Pregnant For the Mafia Boss

Chapter 3

ISABELLA POV

He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, and his mouth at my ear. “You have no idea how many nights I lay awake imagining this. Imagining bending you over this exact desk and taking what I had no right to take.”

“Then take it now.” I pushed back against him, feeling the hard length of him through his trousers poking me. “I’m giving it to you.”

A growl rumbled in his throat as his fingers hooked the sides of my thong and yanked it down my legs. Cool air hit my wet folds, and I shivered. He dropped to his knees behind me, like I was something to be worshipped, and spread me open with both thumbs.

I felt his breath first on my p***y; it was very hot and ragged, and then I felt his tongue on me. He gave me one long, slow lick from my c**t to the entrance. I moaned, loud and shameless, wanting him to hear how he pleases me. He did it again, firmer this time, tasting me like I was an old wine he’d been denied for years. Then he sealed his mouth over my c**t and sucked me hard, like a child suckling on her mother's nipples... that made my knees buckle.

“Viktor...oh God...”

He didn’t let up. Instead, his tongue flickers in and out of my p***y like a thirsty dog lapping up some water; he slides his two thick fingers inside me and curls them immediately to stroke that spot that made white sparks explode behind my eyelids. I came so fast, too fast, that I am shuddering, and my thighs are trembling as I cry his name into the crook of my elbow.

He stood before the aftershocks faded. I heard him removing his boot as I rose up and turned to help him get rid of his shirt, trousers, and boxers. Then he bent me down again to the sofa, and with the blunt head of his p***s, he lined my entrance.

“Look at me, milaya.”

I twisted my head over my shoulder to see that his eyes were almost black, his pupils blown, and his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. Sweat already gleamed at his temples.

“Last chance,” he said again, his voice shredded. “Tell me no.”

I reached back and wrapped my fingers around his wrist. “Yes. Please. Now.”

He thrust in.

In one long, inexorable push, it was slow enough that I felt every thick inch of his p***s stretching me open, burning, filling, and claiming me in the way I had always hoped and dreamt of. When his hips met my ass, he stilled and buried himself to the hilt, letting me adjust. I whimpered at the fullness...the pain and pleasure are so intertwined I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“Breathe,” he murmured, his hand smoothing down my spine like he was soothing a wild animal. “Take me.”

I did. Exhaled shakily and pushed back at him.

That was all the permission he needed.

He pulled out almost to the tip and then slammed home. Hard. The sofa lurched forward an inch. I cried out. He did it again and again, going in deep, punishing strokes that slapped his skin against mine and shook the sofa.

His hand fisted in my hair, like an anchor. The other slid between us to find my c**t. He began rubbing me fast and in merciless circles while he f****d me like he was trying to imprint himself into my bones.

“You feel that?” he growled. “Feel how deep I am? No one else gets this. No one else gets you. No one can fulfill the desires that keep you awake at night."

“No one,” I gasped. “Only you...always you...”

He angled his hips and began hitting my G-spot with every thrust. The pressure built fast inside me...too fast. My second orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my walls clamping down on him in violent spasms. I screamed his name, and he snarled mine, his pace faltering for a second before he powered through it, f*****g me harder through my climax.

He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. He spun me around and lifted me back onto the desk. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. He lined up and thrust back in, entering inside me deeper this time as we were positioned face-to-face, and his eyes locked on mine.

His mouth found mine again in a messy, desperate, teeth-clashing kiss. I tasted salt immediately when I kissed him. It is either sweat or maybe tears. His hands roamed everywhere...my breasts, waist, and ass, gripping and kneading me. I raked my nails down his back hard enough to draw blood; he hissed and thrust deeper.

“Come again, solnyshko,” he demanded against my lips. “Come on my c**k while I fill you. You wanted me, you wanted this.”

I was already close. But his thumb found my c**t again, and he started pressing, rolling my p***y lips. I shattered a third time, while crying out so loudly my throat went raw. He followed immediately, his hips stuttering, as he buries himself as deep as possible; he releases his hot and thick c*m inside me, groaning my name like a prayer and a curse.

We stayed locked together, panting, trembling. His forehead dropped to mine. For long seconds the only sound that could be heard was our ragged breathing and the faint tick of the wall clock.

Then he kissed me, softly and slowly.

“I love you,” I whispered, the words torn out from me like they’d been locked behind my ribs for years. “I’ve loved you since the day you looked at me like I was all that you had. And I might sound like a fool, but I don’t care anymore.”

I cupped his face, thumbs brushing the sharp line of his cheekbones. Take me as yours; let's stop running from our feelings."

He laughed and kissed me again.

We weren’t finished.

Not even close.

After the desk, Viktor carried me back to the leather sofa in the corner of his office again. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, his c**k still half-hard inside me, moving in and out with the movement. He sat with me straddling him, his hands gripping my hips like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go.

His mouth mapped every inch of my throat, my collarbone, and the swell of my breasts. He sucked bruises into the soft skin above my heart, murmuring filthy Russian against my skin that I only half-understood but felt in my bones.

Not knowing that in a few hours after the most mind-blowing s*x, I would be fleeing from him and this place that brought me joy for three years.