ve lived in such a safe, sheltered haven with my horses and my routine. I love my life and the animals that fill my time. But for the first time in a long time, I feel excited about the unknown future I could have with Alfie.

I’m still terrified, but right now, wrapped in his arms, our bodies so intertwined we feel like one person, I feel safe.

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ALFIE

Rolling onto my back, I pull Mika close to my side, holding her firmly against my body so I can feel every inch of her soft, warm, inviting flesh. I can feel her heart beating against my ribs, and a protective instinct surges through me. I would do anything for this woman. I would kill for her. I would die for her if that’s what it took, and after having the question of how far I would go for her put so definitively on the line, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m as much a captive to my feelings for Mika as she is.

I’ve never been so terrified of losing someone before. Seeing that gun held to Mika’s head broke something in me. If I hadn’t been so worried I might hurt her in the process, I would have killed Nikolai on the spot—mercilessly and without remorse. I would have said anything to save her life. I would have done anything, even if it meant choking the life out of that Russian bastard with my bare hands.

As soon as she was in my arms, my priorities shifted. All that mattered was making sure she was safe and alive. When she started to cry, I thought the sound might actually rip my heart from my chest and shred it. I have few regrets in life, but putting Mika in danger is at the very top of my list. If I were capable of letting her go, I mightconsider it—if that’s what it would take to protect her. But as fucked up as it might be, I know I’m the only one who can keep her safe now, and I wouldn’t trust anyone else with that responsibility.

Mika rests her cheek against my chest, her ear pressed to my shoulder, and I turn my head to kiss her soft curls before resting my head against hers.

“What are you going to do about the Russians?” she asks, her fingers tracing patterns across my pecs. Then she tips her head, resting her chin on the back of her hand as her palm covers my heart. She looks at me with those impossibly blue-green eyes, concern etched in the lines of her face. “Are you sure we’re doing the right thing?”

Her questions echo my train of thought, but almost in a different key—like she’s just slightly out of tune with my thinking—and the hair prickles along the nape of my neck.

Narrowing my eyes at her, I consider what’s so off about her wording. “Are you trying to imply I should marry Ana Kapranov?” I ask suspiciously.

Mika bites her lower lip, pain, and sadness filling her captivating gaze, and my stomach knots as my heart stutters uncomfortably.

“It would stop the violence,” she says softly.

Combing my fingers into her tangled locks, I cradle Mika’s head with one palm, stroking her soft cheek with my thumb. “Marrying Ana wouldn’t solve anything—not in the long run. I knew it was risky making an alliance with the Russians in the first place, and it was selfish to go back on my word once I signed that contract.” It’s probably the most selfish decision I’ve ever made, and that’s something I’ll have to live with, because good men have lost their lives over it. “But it’s brought me clarity I wouldn’t have found otherwise until it was too late.”

Mika frowns, her golden brows buckling until a soft crease forms between them. “What do you mean?”

“In the long run, I could never work with Nikolai, not within the bounds of our original agreement.” I have no doubt he would haveforced me into precarious situations where I would be expected to defend even his most rash decisions—and if this conflict has taught me anything, it’s that Nikolai is too quick to anger and far too willing to escalate things, even when he has the option to negotiate.

“You still think you can fix this?” Mika asks quietly.

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