Sold to the mafia boss

My muscles trembled as his hands settled over the slim straps of my dress and stopped. My breath hitched as seconds beat past, and the heavy weight of his palm pressed against the top of my breasts. My heart pounded so loud I knew he heard it. Anticipation cranked hard between them until I battled a scream, and then he hooked his index finger underneath the strap and pulled it down.

Oh, God.

Cool air rushed over my skin, but his gaze scorched as he drank in the flesh revealed. My nipples hardened into points as the silk caught briefly, then continued on its path. He gently maneuvered my arms out of the holes, then moved the fabric even lower, exposing my belly and hips. He stopped and studied every inch of my nakedness with a silent intensity that unnerved me, until I longed to say something but the words died in my throat.

His hands settled on my hips. He grasped the delicate fabric at both sides and began to work it down over my thighs, calves, then tore it away from my shoes and tossed the dress to the floor.

Our breath rose and fell together in an uneven, choppy rhythm. Liquid heat pulsed and pounded between my thighs, masked by the scrap of red panties I had pulled on with no one in mind but myself. But now Logan focused his attention in that direction, still saying nothing, studying the apex of my thighs, his thumb lightly brushing the line of my panties as I sucked in my breath and waited. As if he had all the time in the world, he began to play with the elastic band as if testing its strength. My entire focus shrank to those five fingers and the slow torture they bestowed. He explored the crease at my thighs, then traced an invisible line down the center of my body. He watched every reaction in silence, as if I were his love slave and he was a king used to obedience.

And I exploded with sheer frustration, wondering how I’d turned from being furious a while ago to this mess.

He covered my mouth with his and plunged his tongue deep into my mouth. I arched like a bow as the lightning crack of energy ripped through me. My fingers clung to him as I held on and kissed him back, drowning in the taste of Scotch and male heat. He parted my legs and tortured me with promises of his hands and his penis, until I became crazed with need, until there was no more pride or logic, just this ache to have him inside me.

His mouth moved on my breasts, sucked my nipples, and nipped with his teeth. His fingers stroked my belly and hips, and hooked under the lace to play, one long index finger moving underneath to test my heat, drenched with moisture as I cried out for more, always more.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

He slid off my panties and plunged a finger deep inside, then added another, rubbing delicately over the hard nub hidden between curls, just giving me a taste of it until…

I cried out and my hips bucked as the climax took me hard. My body shook with pleasure as he shed his briefs and covered himself with a condom. He slid back up to my silken length, interlaced all ten fingers with mine, and pressed our joined hands deep into the pillows.

I blinked up, dazed by the endless depths of his eyes, a deep, dark brown that held an array of secrets and a gleam of tenderness I’d never seen before.

He pressed against me, seeking entry. Liquid warmth rushed out to ease his welcome and I lifted my hips to take him. He pressed an inch, then another. My body tightened around him and I panicked, knowing this was all that mattered to him, knowing he’d never want me in the way I needed.

He paused, almost as if he sensed my emotions. ” Too fast? Talk to me.”

I shuddered with pure need as I felt him retreat one precious inch. ” No, I just, I need….”

” Tell me.”

A fine sheen of tears filmed over, my emotions raw and easy for him to read. ” need you to want me. Only me. Not….”

” Oh, God.” He closed his eyes. I watched sheer agony ripple over his face. He stopped at my entrance and bent to kiss me.

He tenderly mated his tongue with mine, stroking, tracing the swollen flesh of my lips in an action that bespoke pure humbleness. And when he opened his eyes and looked into mine, I sucked in my breath as he finally let me in, let me see it all, and gave me what I needed.

The truth.

” It’s always been you. I only want you, Layla ”

I cried out as he buried himself to the hilt inside of me. My body opened and accepted his swollen length, hugged him deep and demanded more. His fingers gripped mine and pressed harder into the pillow as he began to move, slowly at first, joining me to the rhythm. I climbed again with him, and the twisting spiral path tensed my muscles, stopped my breath, and teased me with each inch as I moved closer to release.

It was a raw combining of needs, rough and primitive, and I reveled in the honesty of our lovemaking as sweat slid down his forehead and my nails dug deep into his back until I exploded. Pleasure broke over in waves, and I heard him cry out as he joined me, and in that moment we were one.

He slumped and rolled so I sprawled on top of him, my cheek against his slick muscled chest, my hair spilling over my face, my arms wrapped around his waist. No thoughts claimed me in this moment, and I treasured the deep peace as I let myself go, safe in his embrace. I slid toward sleep as he held me tightly.