Cruel Paradise - A Mafia Romance Chapter 82

“Like you want to take a bite out of me.”

I smile. “Funnily enough, that’s exactly what I was thinking.” I grip her chin with my fingers. “You’re mine now, Emma Carson.”

“I was already yours,” she whispers.

Those words rush straight down to my cock. She yelps as I scoop her up into my arms and carry her into the master bedroom. I throw her onto the bed and she bounces on the mattress until I steady her with one hand on her hip and another lightly banded across her throat. My lips find her neck first, then her chest, and she shudders when I use my teeth to rip off the buttons of her blouse.

At this rate, I’m gonna have to buy her a whole new wardrobe.

I don’t mind. It’s the perfect fucking excuse to spoil her rotten.

There are so many things I want to do for her. So many things I want to give her. Her pride would have said “no” before now. But once she’s carrying my child, it’ll be a whole different ball game.

My tongue lashes out over her breasts, circling her juicy nipples until they’re hard and pert. I suck on them as she bucks against me, nails digging into my back, then I kiss my way down her stomach while she writhes and whimpers. I peel her clothes off and lick her pussy until she’s dripping all over the sheets and then I haul myself back up, ready to fill her.

“You ready for me, kiska?”

She bites her lip. “Mhmm.”

“You want me to fuck a baby into you?” She nods, her eyes wide, all the blood gushing through her cheeks. I fist a handful of her hair. “Let me hear you say it.”

“I-I want your baby,” she moans as I rub the head of my cock along her drenched slit. “Fuck me, Ruslan. Please… I want your baby.”

I slip two fingers between those luscious lips and, while she’s sucking on them, I thrust myself inside her.

“Ahh!”

I pump hard from the get-go, silencing her moans with my fingers until she’s biting down on them. “Hm, my vicious little kiska. I’m gonna fill you up. I’m gonna cover you in my cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Her breasts bounce with the strength of my thrusts. “Y-yes,” she gasps. “Fuck yes. Fill me up. Fuck me good… yes, yes, YES!”

I fuck her harder, deeper, faster. Every moan out of her mouth makes my cock hungrier and greedier for more. Even when my lungs feel like they’re about to cave in on themselves, I keep pumping, spurred on by that sound of flesh on flesh. The thunder of my pelvis as it bears down against her slick pussy.

And the whole time, all I can see in my mind’s eye is her growing belly. The child that will come into existence because of this night, or tomorrow night, or a night like this one. I can’t wait to fuck her when she’s pregnant. Her breasts will be so much bigger, her stomach ripe with our baby. I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from coming.

Not yet, not yet…

“Fuck, Ruslan!” she screams. “I can’t take it anymore… fuck!”

“Oh, you can take it. That tight pussy of yours was made for me. Can you feel it?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Yes.”

“You want me to come inside you?”

“Yes, please… please…”

I bend down and swipe my tongue inside her ear. She bucks, her hips thrusting upwards into me.

“You’re mine now,” I growl. “All. Fucking. Mine.”

Even when she falls apart in my arms, I don’t stop fucking her. All I can think about is the child we’re going to make together. Once she’s pregnant, it’ll change everything. I can take care of her the way I was meant to. I can protect her. I can give her the life she deserves.

Once my baby’s in her belly, she’ll be tied to me forever. It’s the only excuse I’ll need to do this again and again.

Until then—I’m gonna savor every fucking moment of trying.

“Ruslan!” she gasps, jerking forward. “Please!”

“What are the magic words?” I snarl.

My hips feel like they’re going to give out at any second. Mind over matter. I will fuck her for as long as it takes.

“I’m yours!” she cries out. “All fucking yours!”

That’s all it takes for me to erupt.

57

EMMA

What did I come in here for?

Oh, that’s right—a last-minute appointment reschedule.

I can’t really remember who I was supposed to reschedule. I can barely hear myself think above the sound of Ruslan’s hips slamming hard against my ass as he fucks me for the fourth time today.

I’m just gonna say it: the sex is getting out of hand.

Which would be terrible if I didn’t enjoy it so damn much.

But really, it’s actually interfering with work now. Even my body has gotten conditioned to the new status quo at the office these days. Every time Ruslan asks for me, my pussy starts throbbing and I get wet. Half the time, I don’t even know what he wants. Doesn’t matter—I get wet anyway.

Of course, more often than not, even if it starts off as work, it ends up as sex.

In his chair.

Against his desk.

Up against the windows.

And it’s not just at work, either. If we’re not having sex at the penthouse, he sneaks into my apartment after the kids have gone to bed. He has to fuck me with his hand over my mouth because, as we’ve established before, I’m a screamer.

We almost got caught last weekend when Reagan had a bad dream and tried to inch into my room. Thankfully, I’d had the foresight to lock my door. Ruslan hid in my bathroom while Reagan crawled into my bed with a disgruntled look.

“Why was your door locked?”

“Um, I must've locked it by mistake, honey. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do it again,” she warned me solemnly with her eyebrows all scrunched up.

We laughed about that the next day—right before Ruslan forced me to my knees and made me swallow his cock. Of course, he’d followed that up by coming inside me. Because all sex now involves him coming inside me.

He is a caveman about it, too. If I so much as reach for a tissue, he gives me a stern glare and forces me to put my panties on instead.

“You can walk around all day with my cum dripping down your thighs. Don’t worry about cleaning up