Cruel Paradise - A Mafia Romance Chapter 19

RUSLAN

Her eyes widen more and she gulps. The women I usually bring here are all over me the second the elevator doors shut; sometimes, I’m bored even before the sex begins. She’s definitely not what I’m used to.

Maybe that’s why my cock is already straining hard against my pants.

Emma’s eyes keep flitting from side to side without focusing on anything. She’s standing just out of reach in front of me, the vein in her forehead throbbing softly.

“Emma.” Her eyes snap up to mine. “Take a deep breath.” The fact that she follows my orders instantly is a massive turn-on. “Good girl. Do you need another drink?” “I’m okay.”

I nod. “Now, remember: I’ve already heard you come. More than once, actually.”

Her throat bobs with another swallow. “You listened to that message again?”

“I listened to it quite a few times.” I can still see her forehead vein, but it’s not throbbing quite as much. “Whether you realize it or not, you know how to put on a show.”

Every time she blushes, I feel the need to make her blush again. And again. And again. It’s become a private little game for me. I win every single time.

She runs her tongue along her bottom lip. I’m not sure she’s aware just how many different urges I’m fighting off right now. The caveman in me wants to rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless in every conceivable position known to man. But I haven’t honed my sense of discipline for nothing and Ms. Carson needs to be handled carefully.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she murmurs shyly.

“I enjoyed it so much that I had a special contract drawn up just for you.”

She exhales. Her shoulders relax and the anxious vein disappears altogether. I lean back in the chair and lift my glass to her. “Take your blouse off. Slowly.”

She hesitates only for a second before she pulls the blouse up over her head. She removes it a little too fast, but the sight of her high, full breasts peeking out of the half-cup bra she’s wearing more than makes up for it.

I clench my jaw, greedy for the plump nipples that are practically poking through the thin fabric of her lacy black bra. Savor it…

“Now, the skirt.”

She reaches her hands back and unzips herself. This time, she makes eye contact with me the whole time. Once she pushes the skirt over her hips, it falls to the floor. She steps out of it, another blush reddening her cheeks.

Well, fuck me.

Who knew that my prudish little assistant was hiding that body underneath those billowing silk blouses and pencil skirts? Not that I didn’t know she had a great figure, but I certainly wasn’t expecting the tantalizing curves that are officially making my mouth water. Soft lines accentuate her firm stomach and lead to the patch of skin covered from view…

For now.

The waistband of her G-string is pulled up, highlighting the sharpness of her hip bones. My gaze travels back to the little triangle of fabric that’s covering her mound, and for just a moment, I hear myself think, Fuck restraint.

She doesn’t wait for any more instructions. She unhooks her bra and pulls it off her shoulders, bearing those pert, juicy breasts. Her nipples are hard and I’m willing to bet that if I slide a finger inside her right now, it’ll come back wet.

“Fuck, kiska, you have the sexiest body I’ve ever seen.”

Her eyebrows arch. Surely this can’t be the first time she’s heard that? I don’t care enough to ask, though. I’m too distracted by the feast my eyes are dining on.

“Turn around.”

I’m close enough to see her eyes dilate at the command. Then she turns and my cock jumps hungrily at the sight of her perfectly round ass. It’s a fucking work of art. I actually wince from the effort of not coming.

My muscles tighten as she bends over, sliding the negligible bit of fabric down her slim thighs. She reaches her ankles and her smooth pussy winks at me between those ripe, pink cheeks. I start to feel cracks skittering on the surface of my steely sense of control.

She straightens back up and glances at me over her shoulder. Just that motion alone tosses her dark hair over her shoulders. What makes it even more potent is how innocently oblivious she is to her own seductive power.

“Can I turn around now?”

Fuck, when has she ever been this deferential? This temptingly compliant?

“No.” My voice is gravelly with need. “Lie down on the bed.”

I watch her walk away, amused and entranced by the fact that her cheeks blush at both ends. She approaches the bed and lies down on her back with her feet hanging off the edge.

I grab a chair and move it toward her. Far enough away so she can writhe all she wants… but close enough that I won’t miss a thing.

“What a good girl you are.” Her limbs tremble as she sucks in a sharp breath. “Spread your legs for me.”

I can see the moisture pooling between her pussy lips. I grind my teeth and resist the urge to slide my fingers inside her.

“Now—touch yourself.”

Goosebumps erupt over her arms as her right hand settles between her legs. Using two fingers, she starts rubbing her clit in slow circles. I watch the dangerously hypnotic movement, enjoying the way her body is spread before me.

Mine for the taking.

Eventually.

Slowly, the tension starts to leave her body. Her jaw relaxes, her eyes roll, and a soft little moan escapes through those sinful lips of hers.

“What are you thinking about right now?”

She bites her bottom lip, stifling a moan in the process. “Y-you,” she gasps.

“What about me?”

“I’m imagining your cock… what it’ll feel like i-inside…ahh—”

Another moan. A flutter of her lashes. Her fingers start moving faster over her clit.

Something primal and possessive shifts inside of me. The thought that any other man might have seen her like this… the thought that some other man one day might see her like this… It makes me want to mark her so that she’ll always remember exactly who she belongs to.

But mostly, it’s a hunger to let every other man out there know that this woman is off-fucking-limits.

I remind myself of the contract. Her cleanly slanted signature on several different pages. As long as that contract is in play, I don’t need to worry about other men. She belongs to me and me alone.

“Yes, baby. Keep going. Faster.”

“Touch me,” she begs as her voice hitches up a few notes. “Please.”

I shake my head slowly. “You’ll have to work for that. My touch is not easily earned.”

She whimpers, her bottom lip trembling frantically. “R-Ruslan…”