Tarnished Tyrant - A Mafia Romance

Chapter 45 Episode 45

Finally, I can’t hold out any more. I tip my head back and cryout as wave after wave of a drooling orgasm rushes throughme.

It’s swift and vicious. And as soon as it’s let go of me, I grabthe hem of my shirt and lift it over my head. Before thematerial even hits the floor, I’m unhooking my bra.

“You aren’t spent yet?” Nikolai asks smugly. “We’ve had a bigday.”

I thrust my hand between us and palm his hard length. “Noteven close.”

When I take him in my hand, I watch his eyes dilate. Hispupils eat away at the gray of his irises, but his expressionremains the same. Fixed.

When he reaches to touch my chest, I slide off of his lap andkneel between his legs. Surprise flickers over his face, but it’sgone in the next instant.

I almost laugh out loud. Composed, unflappable Nikolai. Evennow. Even like this.

But, f**k—I want to be the one to make him lose control.

I lean down and take him in my mouth in one hot stroke. Myeyes burn as I move him deeper and deeper into my throat, butI resist my body’s urge to push him back out again when I hearhim hiss.

That’s something. A response. I want more of that.

I drag my tongue along the underside of him and circle aroundhis tip before taking him again. Nikolai cups the back of myhead, holding me lightly in place. His fingers curl in my hair,and I let him thrust gently into my mouth.

“f**k,” he groans, tipping his head back on the couch.

Eventually, his thighs are clenching, and I know I could gethim off like this. But my p***y is throbbing again. I haveneeds, too.

And like Nikolai said, I shouldn’t sacrifice anything foranyone, right?

So I slide him out of my mouth, gasping, and then crawl backonto his lap. His neck is flushed and there’s a newdetermination on his face. A focus I recognize well.

I lift myself high on his lap and press a n****e to his lips. Heopens immediately, sucking me into his warm mouth. When Islide down onto his length, he nips at me, and I grab his chin.

He lets me direct his mouth to my other n****e and then to mylips. I kiss him in long, easy strokes, matching the way I rideon his hard c**k.

I can feel his frustration growing. The way he grips my hips,trying to move me faster. The way he’s urging me on.

But I keep it deliberately slow. I’m addicted to the play ofemotion on his chiseled face.

“Are you trying to drive me mad?” he finally asks throughgritted teeth.

“Are you mad?” I tease. I slip all the way off of him and theninch ever so slowly back on. My legs are trembling from theeffort it takes to resist my own climax. “If you’re mad, showme. Punish me.”

He grips the end of my hair and forces my head back. My backarches and his mouth lands on my breast, his tongue flickingover my n****e until I’m panting.

“You can’t handle my punishment,” he says when he finallybreaks off.

He growls, but doesn’t move. So I lean down and press mylips to his ear. “f**k me like you mean it.”

“You’re trying to get a rise out of me.”

“I already got a rise out of you,” I taunt, eyeing his hard cockbetween us. “So why don’t you stop sacrificing yourself on thealtar of your pride and f**k me the way we both know youwant to?”

I lean in and slowly drag my tongue along the rim of his ear.Then I whisper one word.

In an instant, Nikolai lifts us both off the couch and tosses meback on the carpet in front of the fireplace. The look on hisface is animal. Predatory. He slams back into me, filling me inone thrust.

Looks like I’m getting a little more than I bargained for.

I reach to grip his hip and keep him buried in me, but Nikolaicatches my hand in midair and lays it on my stomach. “Touchyourself,” he orders.

I’ve never done this with anyone else watching, but I don’teven hesitate. I circle my finger over my c**t and moan.

“I’m already so close,” I whisper in a strained voice.

He shoves his hands under my body and lifts me at an angle,hooking me around his waist so he can thrust into me againand again. Our bodies slap together violently. I’m helpless toresist him or meet him halfway or do anything at all.

All I can do is take it.

But the position gives me the chance to watch him. I see thefurrow in his brows as he works. I see the grimace as he fightsoff the inevitable, dragging out this torturous pleasure for aslong as possible.

And finally, I see the moment he breaks.

The tightest clench yet—and then his face relaxes and reliefwashes over him. He closes his eyes, and I feel him twitchinside of me. Releasing.

And that is all it takes to send me over the edge again.

“Nikolai,” I cry out. I squeeze his waist with my thighs andhold us together until my muscles fail me.

Then Nikolai lowers me gently to the floor and kisses his wayup my stomach and across my chest. When he reaches mymouth, he’s wearing a sexy smirk.

“Was that hard enough for you?”

All I can do is lift my hand and weakly flip him off.

He laughs and then sucks my middle finger into his mouth fora second. “We already played the ‘f**k you’ game, Belle.What’s next?”

I close my eyes and feign sleep to avoid answering. Because,for a moment, I thought I was in control. I thought I knewwhat I was doing.

But now, I realize the truth.

I have no f*****g idea…

I’m in the dining room with a black coffee and a plate of toastwhen Belle walks in.

She slept in her own room last night. I didn’t invite her tomine, and she didn’t ask. When she looks up at me now, it’salmost like she’s surprised to see me here.

“Good morning.” I gesture to the table. “Hungry?”

“I actually ordered breakfast this morning and ate it in bed,”she says guiltily. “I was starving. Sorry.”

“Of course you do,” she snorts.

She’s dressed for the day and has a black notebook under herarm. It’s the same one she had that night in the conferenceroom at Zhukova Incorporated.

“It’s my job to know what happens here. But the kitchen justtold me you ordered food. I don’t know what you ate.”

“Am I on a diet?” she smirks, eying my plate. “Because Ididn’t order buttered toast like you did, I can tell you that.”

“I like a light breakfast.”

“And I like waffles with peanut butter and syrup.” She frowns.“But they didn’t have peanut butter in the kitchen. They gaveme some chocolate spread instead. Did you know they don’thave peanut butter?”

“Peanut butter is mostly an American delicacy.”

“These folks don’t know what they’re missing,” she says.“Have you ever had peanut butter on your waffles?”

“No. Because I’m an adult.”

She mock-gasps. “What is it with you and food shaming?First, you judged me for wanting hot chocolate, then youjudged me for liking powdered hot chocolate, and now, this.We may have come from similar circumstances, but you’resnooty now.”

“Having good taste doesn’t make me snooty.” I narrow myeyes at her and she stares right back.

Finally, she grins. “When we’re back in America, I’ll makeyou a waffle the right way. Peanut butter included. You’llnever look back.”

When we’re back in America. Maybe she’s just talking, sayingthings without thinking them through. But that sounds anawful lot like Belle has plans for the two of us.

“Someone’s in a hurry to get back,” I observe.

Her smile falters. “Not especially. I… I left things kind of amess. But I guess my life hasn’t exactly been tidy for a fewmonths now. Since Elise came along.”

“How long has she been living with you?”

“A few months.” Belle presses on her forehead like she has aheadache. “It may not look like it, but she wanted to live withme.”

“And your mom was fine with that?”

Belle winces. “No. Not even a little bit.”

“I guess so,” she chuckles. “It was a little Mission Impossible-esque.”

“I have a hard time believing you’re capable of something likethat. Considering how many I’ve caught youeavesdropping on me and trying to steal my car, but—”

“That was all under duress!” she argues. “I didn’t have time toplan.”

“Then tell me the story. Impress me.”

She rolls her eyes. “Well, now, you’ve built it up to be this bigthing that it wasn’t. It’s just that my mom hasn’t wanted Eliseto have any contact with me since I left for college. Unless, ofcourse, my mom wanted to pump me for money.”

I shake my head. “f*****g leech.”