Owned by the Mob Boss (10 page)

Why did I care if she was? I’d just buy her a new one. Two even.

But she didn’t say anything. She removed the torn tank top and then eased my shirt off me too, her soft hands pressing against my shoulders down my biceps to my wrists. I hissed through my teeth as her nails scraped against my nipples and then down my abs.

I wanted to touch and explore her body, but the way she was making me feel had me giving over a little bit of control. I allowed her to force me onto my back, but only because she was kissing down the center line of my torso, her fingers exploring the ridges of my abs.

“Very nice,” she murmured. She stood on the bed and wiggled out of her undies. Man, that was sexy. Her legs were long and toned, and when she twisted to the side to toss her undies onto the floor, I caught a glimpse of her ass, and man, what an ass!

As much as I loved the strip tease, I couldn’t remain lying down and sitting back and letting her touch me while I wasn’t touching her back. I bolted up and stood and gently tackled her down on the bed, pinning her there. She squirmed beneath me, rubbing herself against me, but I maneuvered slightly so that she wasn’t able to get any pleasure from rubbing against my cock. I needed to calm down before she drove me too crazy.

I’m in control. I am.

I wished she had allowed me to strip her naked, but that didn’t matter. There would be plenty of time for that later. All that mattered was that I could see her naked body, and it was glorious. Firm, full breasts, flat stomach, shaved pussy.

But while she was now completely naked, I still wasn’t. My boxer briefs were so tight across my cock right now. It was twitching, ready to be free. Ready to be inside of her.

Her gaze dropped to check me out, and she blushed. She blushed! A part of me wanted to laugh at that, but another part of me was intrigued. She wasn’t a virgin—she’d already told me that. And while she knew how to tease me, how to make me moan, she was still an innocent in a way.

And even though she was innocent to some extent, she still wanted to play my game.

Fuck. That was hot as hell. Even hotter.

“May I?” she asked, her voice a throaty whisper. She reached for my boxer briefs then hesitated.

I nodded and couldn’t help closing my eyes as she slowly lowered them. My cock stood at attention once freed, and she removed my boxer briefs completely before gingerly touching me.

Gingerly? Come on now.

“I’m not gonna bite,” I spat out, eyes still closed.

She wrapped one hand around my cock and slid up and down the shaft. Fuck me, she knew a whole different kind of torture. Slow but not too slow and just the right amount of pressure.

“So big and thick,” she murmured appreciatively.

My eyes opened, and I took in the wonder of her gaze. “You like?” I asked with a cocky grin.

She leaned down and licked the head of my cock. Some pre-cum seeped out. Fuck. Me.

“I like.” She sat back, staring at me, eyes wide.

“I wanna fuck you,” I said. Right now. Right this very second.

Rachel giggled. “I think that’s the idea.” She brushed her hair back so that her long neck was visible.

“I wanna fuck your tits. I wanna fuck your mouth. I wanna fuck your pussy.” And right the fuck now.

“Which first?” she asked coyly.

What did she just say? Did I hear her right?

I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to me. She sat on my lap, rubbing my cock against herself, and our hands explored each other’s bodies. As much as I desperately wanted her, I wasn’t ready for this to end. Not yet. Even though I knew I would be having her again, and soon, I still wanted to delay the payoff. I wanted to enjoy every second of this.

Her tits weren’t the biggest I’d ever played with, but I loved how she responded when I tweaked her nipples. Rachel would throw her head back, moan, eyes closed, writhing around…and she tweaked my nipples right back. She didn’t just want to take, she wanted to give too, and damn, could she give. Damn, damn, damn!

As much as I loved her rubbing against me, I pulled away and lay her down on her stomach. My hands rubbed up and down her back, massaging her, and I may have slapped her ass once or twice.

She wiggled that ass, lifting it higher and higher into the air, and I reached my hand forward to insert a finger inside of her. Rachel jerked and then relaxed, rocking back and forth, fucking my finger more than letting me finger-fuck her. I let her do her thing until I could tell she was on the brink. Then I pulled out. Evil of me, I knew, but I did it all the same.

Rachel groaned and pounded her fists onto the bed, and I laughed.

“Don’t worry.” I whispered the promise as I tickled my fingers down her back. “You’ll get yours.”

I flipped her over, and instead of running my hands over her body, I explored every inch with my mouth and lips. She was so sensitive, squirming, and moaning and gripping the covers that I had to keep playing with her—a spot on the left side of her neck, her nipples, along her sides…and down lower.

As much as she hated it, I skipped her most sensitive spots and kissed up and down her spread legs. She wiggled and squirmed some more, especially when I neared her pussy, but still I didn’t give into her. It didn’t surprise me at all when her hands reached down to alleviate some of the tension I was building up inside of her, not that I would allow that. I nearly swatted her hands away.

“No,” I growled firmly.

“Then help,” she pleaded, almost whimpering. “Please.”

Those singular words told me I was torturing her, and I was glad for that, but I was also torturing myself too. Her body was a work of art, and damn it all, if I didn’t want to help myself to her, to all of her.

I backtracked and slid backward until I was off the bed. As soon as I was standing, I gently pulled on her legs until she was up against me, my cock pressed up right against her opening. It was taking all of my self-control to not bury myself deep inside of her this fucking moment.

“Ready?” I growled out the question. I was more than willing, and from the wetness rubbing against her slick folds, I already knew she was ready and willing too.

So I didn’t wait for her to respond. I just rammed into her. She gasped, the sound both startled and excited, and maybe relieved too. Then she closed her eyes as I thrust in and out a few times.

When Rachel kept her eyes closed, I shook my head and slowed my pacing until I stopped. I leaned down over her. “Open…” I thrust hard. “Your…” I pulled almost all the way out. “Eyes.” I rammed back in, deep and far.

Her eyes opened, and she reached up and touched my face. “You too,” she demanded softly.

I hadn’t even realized I had closed them. Too caught up in the moment, I guessed. What the hell was she doing to me?

With relish, I took my time, going slow and then fast and then slow again, ramming hard and then more gently. Having sex with eyes wide open was so fucking amazing. I could see just how close Rachel was to coming, and I would stall, hoping that the longer build up would make her eventual orgasm that much stronger.

A few times, I brought myself to the brink, and I would halt, not moving, not wanting to give in, not just yet. As far as I could tell, she hadn’t orgasmed yet either, but that would come. I would make certain of it.

All of a sudden, right after one of the times when I halted, she sat up and wrapped her arms around me. I slid my fingers under her ass and picked her up, still going at it. I didn’t bother to find a wall to brace ourselves against, just shifted her up and down on my length, again and again, and holy fuck if I didn’t stop now…

I didn’t stop.

I came.

And I made sure to keep my eyes open.

A second later, she tilted her head back but then leaned forward, pressing her forehead to mine, her eyes open as she moaned, her words too breathless for me to make out. The look in her eyes…I could see how much pleasure I was giving her, and that only served to increase my own pleasure. Her walls squeezed me hard as she came too, massaging my cock, and I finished empting myself deep inside of her.

I had had sex before without a condom, but I never came inside a woman before. Previously, I had pulled out and let the woman blow me to finish. But this, this giving of myself, this wanting to have a child…but it was also wanting to feel every bit of her inside and out—it wasn’t like anything I had ever anticipated.

Yes, this was just a business transaction, but holy hell, the sex had ended up being far hotter than I had had in a long time. Rachel had been a wildcat, incredibly responsive, and surprisingly lovely too. Sex with eyes open…I’d never done that before, but I was more than willing to do it again, with her.

In my world, not a lot of things were certain—the least of which dealt with that bastard Vanya Golovkin, finding him and serving him by revenge—but there was one thing I was completely certain about and that was that I would be enjoying this arrangement for as long as it lasted.

Rachel

My heart was still beating frantically, and I couldn’t think of anything to say. My throat was a little sore from all the moaning and screaming. I couldn’t help myself. I had never been a screamer before, but when you had mind-blowing sex…

Here I was, still embraced in Ivan’s arms, my legs wrapped around his torso, as he stood in the middle of his room where he just had sex upright, a first for me—Ivan Kovalsky, the mob boss.

And my business partner to some extent.

I knew I shouldn’t enjoy the sex as much as I had, but sex with Ivan was nothing like I had ever experienced before.

And this was just the start. Our first time together. First of many yet to come.

I had been worried that he wouldn’t be a tender or kind man in bed, that he wouldn’t care if I orgasmed or not. And considering I came so close several times and then he pulled back so I wouldn’t…I thought he was evil and wicked and purposely torturing me. But all of that teasing had resulted in the strongest orgasm I ever had. So incredible. I already wanted more.

Compared to my ex-boyfriend… there was no comparison. Not at all.

Oh God, this was both wonderful and terrible. He was going to ruin me for all other guys because once I gave him a son, this would all be over and no more of the hottest sex ever. I’d have to start experimenting with sex toys or something. I wondered if Ivan would be opposed to us using sex toys.

Maybe this business arrangement wouldn’t be so terrible after all. I still had some reservations about the whole thing, but at least the sex part was amazing. Thank God for that. It did make things less awkward.

He easily carried me over to the bed and bent down to lower me on top of it. Only then did he slip himself out of me. His cum oozed from between my legs. Messy but hot. I’d never had sex without a condom before, and a secret thrill ran through me. It felt so naughty to be doing this. In a way, I was being paid for sex, and it should feel tainted, but right now, I wasn’t thinking about the money. I was more wrapped up in how my body was feeling, and I felt so deliciously sore in all the right places.

A wave of sexual exhaustion rolled through me, but I lifted onto my arms to sit up and stare at him. God, he was hot, with that bad boy edge. He hadn’t been a boy in bed, though. He had been so dominating and controlling and manly…just what I needed.

“Regretting your contract with me?” I asked teasingly, almost too tired to smile at him.

But then a ribbon of fear cut through me. What if it hadn’t been as good for him as it had been for me? What if he fired me, ripped up the contract, threw me out, took away the nurse he sent to take care of my mom while I was away.

Without a word, Ivan turned his back to me. I hadn’t realized that I had clawed him. There were a few faint scratches on his back. I had been so caught up in the heat of the moment. He hadn’t complained any, and he had seemed to like what I had been doing to him, but what if it had just been an act? I couldn’t read his facial expression, and the knot in my stomach grew tighter and tighter the longer he kept his silence.

He picked up his ruined shirt and twisted it into a ball. He still wasn’t wearing any clothes. Some starlight filtered through the window, giving him a halo. The way the light hit against his muscles…wow. Russian god was right.

Why did he have to be a mob boss too? Then again, if he hadn’t been, we never would’ve gotten together. Not that I could be certain that he and I would never have met. My best friend had dated one of his men.

Slowly, he turned around to face me, his movement deliberate, controlled. “Are you regretting it?” he asked, his voice low and deep and…worried? That couldn’t be right. He had nothing to be worried about. His sexual expertise couldn’t be denied. How many women had he slept with to become such a sexual god? Not that I was complaining. I would just reap the benefit of his long hours of practice over the years.

Was I regretting it? How could he ask that?

“No,” I said too quickly, shaking my head emphatically.

He laughed, the sound tickling me and making me squeeze my legs together tight. “Good. Get some rest.”

Oh. So he was leaving already. Of course. He wasn’t going to be the cuddling kind. I couldn’t forget who he was, what his job was. I couldn’t risk actually falling for him. Not that I knew much about him outside of his amazing skills in the bedroom.

Wow. One romp under the sheets—well, standing up near the bed and not actually on it—and this guy had me tied up in knots. I had to be more careful. I had to guard myself. I couldn’t risk forgetting my place. He was paying me. This was a job. Nothing more.

Ivan nodded at me, and I nodded back, and then he left, quietly closing the door behind him.

Sighing with contentment, I stretched out on the bed, relishing in my sore muscles. Not bothering to get dressed, I fell asleep quickly.

Just like earlier that night, the sound of the door opening woke me, and again, Ivan was standing in the doorway. I sat up, heart pounding. Round two? Already?

I sure wasn’t going to complain about that!

Gauging by the amount of light coming in from the windows, it was just before dawn, but any bit of tiredness melted away as Ivan closed the door with his foot and locked it. The click echoed in the room, and so did his footsteps as he stalked toward the bed. His gaze raked over me, taking in my nakedness.

“Ready for me, I see,” he said, his tone low and husky.

I nodded, too dazed to speak. This man affected me both powerfully and physically.

Yes, physically. That would only ever be the extent of our relationship. I had to always keep that in mind.
Just a uterus. That’s all I am to him.
But if that was the case, why had he done everything in his power to make me have the best orgasm ever?

“I think I like the idea of you being naked in your room at all times,” he said, his every word sending a jolt through me. He stood before me, his fingers trailing seductively up my thigh and then from my shoulder down my arm.

“I think I would like the idea of you being naked when you’re in my room with me.”

I grinned at him. There was something so freeing about this—about knowing exactly where I stood with him. We were together for one purpose. I didn’t have to worry about romance. I didn’t have to worry that one of us cared more about the other—like Sam, my ex-boyfriend, who came out of nowhere and proposed way before I was ready for that kind of commitment. And I didn’t have to worry about anything other than having a good time in the sheets.

And I was so ready for another good time. He was too, his bulge big and thick and just looking at it had me wanting to spread my legs, to let him have his way with me.

“You liked earlier?” he asked, leaning down so his body was inches from mine. The heat radiating from his body left me panting. He had hardly touched me, and I was already putty.

“Yes.” I nodded several times. Liked was an understatement. It had been so amazing.

“Good.” His grin was slow and sexy. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes,” I repeated, trying to hide my desperation.

“Even better.” His smile grew even wider. “Are you willing to let me have my way with you?”

A delicious thrill shot straight to my core. What exactly did he mean?
Have my way with you.
Whatever it meant, I was ready and willing.

“Yes,” I whispered. I could feel myself grow wet.

Ivan took a step back, his face a chiseled mask of gorgeous beauty. “Strip me,” he demanded, his tone suggesting I better move heaven and earth to comply.

So he wanted to order me around. I could handle that. I had a feeling that wasn’t going to be many things I would deny him.

I sat up then got on all fours and crawled over to him, kneeling to be able to reach his shirt. I pulled it up over his head and leaned forward to lick one of his nipples but then hung back before my tongue could touch his skin. If he wanted to give me orders, it might be better to ask for permission or to see if he would tell me to do that.

Screw that. I wasn’t gonna ask for permission.

My tongue flicked over one nipple and then the other one.

He inhaled sharply, and I grinned as I worked on his belt. I liked that I was keeping him on his toes. The belt was finely crafted. Never thought about belts being expensive, but this one obviously was. Ivan had money, and everything about him showed his wealth, power, and prestige. Even with him half naked. For a moment, I took in the sight of him, especially below the belt. His pants were tented already, and I wanted to touch his cock, to feel it, to lick it.

I unbuttoned his slacks and unzipped them. My hands didn’t shake as I pushed his pants and boxer briefs down below his ass. I wanted to reach around and grab that ass, but I thought it might be better to behave myself, so I instead leaned forward to push his clothes down more, which brought my mouth closer to his cock. Screw behaving.

But before my lips could come in contact with his cock, he pulled back so suddenly that I had to grab onto the bed to prevent myself from falling over. In a quick, clearly practiced move, he stepped out of and kicked off his pants and boxer briefs, his cock sticking straight out, pointing at me.

“Now what?” I asked him eagerly. I brushed my hair back over my shoulder. This confidence I felt was amazing. I hadn’t had a ton of lovers myself, and the first couple of times Sam and I had sex, I had been so nervous that I hadn’t been able to come. In all the times we had been together, I had only orgasmed a handful of times. Just another one of the several reasons I couldn’t say yes when he proposed. Maybe I had been too afraid to let go, to enjoy myself with Sam, but with Ivan, everything was different. It probably was because I didn’t have an emotional attachment to him. We were together to have sex, plain and simple, and that was that. While I did have a slight worry that I had to impress him, I felt like I had already passed that test and measured up to his expectations, and now I could be feel free to do whatever I wanted.

Or whatever
he
wanted.

Then again, maybe I should be a lot more worried about impressing Ivan than I ever had with Sam. If Ivan grew bored of me, what if he decided to find someone else to give him an heir? I figured his timeline to have one had to be short or else he wouldn’t be willing to pay two million dollars, but he also struck me as the kind of guy who wanted everything to be perfect. He wanted results and now, and he wasn’t going to settle for just anyone, and he would definitely want to be pleasured if he was spending that kind of cash.

If I didn’t keep him happy in the bedroom, he might kick me out, and that realization made any remaining glow from earlier fade away. I crossed my arms over my chest, huddling into myself, like a turtle retreating inside of her shell.

Ivan frowned, and I knew that being scared wasn’t an option, so I uncrossed my arms and thrust out my chest toward him. “Now what?” I asked again, doing my best to sound as confident as I had just felt a few moments ago.

I can do this. I can do whatever he wants in the bedroom. He’s paying me well enough that I can ensure the sex is good for him. Doesn’t matter if it’s good for me too. This is all about him.

“I don’t want you to say one word,” he said, eyeing me. My face. Not my chest.

I nodded. I could keep quiet, or try my hardest to. I tended to moan…a lot. I had turned into a screamer last night. But I had been a lot quieter with Sam. If Ivan wanted silence, I could manage.

He smirked, and I wondered if he figured I’d have a hard time keeping quiet with him. I hadn’t realized at first just how loud I had been last night, too caught up in the moment, but then right when my orgasm hit, I lost control. He had pushed me over the edge, off the cliff, and screaming had been the only way I could let loose and be free.