Ivory Ashes - A Mafia Romance

talk dirty. Tell me I'm beautiful. Hell, ca

only in passing for the last six months. Except now

back, my head lolling

ofessionalism that I am not in any way matching. He's

ed more. I reach down and grab his wrist. I'm pre

can, he pul

h the world's least-prepared, most-convincing argument for why he should always be inside of me, start

ped his pants. That's probably why he l

entering the atmosphere as Mikhail enters me. He p

s, I must have lost my filter. Sometime in th

ust the head of him

irdly, n

hips as he braces me. He holds me still a

ed," he rasps, slidin

, a record scratches. Mik

overwhelm processing the way he's stretching me. The way I've never been this full. The

the man I was s

y I thought tonigh

her at a new angle. I clamp down

over top of me, granite jaw clenched. His lower li

, I tighten arou

ingers are going numb. I send a silent thanks out to the editors of Cosmo for being a girl's

," he

where now. It's spreading. His entire expression

hail Novikov hovering over top of me is

what?"

weight pressing agains

m n

hat says he knows better.

likes to be in cont

ldn't be anyone's pawn," I remind

Before I can react or beg for forgiveness, Mikh

I'm in. He could leave me like this, aching and needy. I'd probably g

bing a fistful of his hair. "Are

ips wrapped around my clit, his tongue flicking at every

oesn't feel

into me again and I

s that I'm way too far gone to be embarrassed about. I pull on his hair and drive my heels into

ng at me as my legs tre

sticking up where I dug my fingers in. He is gloriou

ing instead. "Was t

s waist. His erection pushes against my opening. "I wanted

pent. Used up

in me to the hi

ashlights with the hand cranks. Every time Mikhail touches me, I light up. My lust

tness never-before-seen

my head because I'm not sure what to do wi

d to gather up my wrists. He hol

r. I don't even know

his head.

need to come right now. What could he possibly

loud or if Mikhail is as deep in my h

want to paint you like you're mine." He growls again, slams

asm taking hold. I drag my hand down the flat pla

we? Several more times. W

what he promised. I want

nt him to

mn of his throat strained as he driv

e fact that this is the best sex I've ever had in my life and he d

ond, I see him. The real him. The heat in hi

an inferno ragi

, it consu

ep inside of me. Distantly, I recognize what he's sayi

vi

op of me, his heavy weight pressing me comfortably into the mattress. Then he

e things I am, but I actually don't kno

im come b

g to marr

rove? I know far too well w

ound my head, circling until the warmth has lea

xt to me, his eyes closed. His brea

s he earn

what happens w

n my head. You should le

hat we did is sticky between my legs, sliding do

ean up. No time to ma