Page 17 of Owned By the Mob Boss
“Come for me, angel,” he growls, reaching between my thighs and pressing a finger against my magic button.
The shock shoots through me, causing my back to arch and my breath to catch. My heartbeat skyrockets, and within seconds, I’m losing all control.
“I—I’m coming!”
“So am I,” he grunts.
He sprays inside me with such incredible force. The warm, sticky goodness coats me as my climax hits me hard. My arms and legs tremble as wave after wave of golden goodness rolls through me.
He’s the most dangerous man in the city, and I’ve given myself over to him.
We breathe heavily together, and his fingers lazily trace the lines of my skin as he remains inside me, still hard like he’s ready to go again.
“I’m taking you to dinner tonight,” he finally says.
“Oh?”
“Somewhere nice, expensive. Somewhere public, where I can show you off.” He slides his hands through my hair, sending a delightful shiver through me. “Everyonewill know you are mine, Bella.”
I giggle. “Bella?”
He smirks. “That’s my name for you now.”
“Is it now?”
I’m pretending to debate with him, but the truth is, I already love it.
“Yes.” He nods. “Three syllables is just way too much work.”
For the first time since we met, he smiles fully, and it’s like staring at the face of God. Apt, considering as far as New York City is concerned, Viktor MorelliisGod.
My heart races at the implications of his statement. The boss doesn’t do public displays. He works in the shadows, away from the prying eyes of the law.
“Is that safe?” I ask.
He grins wider, only this time, his eyes shine, and I am instantly reminded of who I’m talking to. “Letanyonetry to touch what’s mine, and I’ll paint the streets with their blood.”
I should be terrified by the casual violence in his words. Instead, I feel protected. Claimed.Owned.
“Okay.” I smile, nuzzling closer. “Where will you take me?”
“Oh, that’s a surprise, my angel.” He kisses me on the forehead before standing. As he slides out of me, I feel a great sense of loss, igniting more desire.
I watch as he walks to the shower. My God, what a physique. I never knew guys’ asses could besohot.
I grab his pillow and bury my face in it, inhaling his scent as his warm seed drips out of me and onto the sheets. My heart is racing, and as I lie in his bed–nowourbed—I am hit by the truth that’s been building in my chest all morning.
I am in love with Viktor Morelli.
The Ice Man. The king of New York. The man who holds my father’s life in his hands.
And tonight, he wants to show me off to the world.
And God help me, I cannot wait.
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