Stolen from the Hitman: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance(100)

I don’t doubt that he could do nearly anything he wanted to to me. I’ve worked with a congressman, but Mikhail has real power. Not just physical power, but his personality, his control...

“What else do I do to you?”

Did I really just ask that?

His answer doesn’t come like I expected though, it comes in the form of a throb. A heated pulse through his loins that swells out against me. His member rising beneath that thin layer of cotton over his groin, and rising fast.

He doesn’t have any more words for me, because he reaches up with one hand, grasps the back of my hair, and tilts my head to the side.

He’s in control now, there’s no doubt of that, as there’s no doubting the effect I’m having on his dick, and he lunges down, biting my neck, making me gasp, kissing at me with a desperate, carnal energy. To confirm, his other hand slips right around from my hip and grasps my rear, cupping the cheek and squeezing it tight.

My skin tingles with his kiss, my sex beginning to throb hard between my thighs. It’s completely unlike me to be attracted to a guy like Mikhail, let alone feeling so hungry for his body. My fingers find his side, nails running over his hip until I meet his spine, and I pull him closer so that our bodies grind into one another with a heated urgency.

Then with such ease, he just pulls me up, lifting me with one hand as he kisses, licks, and bites at my tender neck. He’s a powerhouse, and I get to feel those hardened pecs, abs, and biceps squeezing against me as he hefts me up. My groin positioned right atop his as that steely shaft pulses with life.

He finally breaks his hold on my neck to look into my eyes, his breathing heavy, not from the heavy workout, but from desire. And he growls his words at me.

“There is only one way this is going to end now, Alicia,” he speaks my full name, his member pulsing as it rumbles off his tongue right before he pushes his lips against mine.

He tastes hot and spicy, like cinnamon mints, and my tongue eagerly presses against his. His words are like a warning, but they sound more like a promise to me, and my legs wrap around his hardened waist.

My heart thuds rapidly in my chest, and even though I’m being absolutely reckless, it only serves to turn me on more, and my arms wrap around his thick neck. His kiss is as brutal as he is, all control lost as he seeks to nearly bruise my lips against his, but it feels so right.

I can feel his hand pushing up under the silk nightie, and that hard hand grasps my bare flesh, squeezing my butt cheek so tightly. Each of those long fingers of his mesh with my own softer skin to make my nerves tingle, making the flesh bulge between.

“You play with fire,” he growls in between smacks of our lips before I realize he’s carried me over to the thick mat on the floor. Only the jarring sensation of his knees hitting the blue mattress-like material shakes me into realization of where we’ve moved.

I’m still held up in his arms, and he’s fondling me, stroking those rough hands over my skin, along my rear, up alongside my breasts, touching their bare flesh beneath the silk. He’s a real beast of a man, rough, hard, powerful.

Playing with fire seems to be putting it mildly.

But it’s the only way I’ve ever felt so deliciously hot. None of the heavy petting with boyfriends past compared.

“I don’t care,” I whisper.

I watch his face as his hands trace over my skin with reverence and desire I’ve never experienced before. The intensity of the moment has us both under its spell, and I trace over his pecs. There’s a wound near his collarbone and I can feel the remnants of stitches, and it intrigues me. I’ve never been with a man who had so many scars, so many marks left on him from a dangerous life.

I’ve also never been so turned on, and my fingertips wander lower, finding his hard abs and delving lower still.

Just as my dainty fingertips find the cotton bulge, he lowers my back onto the mat, laying me out before him as his smoldering eyes look down with such desire. Those powerful hands pull the night dress off me, almost tearing it in his drive to see me bare.

“I’ve never felt my cock get so hard over a lone woman before,” he rumbles as my fingers touch that bulge again, graze it as I slip the tips along the waistband. And it’s not hard to believe him, because that shaft is just so massive and thick. His rough, greedy hands go for my bare breasts, lavish them with such fond appreciation, and I can’t help but cry out.

I stroke him, clumsily, the angle awkward and my spine arching to give him access to my chest. He palms by breasts, my nipples stiff against his flesh as I stare up at him wantonly.

“I’ve never needed someone so bad,” I confess in return, my pussy screaming for attention as I rub his cock. My hips rise, but there’s no pleasure to be found, not yet. He wants to experience me fully, despite my own ache, and I know the higher he builds me up, the more powerful the crash back to earth will be.