Page 76 of Alexei (Belles & Mobsters 4)

He feasted on me like he was possessed, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, holding me still.

“Oh God,” I moaned, loudly. “I-I need more.”

He tugged on my clit with his teeth, and I exploded, my screams vibrating off the tiled floors and mirrored walls in the bathroom. He didn’t ease as I trembled against his mouth, licking every single drop of my juices.

I twisted my head to look at him over my shoulder, my eyes lowering to where he kneeled on the tiled floor. Our eyes connected, blue flames burning in his arctic gaze, and I shuddered.

He stood up to his full height, our body size differences striking. He towered over me, his one hand came around to my throat and gripped it.

“Ready, kroshka?”

Lust speared through me at his raspy, possessive tone.Holy fuck. I was ready. I was ready for round two and three. As many rounds as this man wanted.

I nodded, a delightful shiver of anticipation running down my spine.

“Hold on tight,” he demanded, pushing his gray sweatpants down his muscled thighs. He dragged his hard cock along my drenched folds and my pussy clenched. I spread my legs until every inch of me was bared to him, greedy for him. “Because I’m not going easy on you this time.”

My lips formed a silent O, but before I could ponder on his words further, he slammed into me. Rough and deep.

“Fuck,” I choked. I could feel him so deep inside me, stretching me.

He grunted something in Russian and I glanced up, meeting his gaze in the mirror. Satisfaction curled in my stomach when I saw hunger in his expression. He might not want to touch me or kiss me, but he couldn’t hide the raw need in his eyes for me, mirroring mine for him.

I arched my head, leaning into his curled hand around my throat and his grip tightened. If someone would have told me a week ago, I’d let a man squeeze my throat as he fucked me, I’d have shot them.

“Harder,” I demanded, the need to see him unravel quickly becoming my addiction.

He stilled, then tore a gasp from me with a violent thrust. As if he lost all sanity, Alexei pounded into me with brutal thrusts. He thrust deep and hard. Pleasure burned through my veins and I moaned, holding on to the counter for support. Each thrust sent a delicious wave of heat searing through me.

The flames of desire burned hotter and wilder. We’d turn into a destructive wildfire if we weren't careful. Yet, I couldn’t find it in me to care. His chest to my back, his hand on my throat, he pounded into me at a maddening speed. My lips burned with the need to feel his mouth on me. My lips tingled with the need to feel his hot mouth against mine. I didn’t forget his words, but at this moment, the need was stronger than the reason.

“P-Please,” I moaned. “Kiss me.”

His mouth landed on my shoulder, his tongue hot on my skin. And then he bit me where my shoulders met my neck, as viciously as he fucked me. Our harsh breathings were the only sounds in the bathroom, his hand closed around my throat. And fucking hell, I trusted him not to kill me and only give me pleasure.

A white-hot wave of sensation built inside me. Everywhere our skin brushed, mine burned hotter. His teeth pierced my skin and something maddeningly erotic shot through my veins. Each thrust of his was ripping me apart and then piecing me back together. Only to destroy me again.

“Alexei. Oh God, Alexei,” I chanted. I’d never remember another man after this one. I whimpered a sob of pleasure as a violent orgasm shattered me, hitting me hard and making me see shooting stars behind my eyelids. Alexei fucked me through it with his one hand around my throat and other gripping my hips. He continued fucking me hard through my clenching orgasm, my pussy spasming with the most violent pleasure I had ever experienced.

With a rough noise, he came inside me, his hot cum filling me. Through a half-lidded, heavy gaze, I watched a tiny bit of him come undone. For me. His hand was still curled around my neck, his teeth marks visible on my skin and his breathing hard.

I had lost myself in him. In this sweet, depraved oblivion.

And I never wanted to wake up.

ChapterTwenty-Four

ALEXEI

My hands laced behind my head, and I watched over Aurora as she slept. After ourshowin the bathroom, she could barely keep her eyes open. I was used to just a few hours of sleep at night. My beautiful agent wasn’t.

So I lifted her into my arms and tucked her into the only bed in the room. Her eyes fluttered shut the moment her head hit the pillow and she drifted off to sleep. I climbed into the other side of the bed, and as if pulled by the same magnetic force I felt, she scooted closer to me. Her hand wrapped over my torso and her face buried into my chest. I tensed at her closeness, expecting her to snake her hand inside my shirt. When she didn’t, I forced myself to relax.

I regularly slept in my boxer briefs, but I couldn’t risk taking my clothes off while sharing a bed with Aurora. It would be a long night with her soft body pressed against mine. Her brows were drawn and I smoothed my hand over her brow. I didn’t like her distress - not when she was awake and definitely not when she was asleep.

Clicking the side lamp off, I let darkness surround me. It matched the one lurking inside me. As I stared at the ceiling, I let my mind wander to the past.

Five years in this hellhole.

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