Page 103 of Mafia King's Ruthless Obsession

The things my father said still echo in my head, but Vasiliy’s presence—his calm, his protectiveness, his hands—makes the poison drain out slowly.

And I want him.

Not to distract me. Not to reclaim me. I want himto feel owned too. To be marked the way I’ve been marked a hundred times over.

“Let’s go inside,” he says, getting out and rounding the car to open my door.

The porch creaks beneath our feet. Inside, it’s rustic and warm. A small kitchenette. A couch. A fireplace. A bed. Not much else. But it’s perfect.

“This is exactly what I needed,” I murmur as he wraps his arms around me from behind.

“If your needs are met,” he growls, “maybe we can move on to mine.”

“And those would be?”

He grins and backs me up until my spine hits the wall. One hand cups my cheek. The other grips my waist.

Then he kisses me—hard. Hungry. Possessive.

My breath catches. My head swims. I melt into him as his tongue claims mine, his arousal pressing into my stomach, making my pulse spike.

He pulls back just enough to whisper, breath hot on my lips, “There are two ways I can do this,” he says. “I can make love to you…or I can fuck you into oblivion. Your call.”

The words hit like a match to gasoline. Pleasure sparks straight to my core, molten and primal.

But I don’t want sweet. And I don’t want to be claimed. Not tonight.

“Neither,” I whisper.

He freezes. Still. Coiled. Watching me.

Then I meet his eyes, full of fire.

“BecauseI’mthe one who’s going to fuckyou.”

Chapter 31

The Way She Wants It

Vasiliyi

Holy fuck.

Heat detonates through me like a charge set to explode. She holds my gaze, daring me, waiting for my move, but there’s no hesitation. I grab her hard, and crush my mouth to hers in a kiss that’s all teeth and hunger. My tongue invades, claiming, demanding, letting her feel exactly how wild I can get when she flips the switch like this.

She gasps, surprised, but only for a second. Then she’s moaning into the kiss, matching my pace with one of her own. Desperate. Filthy. Fierce.

I yank her closer, like I could fuse our bodies together if I just held her tight enough. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling, anchoring herself as her entire body trembles against mine. Her pulse races under my touch, and every time her lips part, I steal another breath, another taste. She is smoke and sin, forbidden and holy at the same time.

My hands roam down her body, possessive and urgent. I want her naked. Now. I need the barrier of her clothes gone like they’re an insult.

But just when I start to get my way, she breaks the kiss. Pulls back—barely. Her lips are bruised, her breath ragged. But there’s that look in her eyes again. Controlled. Commanding.

“Not so fast,” Galina says, grinning like the devil. “Not if we’re going to do this my way.”

Baffled and completely turned on, I nod, stunned silent by the flash of beauty before me, her loose auburn hair waving over bare shoulders, her pretty peach dress tugging on a nipple.

She turns her face to me. “It’ll be easier for you if you sit down,” she says casually. “On the bed.”

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