Page 13 of Owned By the Mob Boss
“Isabella,” I ask, my heart thumping like a drum in anticipation. “Has another man…had youyet?”
To my surprise, Isabella giggles. Her cheeks go rosy red with embarrassment.
“What’s funny!?”
“No, Viktor,” she replies quickly. “I—I’ve never even kissed a guy before.”
Relief washes over me like a cool wave. My jaw tightens, and my eyes narrow.
She could be mine…
“Did I—say something wrong?” she asks.
“No, sweetheart,” I soothe her, stroking back a wisp of her hair. “What you said was…perfect.”
“Don’t guys want a girl with experience?”
I manage to stop myself from laughing. My balls are tight, filled with cum that’s just begging for her pussy.
Hervirginpussy…
“Guys want their woman to beall theirs, princess.” It’s getting near impossible now not to take her. I don’t know how I haven’t forced my way inside her yet.
But I made a promise to myself. I wouldn’t take her unless she wanted me. And although I am a criminal, I am a man of my word.
My eyes track over Isabella’s body, drinking in every one of her curves. She has no idea how beautiful she is. She has no idea aboutanything.
I could teach her—teach her just how I like it.
No. This is wrong.
Isabella didn’t come here willingly. She didn’t choose me. She and I would never even have met if it wasn’t for her degenerate father.
It’s almost impossible, but I manage to pull my eyes away from her. My heart is racing so hard I’m sure I’ll have a heart attack. Sweat drips from my brow as I let go of her waist and stand.
She has to want me…
“I should go,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.
Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to stay—to climb on top of her and take her.
But I can’t. I won’t. I may own her, but she needs to betruly mine.
I’m almost at the door when I hear her voice behind me. “Viktor, wait!”
She freezes me in my tracks. My back teeth grind together as I turn and look back at her, still naked but sitting up now. Her breasts are too perfect. How am I supposed to resist?
“Don’t—don’t go.” She levels her eyes at me, melting more of the ice around my heart. “I know what you’re doing…”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“You’re being a gentleman.” I take a deep breath.Christ, she’s reading my mind.“But…you don’t have to.”
All the air leaves my lungs. My cock pulses with a raging lust.
She’s saying what I think she’s saying. I know it.
In a single motion, I tear my tank top down the middle and toss it aside. Then I’m back on top of her, grinding my hard bulge on her pussy mound.
