Page 13 of Oops Baby for the Mafia Boss

We’re a bit behind the audiobook’s events, and I crave what the heroine in the story has.

The man she needs, the one she doesn’t think she likes, but probably already loves at a soul level, inside her.

“Markov,” I whisper. “Please.” It’s no more than a breath. “Take me.”

His grey eyes go wide, and I gasp as he pushes in.

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MARKOV

In my wildest dreams of how Emily would respond when she listened to that scene, this is beyond.

Her eyes on me are the most erotic thing in the world.

Almost as good is the plunge of my cock into her hot, wet passage as I hold her close. I kiss her deeply, moving slowly, because this is something so special. Our first time.

I want to be a part of her. Being inside her now, yes, but more than that. I crave my name in her bones, her DNA. I need to be bonded with this woman forever. I have her with me to protect and to adore, and to be entwined with, like two rivers that fill a lake.

That early copy of this book I got from the charity auction months ago was worth the million I paid. Knowing that this was going to happen in the story kept me alive. Anticipating this perfect opportunity to express to Emily how I feel has prevented me from fucking it up by doing something stupid and scaring her.

Nothing has ever felt as right as joining myself with Emily.

She’s silky wet heat, so slick that as I savour each small movement that slides me deeper into her, my brain short-circuits.

I’ve never used anything but my hand on my cock, and fuck, this is… But it’s her.

It’s not just sex. I shake with the intensity of taking what I’ve been waiting for my whole damn life. The audiobook talks about fated mates, and love, and destiny and that’s what this is.

In the audiobook, Rovaj is saying all the things I would say if I were any good with words.

“My mate, mine. I knew from the first moment I saw you that you were a part of my soul.”

I watch her face as I invade her, and if she thinks it’s strange that I’ve given up keeping pace with the audiobook, she doesn’t say so. There’s no need for talking, there’s just the perfect understanding of our bodies fitting together.

It’s bliss and spine tingling, making me weak.

“I want to breed you, mate,” Rovaj growls.

I agree with my fictional counterpart.

“You’re mine.”

He moves inside me with savage intensity, and I bloom. I open more for him, held between the stone floor of the cave and his heated, hard body.

I’ve thought about this so many times, imagined her softness and where she’d yield for me. I’ve jerked off daily since we met, the vision of her sweet face dancing behind my eyes. I’ve dreamed of touching her, kissing her, and woken aching and hollow.

But there are a million small things that are better than the fantasy.

The vanilla and strawberry scent of her is familiar, of course, but the taste of her skin that’s all her own is new. The way her curls fit around my fingers, and the touch of her lips.

And fuck, but the trust in her brown eyes as she lets me into her body, the feel of her crushed velvet, makes my blood pound and sparkle. The air this close to Emily is hot and drugging.

I’m still not fully inside her. Just the tip is enveloped by her tight—oh my god so tight—wet heat.

I probably should be worried about being too big for her, but while her eyes are wide and she’s making panting, keening sounds, I know they’re all pleasure. We’re meant for each other, even though I’m big and she’s little, the idea of us not fitting is absurd.

She presses her fingertips into my shoulders, urging me on.