Page 12 of Owned By the Mob Boss
He’s being a gentleman. A mob boss a gentleman? Who would believe that?
“It’s okay,” I tell him. My skin’s hotter now. I’m overheating. God, I’m even starting to sweat.
Thoughts I’ve never had before start to invade my mind. He’s only feet away from me, and it’s like some invisible force is pulling me to him.
My heart pounds heavily against my ribs. I drink in a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
But what do I even have to worry about? Viktor Morelli wanting me? Yeah, right.
I saw the party he was having when Dad brought me here. Countless women everywhere, and they all looked like models. What would he ever want with an inexperienced virgin like me—?
Viktor whirls, and my breath catches in my throat as he snatches me by the waist and with a primal growl, pins me down on the bed beneath him.
His fierce eyes bore holes right through me as I pant up at him, feeling like a helpless prey animal.
“I told myself I wouldn’t,” he stammers, his voice like burning rock. “But damnit, Isabella, I don’t know if I can hold back any longer.”
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VIKTOR
She will be my queen…
The words have been running through my head since I left the penthouse, and they echo loudly as I stare down at Isabella’s naked body beneath me.
She’s like a woman created by artificial intelligence, designed to drive a man completely insane with desire.
Absolute perfection.
Her face is so innocent. Wide-eyed and still in shock from being lifted high into the air. But she knows I won’t hurt her. I can see it.
My cock jerks between my thighs, grinding against my zipper. She has the breasts of a goddess. Perfect size, perfect shape, with two little nipples like candy that have me drooling.
Her waist and hips curve like she was drawn by an artist. Such femininity.
How could such a brutal bastard like me be blessed withthis girlbrought to me as collateral?
My eyes move down her flat belly to her little pussy mound, adorned with just a tiny amount of hair. At its center, I see the glistening pink lips framing her slit—
“Fuck,” I growl, ripping my eyes away.
“What?” she asks. “What is it, Viktor?”
I shake my head. “You have no idea what you do to me, Isabella.”
Slowly, she runs her hands down my chest, causing me to want to rip off my tank top. My cock is absolutely throbbing now, so much so it almost hurts.
“Tell me…” Her voice is an angelic whisper, a musical note on the wind. It goes straight to my chest, melting more of the ice that has encased my heart for years.
My hands still hold her waist. The soft warmth of her skin is like my own personal drug.
I can only imagine what the rest of her feels like…
“I want to…” Christ, I can barely speak. I’m possessed by her beauty. “I want to spread your legs and slide my cock in you, princess. I want to put my lips on every inch of your gorgeous body. I want to lick your pretty little—”
And then it hits me.
I still don’t know yet.
