Page 21 of Owned By the Mob Boss
“You never were, my sweetheart,” I tell her, kissing her. “You were always mine.”
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I waketo kisses sliding down my belly and rough hands easing my thighs apart.
The slight scratches from his five o’clock shadow make me giggle, but I don’t even get a chance to smile before my jaw falls open and I gasp at the feeling of his tongue.
He drags it with such tender assertiveness from my dripping hole all the way up to my clit. It’s like being worshipped and owned at the same time.
I’m still wrapped in sleep as he applies just the right amount of pressure, makes just the right movements that he knows I love. My eyes are still closed as I reach down and take hold of his hair, holding on for dear life as my heart rate increases.
How is it possible he can do this to me? Take me to such heights? We haven’t even been together a week, and it feels like a lifetime.
I never knew this kind of emotion was possible. And now, I’ve been taken to a place where life feels perfect.
My body quivers, and his hands reach up and grasp my breasts. He twists my nipples just slightly, and the little extraadded jolt of just the right amount of pain sends me over the edge.
“Baby…” I moan as my climax rolls through me. My thighs clamp down around his face before I can stop them. But it’s fine. He groans into me like he loves it.
His tongue flattens on that special spot, and his lips wrap around my button in a perfect kiss as I ride out this wave of bliss.
How did I get so lucky? All of Dad’s screw-ups ended up leading me to this marvel of a man. It just doesn’t seem possible.
He climbs on top of me and presses his massive bulge against my mound. I can feel how hard he is, and it turns me on even more. Just knowing I can have that effect on him is so wonderful.
The knock at the door is sharp and urgent and knocks me out of my post-orgasmic stupor like I’ve been stung by a bee. Viktor sighs and grumbles angrily.
“What!?” His voice is loud and threatening, like a wild animal’s cry.
“Boss, it’s urgent.” Anton’s voice, carefully neutral. “It’s…well, you’re going to want to hear this.”
“Can it wait?”
“It’s…it’s about the girl’s father.”
My stomach drops.
The girl.
After all we’ve been through, and I’m still just “the girl” to Viktor’s men.
His jaw tightens, and he looks back at me, but only for a second. Then he’s grabbing his pants off the floor, the muscles of his back rippling like volcanic rock.
“One moment, angel,” he says to me with a kiss to my forehead.
In his rush out of the room, he doesn’t even close the door completely. As a result, as he and Anton speak, I heareverything.
“Talk,” he growls. His voice is different now. The warmth he shows me is gone, replaced with ice that could turn the city into a glacier.
“It’s Seth Rossi running his mouth again,” Anton replies. “Every dive bar from here to Brooklyn, telling everyone you kidnapped his daughter and are holding her prisoner.”
“And they believe him?” Viktor snaps. “Everyone knows my one rule.”
“There’s more…” Anton clears his throat. “Seth won fifty grand at a Chinatown game, and he’s been blowing it on girls and booze—”
“Fifty grand!?” I hear the anger growing now. “That could clear most of his debt to me.”
