Cruel Paradise - A Mafia Romance Chapter 20

The faster she moves her fingers over her clit, the more her plump breasts bounce. Her dark hair fans out across my Egyptian cotton sheets, a stark contrast to the immaculate white. She looks like a fucking painting come to life.

“Play with your nipples for me.”

Her free hand lands on her right breast and she starts massaging it slowly, rolling the nipple between her fingers.

I grind my teeth hard enough to shatter them. “What a good little assistant you are. So fucking obedient. So fucking sexy…”

An unbridled moan flies out of her lips.

“Do you want to see how much I love what you’re doing?”

She nods emphatically. It takes me only seconds to strip off my shirt and free myself of my pants and boxers. I step around to the side and her eyes glide down the paths of my tattoos before they land on my cock. She lets out a strangled little moan that demands my full attention.

I wrap a palm around my shaft and start stroking myself. Emma pushes herself up on one elbow, her tongue snaking over her lips.

“You want my cock, baby?”

She nods. “So much.”

“It’s pretty big. You sure you can take it?”

She bites down hard on her bottom lip, rubbing her clit harder. “*Mhmm*.”

“Say it. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” she groans. “I can take it.”

I keep pumping my cock. I can feel the release build just at the tip, but I bury the urge through sheer force of will. I don’t plan on coming tonight. Not until I’ve made her come a dozen times over.

“Tell me what you want.”

Her eyes flare. The flush on her cheeks has traveled over her entire body. Is this the first time a man has ever asked her that question? Judging from the look on her face, it is. But I can’t be sure and it’s driving me fucking insane.

“Tell me,” I growl. “Tell me while your mouth is still empty.”

She swallows hard. And like the obedient woman she is, she doesn’t stop rubbing between her legs. “I want *that*. I want your—*ahh*—your cock in my mouth. I want your cock everywhere.”

I pump harder still. “Everywhere? Such a dirty little assistant.”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes.”

“What else?”

Every time her eyes flicker close, she forces them open again so she can meet my gaze. Shivers roll through her body every few seconds and her breathing grows more and more labored. “I-I want you to eat me out.”

“Mmm…”

“I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name.”

“What about *my* name?” I demand, moving just a little bit closer. I’m not sure I can hold out any longer. I *need* to fucking touch her.

Her eyes keep sliding down to my cock. “Y-your name?”

“Will you forget my name?” There’s a feral menace underlining the question.

“No,” she pants. “Never. N-not your name…”

“Good girl. Now, say it. Say my name while you come for me.”

“*Ruslan*!” Her voice trembles violently, her breasts shiver, and her fingers bear down on her gorgeous wet cunt. “*Fu-uuu-ck*!”

I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as her face when she comes.

Only after she’s had her release do her eyes close. As if it’s over. As if that would ever be enough to sate me…

“I think you’re forgetting something, Ms. Carson.”

The mention of her office name has her eyes flying open. Her mouth hitches up on one side. “What am I forgetting, Mr. Oryolov?”

*The little minx. She’s toying with me.*

“You’re here to service *my* needs. Not the other way around.”

She stretches her body along the bed with a breathy moan. “What can I do for you, sir?”

The question sets my body on fire. The answer to it is: *everything*. I’ve got an entire lifetime’s dirty fantasies ping-ponging inside my head. Picking which one is hard—pun fully intended—but I go with my basest instinct, unable to quiet the covetous throbbing of my cock.

“I want to fucking break you,” I growl.

Her eyes flash. Fear? Excitement? Anticipation? I don’t allow her to face me long enough to figure out which. Grabbing her by the hips, I twist her around, force her onto her stomach, and pull her hips to arch her delectable ass up to me. Her skin is as soft as my sheets and twice as luxurious. I can’t wait to mark her with my teeth, my fingers, my cum.

My hands smooth over her hips while my cock presses between her cheeks, lining up with her dripping slit. I can’t help myself—I tease us both, rubbing the swollen head up and down, nudging her clit and making both of us shudder.

She’s got fistfuls of bedsheets in each hand, her juicy ass pushing back against my cock. Eager little *kiska.*

I slap her ass. She yelps, jerking forward as my handprint glows against the pale pink blush of her skin.

Before she can recover from the slap, I grab her hips and thrust inside her. She makes a sound that’s half-moan, half-scream—and one hundred percent *mine.*

As for me… all the noise disappears. All the tension in my body dissolves. All the stress and duty that weighs heavy on my shoulders fades away into the background.

There’s just the *thwack* of skin on skin when I push harder, sink deeper, until every inch is buried inside her and I’m fucking *home*.

She’s so hot, so tight, so… fucking… perfect.

Emma may have gone limp on the bed, a mass of shivering, sobbing pleasure as I rock into her— but inside her sweet body, she’s on fire. I can feel her ripple tightly along my shaft; the naughty minx is already trying to milk my orgasm from me before I’ve even begun teaching her what a real fucking orgasm feels like.

I pull her onto me the same time I thrust inside her. Again and again and again, relishing the way her moans melt into grunts that melt into sobs of pleasure bubbling my name between her trembling lips.

This is what I want. What I *need*. I need her to feel me so fucking deep inside her gorgeous body that she’ll forget whatever else she’s experienced before me. I need her to take it so good, she’ll struggle to walk in the morning.

I feel her tighten on me and I grin. I grab her hips harder, pull her onto me deeper, and when I feel her tense on that sweet edge of oblivion, I seat myself balls deep inside her quivering pussy and slide my hands up to caress her sides.

“Come for me, baby.”

When she does, my eyes roll back in my head. Feeling her spasm on my cock, wild and wet and uncontrolled, tests every fiber of my self-control beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.

*Goddamn.*

I don’t wait for her to calm down through the final spasms—I pull out, roll her onto her back, and bury my cock back inside her. The swiftness makes her gasp and arch into me, and I wrap my arms around her back so I can taste those sweet nipples as I buck into her.