Page 96 of Alexei (Belles & Mobsters 4)

“Yes,” I whimpered, mindlessly chasing the pleasure. With my right hand, I reached behind me and pulled on his neck, my soft body pressed against his hard one. His thumb circled my clit as he added another finger and thrust deep inside me, hitting my G-spot. “Ah, fuck,” I moaned loudly.

Somewhere distant, I was aware of flesh slapping against flesh. Another set of moans and grunts. But all my senses were zeroed in on this man. My lips burned with the need to feel his mouth on mine. I would have given anything to have him kiss me, with lust shooting through my body. I was intoxicated with this need. For him.

He kept thrusting in and out. Hard and deep. I was close. So damn close.

“Such a tight pussy,” he groaned. My hips rode his hand, hard and needy. Working myself up. My pulse drummed frantically in my chest. I could feel Alexei’s gaze on me, his lips on my earlobe, whispering filthy things. “Show everyone what they can’t have.”

My exhale came out on a small sob as his fingers thrust, my insides shuddered and my ears buzzed. My legs on either side of his thighs, there was no mistaking what we were doing. I was on display for everyone to see. Yet, they couldn’t see my pussy, because Alexei ensured my dress and his hand covered me from their view.

My orgasm danced in the bottom of my spine. Impending. My breaths come out ragged and hitched with each roll of my hips against his hand. His other free hand came up to my breasts and he pinched my nipple through my dress.

My one hand behind me, wrapped around his neck and my other clenching his thigh, I rode his fingers as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter around me. I was so damn close. Alexei bit into my earlobe, his fingers pinched my nipple, and I came harder than ever before. It felt like falling off the highest mountain.

Incoherent words slipped through my mouth mixed with moans as I rode wave after wave of the most beautiful pleasure. And then all I could muster up the energy for was to fall back against him as he held me.

His fingers slipped out of me and he brought it to my lips. Without prompting, I parted my lips and tasted myself on his fingers. He hummed his approval, and I swore my chest beamed like a hundred watt bulb.

“My kroshka.”

“I forgot to look up what that means,” I breathed, because I didn’t know what else to say, and I’ve been curious what it meant from the first time he called me that.

“My baby girl.”

“Oh.” Blush heated my cheeks and something giddy swirled in my chest.His baby girl. I wanted to dial up Sailor and Willow and scream, and tell them what just happened. Yes, my reason had left me and probably went back to New Orleans.

As my senses slowly returned, I realized everyone’s eyes were on us. It was official. I had lost my mind. Embarrassment wound through me, but before it could fester, Alexei’s voice whispered in my ear. “You are beautiful when you fall apart for me.”

And just like that, any insecurities evaporated. Nobody else mattered, but him. Yes, my mind was gone. Quite possibly my heart too.

“What about you?” I murmured under my breath, risking a glance over my shoulder. A dark desire flickered across his expression and heat flared in his gaze. It sent burning lust through my bloodstream.

“Lovebirds, that was quite a performance,” Igor’s voice sounded behind me and I startled. Alexei’s expression changed to his usual one that sent ice down your veins. Except, it no longer did for me. “You stole the spotlight.”

Alexei said nothing, but I slowly turned my head to see Igor’s eyes hungry on me.

“Sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say. The lines were getting blurry. This was my case to bring a child predator to justice, yet here I was in the middle of a sex performance, and I let a man finger me. Even worse, I liked it.

“Will we see you reciprocate?” Igor’s question had my spine tense. “I forgot to mention… clothing is not optional during pleasure.” Alexei’s palm landed on my lower back, the touch comforting and warm. I sincerely hoped Alexei got to kill this little weasel.

My lips curved into a smile and I’d even dare to say it wasn’t terribly forced. It could be because of the orgasm I just experienced. I turned my eyes to Alexei.

“Yes.” Fuck, did I sayyes? I must have surprised Alexei too because his eyes widened just the slightest before returning to their normal blank glare. “Of course, there is room only for two on this pedestal,” I added breathlessly.

Someone please knock some sense back into my head. If something like this slipped to the reporters, undercover job or not, my father’s career would burn to the ground. And Byron’s chance at a political career would end before it even took off the ground.

Sweet Jesus.

“Of course, of course.” Igor rubbed his hands together and I wanted to smack him. “Let me help you disrobe before I leave you two lovebirds to it.”

“No.” Both Alexei and I said at the same time. Except hisnowas more of a growl. “Only my hands on her,” he warned, his voice scary as shit but I was glad for it.

Igor scurried away and I slowly stood up, my knees slightly wobbly. Alexei’s arm wrapped around my waist as he stood up.

“Are you sure, kroshka?” His breath was hot in my ear, his mouth on the sensitive part of my neck. To anyone else, it looked like he was showering my neck with kisses.

“Yes,” I breathed. I’d just focus on him.

I sensed his body tense and I pulled slightly away to look at him. Our gazes met and something dark lurked in his glacier blue eyes. Dark and cold. It wasn’t aimed at me, I was certain, but if it was, I’d be scared.

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