Page 95 of Alexei (Belles & Mobsters 4)

“Does she pick one?” I whispered. Yes, my eyes were on the woman and three men, but my body and my mind held on to Alexei.

“Or all.”

A smile spread on the woman’s face, and she whispered something that only the three men in front of her could hear. The next second, the three men circled her, their hands gently sweeping over her body.

“Fucking Russian orgies,” I muttered under my breath though I couldn’t deny the impact this scene had on me. Desire shot through me and my thighs clenched. I relaxed further back against Alexei.

The woman must have been enjoying the lavish attention because her eyes fluttered shut and her head fell back. The three moved the woman five steps back where I noticed a St. Andrew’s cross stood. How I could miss something so large when we entered, I had no idea and could only blame my nerves.

Despite myself, I was unable to look away from the group and held my breath as the woman lifted her arms up into the air. One of the men reached out to the side of the cross and reached out into a bag. He grabbed a rope and started to bind the woman’s wrists while the second man grabbed another rope then kneeled down. He started to bind her ankles, leaving her spread eagle. The third man was trailing kisses down her neck.

I swallowed hard then took a slow breath in. The desire between the four of them was palpable and visible, even from our spot. With each second that ticked by, the pulse between my thighs increased and my breathing became choppy.

The woman was spread open not only for the three men to see her but also the entire room. The moans leaving her lips, the ecstatic look on her face told me she was enjoying every single thing these men were doing to her. The flush spread across her skin, and for some crazy reason, I almost wished I could experience the pleasure she was.

Almost. But only with one man. The one that had his big hand firmly on my hip.

I shifted uncomfortably and felt his bulge even harder under my ass and a sharp gasp slipped through my lips. I felt Alexei’s hot breath against my neck, his lips so close I could almost feel them on my skin.

His hands trailed down my stomach, his fingers making lazy circles over the exposed skin and a shiver ghosted down my spine.

“Want me to touch you, kroshka?” he breathed into my ear, then gently bit my earlobe.

This was insane. He was barely touching me and hungry fires licked my skin. My core ached with need, and I knew only he could sate it.

I shifted slightly and my legs parted. It was my answer, but I should have known it wouldn’t be good enough for him.

“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice rough in my ear.

“Please touch me.”

He dragged his finger further down my waist, slipped it under my dress. The side dress slit gave him the perfect opening. He was closer and closer to my core, and I shivered in anticipation. My legs parted wider and his index finger brushed over my panties causing a muffled moan to slip through my lips. I leaned further into him, craving more of him. More of his heat.

My hand covered his and my hips ground greedily against his palm.

“You’re soaked, kroshka.” His accent thickened, and damn if it didn’t turn me on even more. Was this just lust? Because I trusted him to see me through this and not allow anyone else near me. I had no idea why.

I licked my lips and my breasts felt heavier with each labored breath I took. He moved slowly, too damn slow, and when he finally cupped my pussy, another moan vibrated through me as my eyes fluttered shut. The whole room was forgotten. The only thing I could feel was Alexei.

“Please,” I moaned low, grinding against his hand.

His other hand clutched my hip and he tightened his grip.

“We do this my way,” he groaned in my ear.

I spread my legs wider, with a small whimper. “I need more.”

He slipped his hand into my panties and the moment I felt his fingers against my clit, my back bowed and my head fell back against his shoulder. This was different from what we had done so far. It was slower. Lazier. More sensual.

Somewhere in the deep corner of my mind, I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, but I didn’t care. At this moment, all I cared about was chasing this pleasure. His finger brushed against my clit, spreading the wetness over it, and I had to swallow my moan.

“I’m going to ruin you, kroshka.” His voice had gotten deeper and guttural. And that damn Russian accent was killing me. Slowly, in the most exquisite way. His finger slipped inside me and my pussy clenched greedily for more. He shifted his hand so his palm rubbed against my clit as he thrust his fingers in and out.

My hips lifted again. Fire burned in the pit of my stomach. I needed more, so much more, and I knew he was the only one to lift me to unimaginable heights.

My entire body clenched, my inner walls gripped his fingers, but it wasn’t enough.

“Your pussy is mine,” he grunted in my ear. Possessive and harsh, as his fingers thrust deep into me.

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