Page 59 of Debt to the Mafia King
Viktor’s eyes grew soft. “I know, and I do have a secret to tell you. One from right now. It’s something I want to be desperately.”
“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” I expected him to say something sexual because I could see him curling out of the water, hard and thick. The head of his cock was almost angry looking.
“Happy. I want to be happy.” Closing his hands around my hips, he lifted me more firmly onto his lap, but didn’t reach between our bodies. “I think I could be happy with you, Leah.”
His words seemed to swirl around my head. It was the vulnerable way he said it, like he was a lost little boy and not a forty-year-old man who was in charge of some really dangerous men.
And it broke me. Yes, my childhood had been hard, but it hadn’t been lonely. Viktor looked like he had been lonely for a very long time. He hid it well, but it was there shining out of his eyes.
Under all the cold bravado, he really did have feelings. He had just gotten very used to hiding them. Cupping his face in my hands, I kissed him again, sipping at his mouth and putting everything I was feeling into it.
For several seconds, he let me kiss him, and it felt to me like he lost himself in it, and then his hands closed around my hips. Not hard, just squeezing and releasing in time with my kisses.
Reaching between our bodies, I closed my hand around the base of his cock and squeezed.
“Leah,” tearing his mouth away from mine, he groaned. “We don’t need—”
Ignoring him, I guided him to my opening. A gasp left my lips as I slowly slid down his length. And then a low moan escaped me when I was finally seated.
His cock stretched me so deliciously. Even the sting as he spread me open was enough to make my eyes roll into the back of my head.
God, he felt amazing, he didn’t even have to move, and I was so close I was seeing stars.
“Jesus, Printsessa,” Viktor’s eyes rolled, and his hand tightened around my hip bones. “Jesus, you feel so good. So right but—”
“But nothing. Let me do this. Let me make you happy.” I crushed my mouth onto his, hungry and demanding, and he met every swipe of my tongue with one of his own. I began to move, slowly rocking my hips back and forth until the bathroom was filled with the sound of our mingled rasping breaths.
We moved together, our bodies undulating and meeting each other with practised precision. There was nothing rough and demanding about it.
It was two bodies finally coming together with complete understanding, and I needed it.
For the first time since I had married him, I felt connected. This was more than sex. So much more.
“Leah.” Groaning, Viktor cupped my breasts, surging forward so he could pepper kisses along them. His eyes lifted and met mine, his tongue came out to swirl around my diamond-hard nipples,around and around until I was arching my back and thrusting my breast into his mouth. Viktor sucked hard, drawing each peak into his mouth and lapping at it.
“That’s it, baby.” Gently, he bit down on one nipple. His teeth grated each one in turn until fireworks were going off in my eyes.
I clenched around him, my hips rocking harder and harder as I chased the release my body was desperate for.
“I need,” a scream shattered my thoughts as I fell off the cliff and into the sweetest oblivion I had ever felt, and somehow, I kept moving, rocking and bouncing. My hands found his shoulders, and I raked my nails down them.
He thrust his hips up. His arms wrapped around me so our chests were smashed together, and this time, it was him who kissed me like he was desperate for it and he would die without the feel of my lips on his.
“Cum for me, Printsessa.” He sucked on my tongue. “You feel so good,” he groaned. “So good that I could die.”
One last flex of my hips, and my face fell forward to nuzzle into his neck. I kissed his thundering pulse as my movement became slower.
My breath rattled.
“You’re so beautiful, Leah.” He rotated his hips, pushing his thick cock more firmly into my trembling channel. “So fucking beautiful. I could die right now, and as long as I was in your sweet pussy, I would die the happiest and luckiest of men.”
Standing up, he lifted me, his cock still buried up to the hilt, and stepped out of the cool water.
Dripping, he walked back into the bedroom with me still speared on his cock.
He dropped me into the middle of the bed, grabbed one ankle, and sank between my thighs again. There was no warning, he just licked straight into me.
My back arched off the bed. “Viktor.” Moaning loudly, I tugged on his hair. “I’m meant to be making you happy.”
