Page 23 of Mafia King's Ruthless Obsession

My hands grip the desk on either side of her thighs, wood groaning beneath the strain. I should step back. I should rein this in.

But Galina doesn’t deserve gentleness right now. Not after what she tried to do.

And still…I don’t want to punish her.

I want to possess her.

Consume her.

Worshipher in the most twisted, carnal way possible until there’s no space left between our sins.

She tilts her chin up like a challenge, like she knows the chaos she’s stirring in me. And maybe she does. Maybe she always did.

Because she’s not innocent.

She’s not even pretending to be.

She’s the flame I keep touching even as it burns me down to bone.

“On your knees.”

My voice is low, rough, but controlled. A command dressed in velvet. It doesn’t snap; it sinks. And the second the words hit her, I see it—the tremor in her legs, the breath she forgets to take, the way her lips part like she’s already halfway there.

Her throat works. Swallowing fear or anticipation—I can’t tell.

And God, I don’t care.

Because her eyes tell me everything.

Those eyes, wild and dark, burn with the same fire that’s swallowing me whole. It’s not just obedience I see—it’s want. A mirrored madness. Lust threaded with danger. Need that should terrify her.

But she’s never been afraid of the right things.

Her mascara is smudged from earlier tears. Her mouth is swollen from my kiss. She looks like a fallen queen.

Mine.

“Whatever happens next,” I murmur, stepping closer, “depends entirely on how well you please me.”

She doesn’t flinch.

She kneels.

And fuck if it doesn’t level me.

There’s nothing docile in the way she lowers herself. It’s slow. Intentional. As if she’s not surrendering to me, but to something older, darker—something we’ve both been circling since the moment we met. It’s not submission.

It’s fate.

And as her hands settle on my thighs and her mouth hovers over the line of my belt, I realize?—

This isn’t power.

It’s worship.

And I’m not sure which of us is about to break first.

I pull out my length, letting it spring free from my pants. Her eyes locked on it, Galina takes it in her hand and rubs it on her cheek. As if she’s marking me. Pleasure is burning through me as she drags my cock over her soft face, over her mouth. I think I might die of lust.

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