Cruel Paradise - A Mafia Romance Chapter 21

Not enough. It’s not enough. I feel her spasm again, hear her cries as I fuck her into oblivion while I feast on her delicious curves, feel her fingers tug my hair… and it’s not enough. I want more. I buck into her faster, burying my face in the curve of her neck to lick and suck and taste her glistening skin.

If it weren’t for the soundproof walls of this penthouse, I’d stand a very good chance of being suspected of murder. Emma is certainly not the quiet little dormouse she appears to be in the office.

In the bedroom, she’s a fucking storm.

Maybe that’s why I do something I never anticipated doing tonight—leaning down and capturing her lips with my own. Even in the middle of her falling to pieces, I sense her surprised gasp. She didn’t expect a kiss any more than I did.

But now that I’m tasting her, claiming her mouth, it feels so fucking right. She’s sweet and warm and soft. I swipe my tongue inside of her mouth, tasting her tasting me. She claws at my back as I continue to drive into her tight pussy. We’re a sweaty, entangled mess. Fused together head to toe.

For the briefest moment, it scratches the itch I have for more.

Then that moment passes. And I want more again.

Even as I reach the end of my tether and brace for my own release, I find myself still craving more. More of her, in different ways, in different places.

The contract. You have her twice a week for as long as you want.

It’s that thought that pushes me over the edge. I cling to her, muffling my roar against her neck, as I feel the orgasm rip through me and pour into her in a searing heat that makes her shudder her own final release around me.

Consistent, convenient, decent sex is what I’d been after with this little arrangement. But what I’ve got is great sex. The kind of sex that calms the mind and soothes the soul.

The kind of sex that makes a man feel invincible.

15

RUSLAN

She’s still lying naked across my bed when the phone rings. Kirill’s name flashes across the lockscreen, which makes me frown. He wouldn’t be calling at this time of the night unless there was something to report.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m at Alcazar and, buddy, you won’t believe who’s here.”

Emma turns over and the moonlight catches the curve of her ass. I lose myself imagining biting down on the perfect swell of her cheek, so I miss the next thing Kirill says.

“… was, uh, not the reaction I was expecting.”

Emma sighs as she stretches. She’s facedown on the bed, but the hint of her breast peeking out from under her arm threatens to distract me again. I sit up and turn away.

“I didn’t catch that last part.”

There’s a beat of silence. “Damn, is she still there?”

“Kirill.”

“Right. Not my business. What I said was, Adrik is here.”

My fist tightens around the phone and I sit up straight. “In my club?”

“Yup. Spoke to Venus. Apparently, he’s been here about an hour.”

“Is he causing trouble?”

“Nah. He and his entourage took one of the VIP booths on the balcony. Seems pretty innocent so far.”

I snort. “Nothing with that slippery fuck is innocent. Has he seen you?”

“Doubtful. I just got here.”

“Good. Keep your eyes on him. I’ll be there in fifteen.”

When I turn back around, Emma’s eyes are closed and a soft, half-formed smile is spreading on her face. I did tell her to make herself comfortable. But she’s looking a little too comfortable right now for my liking.

I grab her clothes off the floor and fling them onto the bed. “Get dressed.”

Her eyes blink open. “Huh? What? Right now?”

“Do I need to remind you of the rules of our contract?” I ask icily.

She grimaces and reaches for her clothes. “You and that contract,” she mumbles to herself as she pulls her panties back on.

My dick, which is exhausted after almost two hours of the most vigorous sex of my life, still lurches upward enthusiastically.

Emma notices and lets out a surprised little giggle. I silence it with a glare, then pull on my pants and zip myself up. “Quickly.”

She bends to put the skirt on and her hair curtains her face, hiding her expression. I have no idea if she’s resigned or irritated at the unceremonious end to this night. Not that I should even care either way…

“My driver will take you home.”

She glances at me, her lips parting. I wait for the question, but she just snaps her mouth shut and nods. She keeps to her corner of the elevator as we ride down.