Page 46 of Debt to the Mafia King
Again, I tapped my knee, and this time her eyes widened in shock. “You want me to sit on your lap?”
“Yes. I would like to prove to you that things between us don’t have to be so difficult.”
She took a step forward, her chin tucked into her chest, and perched on the very edge of my knee. There was no argument, not even a moment where it looked like she was about to.
And I had done that. I had taken that spark and smothered it.
Looping my arm around her waist, I drew her back against me. “You look beautiful this morning.”
She didn’t answer me. Her body was rigid against mine.
“I mean it, Leah.” I tried again. This time, bringing my lips to the skin on the side of her throat. “I really do think you are beautiful and I am—” I stuttered to a stop. Was I really about to say what I was about to say? It wasn’t a sentence I could ever remember using before.
“Thank you.” Her voice trembled when I kissed just below her ear.
“Last night—” again I trailed off. Fuck why was this so hard? At my age, it shouldn’t have been. I wasn’t my father. I should be able to say the words even if they lodged in my throat. “I—”
“It’s fine, Viktor. I won’t do it again.”
Part of me wanted to believe her, but there were still doubts in my mind because wasn’t that what women did? They left.
“I hurt you.”
Her body went stiff. “Yes, but my ass will heal.
Twisting her head around, I slanted my mouth over hers. Silencing her with a soft press of my lips. I’d kissed her before, but never so gently. I wasn’t even sure I had ever kissed a woman so softly before.
“I’m sorry I lost my temper with you. I shouldn’t have done that. I won’t make excuses for my behavior, but I do want you to know that I am sorry, sorry for spanking you so hard and sorry for,” nipping at her bottom lip, I pulled it away from her teeth, “not making you cum.”
“It’s fine.”
Except the way she kept saying it was fine meant it wasn’t fine at all.
“No, it wasn’t.” I swiped my tongue against the seam of her lips and was rewarded when she parted them softly. She didn’t want to, but her body reacted to me even when her brain told her not to.
“Let me make it up to you.” My next kiss wasn’t as gentle because when it came to her, I was like a man possessed. That’s why I had acted the way I had last night and before. I would never admit it, but there was something about Leah that drew me in and trapped me. It had been that way since the moment I had seen her in the flesh for the first time.
Dragging my hand up and across her knee, I smoothed my fingers up the inside of her thigh, parting her legs gently.
This morning had to be all about her, her pleasure was what was important here, and if that meant I had to reign it back and go slow and gentle, that’s what I would do.
The tips of my fingers skimmed across her panties, and she cried out, her body stiffening as she tried to get away from my touch.
“You’re sore.” I whispered against her lips as I traced the outline of her lips with the tips of my fingers. “Do you want me to make it better for you?” Slipping my fingers under the cotton, I found her swollen, damp folds.
She was sore, and that was all down to me and my inability to control myself around her, but the dampness that coated her was because of me as well.
She might hate me, and I deserved it, but she wanted me as well. Just as much as I wanted her.
“Tell me it’s ok to make you cum.” I murmured.
“Please.”
Chuckling, I parted her with my fingers, coating the middle one with her juices. I slipped it inside of her and curled it against her g-spot.
Leah cried out softly, her breath minty as it blew across my face.
“I love it when you beg, Leah.” With slow, even movements, I began to fuck her with my finger. One at first and then another. I took my time about it, savoring the way her breath kept hitching in the back of her throat and her pussy walls fluttered against me.
