Page 89 of Alexei (Belles & Mobsters 4)

“What are we going to do?” she asked, her voice slightly irritated with boredom. “It’s too early for bed,” she muttered, glancing my way, then around the room until her eyes came to the large king size bed. She wore one of my t-shirts that reached down to her knees. “Too early for sleeping. Maybe extra-curricular activities would kill some time.”

Realizing what she said, she flushed and looked back at me. Her eyes fell to my lips, she swallowed and glanced away. But not before I saw desire flash in her dark eyes.

A half-smile pulled on my lips. “I’m all for extra-curricular activities,” I responded. My cock went hard as a rock, more than willing to kill all the time in the world while deep inside her.

Her soft brown eyes locked on me and I held her gaze. “Are you up for it?” I challenged her, my voice hoarse.

Her lips curved into a seductive smile. “Mr. Nikolaev, are you baiting me?” she teased, her voice breathless.

I shouldn’t do it. I needed to back off. She’d already dug herself deep beneath my skin. Yet, like a depraved soul, I wanted to play. Own her. Possess her.

“I am,” I admitted, those soft eyes sparkling on me. No point in lying to her. “Is it working?”

She took a step towards me. Then another. Until she was right in front of me, her toned, bare legs pressed against my own. After my shower, I pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt. I didn’t want her seeing my scars. I regretted not feeling her skin against my own.

Until this woman, a single touch sent disgust racing through me. Now, I found myself craving it. In the span of a few weeks, this woman invaded my mind and my heart. The thought of never seeing her again sent a cold sweat down my spine.

Every time I looked at her, I felt peace wash over me. And happiness; at least, I thought it was happiness. It was unlike any other feeling I had felt before. Warm, soothing, light. Whatever it was, I wanted to keep it.

I stood up, and she craned her neck, keeping her eyes locked on mine. She was so petite compared to my frame, it always sent a rush of worry through me. That I’d hurt her.

“Bed?” she breathed the question, the vein in her neck visibly throbbing. She deserved so much better than this shitty situation. So much better than me.

“You sure?” I asked, something inside me shaking with the fear of her loss. I wanted everything she had, but I knew it was impossible to demand it. Not with our complicated history. And not when I couldn’t give her everything I had.

Because if I had, I’d lose her. I didn’t think I could handle seeing disgust in those dark eyes.

She licked her lips, her chest rising and falling.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Aurora grabbed my hand and walked us to the bed. A shuddering breath escaped her mouth. “Might be the most exciting time passing activity I’ve ever done,” she teased softly.

I cupped her face, so many unspoken words burning my tongue yet refusing to come out. Instead, I rested my forehead against hers, inhaling her scent and our breaths intermixed. Her lips parted, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to brush my mouth against hers.

Yet, my mind was a fucking bitch because my body reacted against my heart. My mind was too fucked up. Too broken.

She wanted a kiss. I could taste it, almost as if it was a part of me, and it fucking burned me that I couldn’t give it to her.

“Should I take my shirt off?” she rasped softly.

“Let me.” I reached the hem of the shirt and pulled it over her head.

Jesus Christ.

She was beautiful, standing there in nothing but her little panties. Her nipples were pink and hard. I sat her on the edge of the bed, then lowered onto my knees and took one nipple into my mouth, twirling the bud under my tongue.

Her back arched into me and she raised her hands, wrapping them around my neck. She was touching me, I realized. It was instinct on her part, yet a startling discovery on mine. It didn’t send my heart into hyperactive mode. Or make old memories shatter through my mind.

I just felther.

I lavished my attention on her gorgeous breasts - nipping, sucking, biting.

“Alexei,” she moaned, her fingers pushing through my hair. God, my name on her lips sounded right. Like a lover’s song that I’d never get enough of.

Pulling her panties down her legs, I dipped my fingers between her folds and found her soaked.

I growled my satisfaction, working my way down her stomach with my mouth kissing and licking every single inch of her. Her arousal scented the room, the sweetest addiction, and the only one I’d ever have.

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