Page 16 of Owned By the Mob Boss
He’s here.
Viktor Morelli, the man who makes other criminals weep, lies beside me like a portrait of masculinity. The blanket is pulled down, exposing his massive chest, his sculpted biceps, and his sheet of chiseled abs.
My hair is a mess, and the air still seems to hold an electric charge I only feel when he’s around.
This makes no sense. Good girls like me don’t end up in the beds of mob bosses. He shouldn’t even be interested in me. But he was.He is.
I study him in the morning light, overcome by how gorgeous he is. Even the scars on his face are somehow like accents placed there by an artist, accentuating his perfection.
The Ice man.
I know that’s what they call him, but when I watch him sleep, and remember his hands on me last night, I can’t help but feel like I see something in him that no one else does…
Vulnerability.
This is the man that everyone fears. The man who rules New York City with an iron fist. The monster good parents warn their children about.
But right now, he’s just mine. And I belong to him.
His eyes flutter, and his piercing eyes fix on mine, sending a thrill through me. Something raw and unhinged in his gaze causes my chest to ache with an emotion I’m not quite yet ready to voice.
“Hey there, angel,” he whispers, his voice rough with sleep. His hand cups my face, his thumb tracing my cheekbone with a tenderness no one would believe. “You’re still here.”
“Where else would I be?” I giggle. “Not like I could go anywhere.”
“That’s true.” He grins devilishly. “But would you want to?”
I shake my head, my hips twisting almost involuntarily, so I’m pressing my butt against his waist.
An invitation. One he immediately picks up on.
His hand finds my breast, and I feel him getting hard against my cheeks as he squeezes and presses his lips against my neck.
I’m not wearing any panties, so all he has to do is pull his briefs down and slide inside my ready and willing sex.
I open for him as his thick and swollen manhood stretches me. It stings at first, which is no surprise considering how hard he gave it to me last night.
But then I’m writhing with pleasure, my eyes closed as I melt into his warmth, his strength, his grip. I reach back and find his strong thigh with my hand. My fingers dig into the solid flesh ashe pounds me. He’s literally inside me, but I somehow need to feel him closer.
His moan in my ear sets me on fire.I’mdoing that to him.I’mthe reason he feels that way.
I swell with pride.
I’m his angel, his princess, his queen.
I feel his hunger in his strokes. The lust in every thrust from his hips. I’m soaking wet, not only with my arousal, but from the cum he pumped into me last night.
My heart quivers when I think of the possible consequences that will have. Consequences I am ready to accept.
His rough hand twists my head back to his, and he kisses me, deeply and ravenously, like he wants to devour me whole.
“This is how I want to wake up every day,” he growls, rutting so deep I feel his engorged tip pulsing in my stomach.
“Yes,” I manage to stammer, taking it as he fucks me harder, faster.
I know what’s happening, but I somehow still can’t believe it. Just days ago, I was brought to this man and given to him by my father. I was terrified. And now I’m head over heels for him, giving myself willingly and only wanting one thing…
More.
