Page 68 of Mafia Prince's Secret Baby

Igor tugs his slacks down, revealing his iliac crest. Not quite seeing his cock, I reach to cup it. His eyes widen, and his dick twitches. “Careful. My patience is wearing thin.”

I lick my lips, and he groans, pulling away from me.

“Whose fault is that?” I sass him, crossing my arms.

“It’s all yours, baby,” he answers, yanking off his shoes, socks, and pants.

Nearly naked from the waist down, his underwear leaves little to the imagination. In the dead silence of the room, I can hear his heartbeat and see beads of sweat forming on his temples. Lifting my chin, I ask him, “Should we talk first?”

His bright blue eyes glaze over. “You’re edging me again.”

I roll my eyes. “I haven’t a clue what you mean.”

“Maybe it would help if you could see what you do to me.”

“Is it so wrong to want some romance?”

“Who said this wouldn’t be romantic?” he retorts, then steps in front of me.

I turn my face away, allowing his hands to bunch the fabric of my nightgown between his fingers. In one smooth move, he pulls the fabric off me, and I’m just as exposed as him. He drags me across the room, and before I know it, I’m seated on the edge of the bed. Spreading my legs apart, he crouches in front of me. His hands touch the flesh of my thighs.

“You’re gorgeous, Katya,” he breathes. “Exquisite in every way.”

His praise slides down my neck, between my breasts, and lower still. His palms are hungry, his touch greedy.

“Will you let me eat your pussy, hm?” His finger dips and presses into my damp panties, increasing the sensation of heat and wetness. “A kiss for my girl. A small show of romance. Well?”

I try to look away, and that sends me on a downward spiral of insecurity.

I try to deflect. “I’m not... I haven’t had a razor in a while.”

“Show me, Katya,” he moans huskily. “Show me you’ll stop resisting.”

“Please,” I whisper, not even knowing what it is I’m asking for.

“I need to know you feel the same,” he says, drawing his hands away. “I don’t want to force myself on you.”

“Kiss me first,” I beg him, barely audible.

He immediately crushes his mouth to mine, and I’m intoxicated by his desire. I open my mouth for him, our tongues sliding together in a tangle of promise. Pulling him closer by the lapels of his open shirt, I curl my fingers over his shoulders. My skin burns from the contact, and the pain of lust clenches me.

“Here,” he mutters against my lips, forcing a hand between my legs.

He slips a thumb under the fabric and spreads my natural lubrication upward, tapping the base of my clit a few times. Everything’s happening so fast, and yet, time stops when he drops his gaze. It travels lower, and the way he looks at me renders me helpless. I whimper, tilting my head back when his eyes meet mine. Their brilliant blue is a rare treasure in the deepening night. His beard’s rough as he kisses a trail down my chest to my belly and farther down.

“No,” I rasp.

“Yes,” he answers, looking directly at me. “You are mine, Katya, all of you.”

He strokes a cheek against my thigh, tenderly pressing his face into the soft curve where my leg meets my torso. His every movement is an exercise in control. He looks up, eager and wild with want. His expression shifts to delight when he feels the moisture gathering in my slit. Igor pushes his fingertips into my achingly empty pussy.

“Christ, you are divine,” he grunts, feeling the walls clench around him. “I can’t wait to sink myself inside you,volchitsa.”

With a yelp, I sit straighter, enjoying every long, luxurious motion of his fingers, the way his knuckles move. His dirty promises are fuel to the fire. Instead of calming me, his finger and thumb twirling around my clit make it impossible to think straight.

“So warm, wet, and tight,” he growls, running his thumb against the heated little nub. “I like you slippery like this. Tell me, do you want me to lick you good?”

I pant and nod, barely aware of what I’m doing.