Page 36 of Debt to the Mafia King
Stepping back, he focused on the buttons, sliding each one loose until the dress gaped at the back, and I could feel his hot breath against my skin.
I shivered again.
“It’s too much material for you anyway. Too much flounce and frill, the style drowns you.” He pushed the material down my body until it pooled around my feet. Leaving me standing there in nothing but the white satin panties and lace-topped suspenders.
“That’s better.” Using my hips as leverage, he pulled me back against him hard enough to drive the breath from my body in a small gasp. “I prefer you like this, Leah, all naked and trembling for me. These trembles are for me, aren’t they?”
Keeping one hand closed around my hip, he curled the other arm around me. Cupping me through the silk of my panties for a second before his fingers tiptoed up my stomach to play over my breasts.
My nipples pebbled up, and it had nothing to do with the chill in the night air and everything to do with him.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” His hands closed around my breast and squeezed. His kisses on my shoulder turned to little nips that I knew would leave red marks on my skin.
“Where were you today, Viktor?” I let myself relax, my head falling back onto his shoulder so he could lick and suck more of my skin. “You left—”
The hand on my breast closed about it painfully. “Where I go is none of your business.” He said through gritted teeth. “I did not come here to be questioned, I came here to,” the hand loosened and blood surged back, making my skin tingle almost painfully. “I didn’t come here to talk. That’s not what I need you for. Is that understood?”
I nodded mutely. Clearly, whatever “business” he’d had today that had been so important hadn’t gone well, and who was I to question him?
When it came to Viktor, the less we spoke, the better. The only time we ever seemed to get along was when we were naked. Disgusting but true.
“Yes, Viktor,” I said quietly.
“Good girl.” Hands firm on my body, he turned me back toward him. Tilting my face to his and smiling. “You’re my wife.”
“Yes.”
Stepping away, his hands went to his belt, and then to the button underneath it. His eyes never left mine as he took a seat on the edge of the bed and smiled. “Help me relax, wife.”
I blushed. His meaning was clear. Nervously, I shuffled forward. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done this before, but I’d just never been commanded to do it. Something about this felt fake.
Which was exactly what I was. This whole situation was fake.
Stepping between his parted thighs, I wet my lips and then reached down to run my hands up the powerful muscles of his legs.
“Stop.”
I froze. My eyes darted towards him.
“Don’t move,” He commanded. “Let me look at you.”
A blush heated my cheeks. Why did he want to look at me when I was bent over like this? As positions went, it wasn’t very flattering.
“God, you are beautiful,” Viktor muttered, his hand delved inside his pants to free himself. Fist curled around the base, he met my eyes. “Are you going to suck me, Leah?”
In answer, I licked my lips. Was I? Yes. Yes, I was going to take him into my mouth and taste him. I wanted to know how he felt against my tongue, how he tasted.
God, when it came to him, I couldn’t get enough. The attraction was very real, even if the rest of our relationship wasn’t.
Using his thighs as leverage, I lowered myself to my knees and lowered my face to him. When my hand closed around his shaft and I brought the tip to my mouth, I raised my eyes to his.
The first lick made him scramble to gather my hair away from my face. The second caused his eyes to roll into the back of his head.
I licked again, swirling my tongue around the thick head of his cock, and was rewarded by a throaty groan. Opening my lips wide, I took him into my mouth. Lapping my tongue against him and hollowing out my cheeks, I took him as far as I could go. My head bobbed over him, over and over again, until I coated him in my saliva. And the entire time, his hand in my hair grew tighter and tighter until it was almost painful.
He liked that. He needed it, and in a way, so did I. Because right here on my knees with his thick cock bobbing in my mouth, it felt like I was in control.
“Fuck yes. Just like that.” His hand tightened, guiding my head over him, and his hips thrust up to meet my lips. Filling my mouth harder and faster than I had wanted to go. He took me deeper and deeper. Forcing his swollen cock into the back of my throat until it felt like I couldn’t breathe. Saliva dripped from my lips. My eyes swam with tears. Black mascara ran down my cheeks.
