Tarnished Tyrant - A Mafia Romance

up and starts unb

he says. "Tell me y

and help him peel my jeans down my leg

" I s

s hands on their skin and tell him to stop? I can't imagine a

on the small counter. But I'm so fixated watching him unzip his pants and pull

sing himself against my entrance, "I'm going to fuck you unti

sputtering like a fish on

mbling. I know that all my problems will

now, I'm f

ke the most of i

around his neck

inside of me. I tip my head ba

be tight," Nik

you'd

n at me. "Maybe you do know all t

usts back into me, and just like that,

e with one savage thrust after another. Then he slides his hand between us again

God,"

?" he asks, hi

oo busy falling to pieces i

like tha

languishing over the double L... It'

s. "Tell me what you

like... all of i

faster now, flicking and mas

h. You need to tell me

g up higher and higher, a

to come,

hilt. "Then do it. Come

the love

br

clouds after a rainstorm. It happens sudden

ing and releasing. Cries of

g my shouts until I'm limp against him. My body

. it didn't ha

the same thumb that sent me over the

m facing the mirror, Nikolai floating like a golden angel

s open. I lean forward, taking him deepe

ssengers are sitting mere feet away with just a rickety plastic door between

ne, pounded out of me by t

hear us,"

o me harder. "I want this whol

sed to admit it. Then again, I'm bent over a sink in fr

he mirror. "First t

corner of the sink. I'm still trying to get situated when

," I moan.

" he b

never been touched. My thighs start to quiver and before I can

he last. My muscles contract, my body

e handsome strange

thrusts fade little by little until there's just the whi

my leg down and stand up. Warnin

done? Who

He could be a married murderer. Niko

exed out of me starts to creep

e of my legs, the evidence of what w

hes for the door handle. "Get d

n my jeans. Whatever boldness had briefly possesse

ed my lipstick in the mirror and s

me point while we were in there, the seatbelt light turned off. An older woman with curly gray hair is wa

n he reaches his seat, I nearly follow him,

up at me and offer a smile or a wave. Some kind of rec

doesn't

, I'm not desperate enough to embarra

walking

has her legs curled up underneath her and her head resting on her fold

I shake my head and d

t he looks farther away than ever. If it wasn't for the

e Handsome Stranger to fade away like a d

that happened next wou