Ruthless Mafia King: A Dark Bratva Arranged Marriage Romance
Ruthless Mafia King: Chapter 22

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I growl against her lips. “Once you’re mine, there’s no turning back. Do you understand?”

I need to hear her say it.

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice shaky.

I dip my head and slide my tongue against the seam of her lips, pressing them open. She gasps and lets me in willingly. Her body melts into mine, soft and pliant. But she’s trembling.

“Don’t be scared, serdtse. I’ll make it good for you,” I murmur against her lips, feeling her relax. Her breasts are flush against my chest, her nipples beading through her bra. A delicious shiver racks her body as I tug at her dress, dragging the silk over her head and letting it drop to the floor.

Our lips crash again.

With a growl, I lift her off the chair and put her onto the bed. She scoots backward as I place my hands on each side of her face. My body is on top of hers, the soft material of my shirt and pants rubbing against her hardened nipples.

Katarina throws her head back, inviting me to take more. As if there was any other option. My mouth draws a path from her jawline down her neck and further to the valley of her breasts. Without a thought, I unhook her bra and rip it off.

Her pink pearls peek up at me, inviting me for a feast.

This time, I’ll take it.

She’s all in.

And so am I.

“Nikolai,” she whimpers. Her hips buck when my warm tongue twirls around a rigid bud. She tastes exactly how I imagined, sweet and delicious. And I won’t stop until I’ve had both.

But it’s not enough.

Without sparing another second, I get rid of my shirt, ripping the buttons in the process. Katarina’s eyes light up at the sight of my naked chest.

“Like what you see?” I smirk and bend down to tug down her panties. I’m so caught up in the moment that I shred them. Katarina’s full, luscious lips are parted, her tongue wetting the inner flesh.

“Do you like what you see?” she asks me, grinning.

“You have no idea,” I reply, raking my eyes down her tight body. Smooth skin, perky, full breasts, and the most beautiful pink pussy I’ve ever seen. I’m willing to bet my entire fortune that it tastes sweet.

Katarina spreads her legs, allowing me to get a long look at her. She’s freshly shaved, as if she planned on asking me to stay. Her red clit’s practically screaming at me to lick it. As if she can read my thoughts, a desperate look fills her green eyes. It will probably be the closest thing to begging I’ll ever get from her.

For now, at least.

While my main focus is on the dessert between her legs, my mouth follows its original journey. I leave a trail of hot kisses along her stomach, up to her breasts. I can tell Katarina likes it when I don’t go easy on her. It’s the slightest tightening of my hands and the smallest bites of pain. That’s all it takes.

“I thought you wanted it fast, hard, and rough,” Katarina breathes, challenging me again. “Or were you exaggerating?”

My eyes meet hers. She likes the game, likes testing me, trying to lower my defenses.

But what Katarina doesn’t understand is that she’s the one who has nothing left to fight me with. She can try all she wants, but I’ve spent a long time studying her. I watched her long before I took her.

My fingers find her clit, swollen and slick with her arousal. I rub the pad of my finger over it. She whimpers, rocking her hips and grinding against me. I love watching her reaction, her eyes lighting up, and her fingernails digging into the soft skin of my neck.

“I can’t wait to fuck you. To feel you squeeze my cock.”

I swirl my finger around her tight entrance, and her juices coat my fingers. “I’ll be everything you need me to be, Katarina. Fulfill every last fantasy you have, dirty or sweet. Just tell me what you want.”

“I want to feel you inside me now. Fuck me, Nik,” she groans, and her impatient tone amuses me.

“Where are your manners?” I smirk, tilting my head to the side as I start drawing small circles against her sensitive folds.

“Please,” Katarina adds as a moan rips through her throat. “I’m begging you.”

It should be enough. It’s what I wanted. But now that she’s caved, I want more. I want her to confess to every last one of her fantasies.

“What’s the magic word again?” I push, leaning in to drag my teeth up to her chest.

“Fuck!” Katarina moans. “Don’t be an asshole, Nik. Either fuck me or get out of here!”

To get her point across, she reaches for my belt and unbuckles my pants. Then she tries to pull them off. I straighten and do it for her. She fixes her eyes on my bulge.

“Do you want to touch my cock?” I ask. I wait for an answer, but she merely nods. “How badly?”

“Badly,” she whispers.

To prove my point, I pull my boxer briefs down and take a step closer. My cock is now level with her eyes.

“Take what’s yours,” I order.

Her large, green eyes meet mine as she leans her head down and licks my tip. A groan escapes me, a silent curse leaving my lips. I won’t last a minute like this. I grip her wrists, pulling her up to my chest. Katarina gasps in surprise as I cup the back of her head, drawing her against me.

“You’re a fucking tease,” she complains.

I press my mouth against hers, running my tongue against her bottom lip, and she parts for me, letting me in. I release her arms, my hands going to her hips.

“I want your pussy first,” I growl, and she kisses me with the same urgency I’m kissing her with.

Her nails rake down my back and settle onto my shoulders. Finally, she breaks away.

I’m no longer able to think clearly. Not with her right there, my hands gripping her ass. I grab her bottom tighter and draw her close, my cock grinding against her stomach.

“You can fuck me however you like, just please do it already.”

So impatient.

“I won’t just fuck you, serdtse. I’ll ruin you for any other man.”

Her green eyes darken, and her breathing grows shallower. Her hips buck at the feeling of my cock brushing the folds of her slick cunt. She likes it, far more than she’s willing to admit.

The smile is gone from my face. My lips are on the smooth skin of her neck, and the warmth of her body presses against me. She sucks in a harsh breath as I swipe my tongue along the side of her neck and bite down. It’s time to leave my mark. A shivering gasp escapes her, her nails digging into the flesh of my back.

I reach between us, grab my shaft, and glide it against her slit.

“All good?” I question, needing to make sure she’s okay.

She nods, and I shift us toward the center of the bed. Once Katarina lies with her back on the soft sheets, I dip my head down and draw one of her hard nipples into my mouth.

“Be a good girl,” I tell her. “Open your legs for me.”

Her hips buck up, her legs spreading wider. I position myself between them, my own body making sure that she stays open for me.

As our tongues play, I glide the tip of my cock along her entrance. I groan in approval, finding her wet and ready for me. Without any resistance, I slide in as deep as her tightness allows me to. I stay still once the fullness reaches its peak, taking a moment to appreciate the blissfully addictive feeling.

“Nik, you’re too big,” she grunts when I draw back and thrust in.

I start sliding a few inches out, but she wraps her legs around me tighter.

“Don’t you dare pull away,” she snaps, lifting her hips. I thrust back into her and continue slowly until she has gotten used to my size. I grab the back of her knees, then I push her legs back, opening her even wider.

I continue rocking into her, an animalistic groan escaping my lips.

Her wet cunt clenches around me, her soft whimpers driving me to claim more.

The rhythm increases until we’re fucking faster, harder. The only thing I hear is our moans and the soft slapping sound of our bodies as they touch.

And now, she’s mine.

Katarina sinks her nails into my ass, pulling me closer. Her expression is one of lust and desire. She’s in this just as much as I am.

“Come for me, serdtse,” I breathe against her mouth. “I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”

She whimpers, letting me take complete control. Her face is flushed, and her breaths are sharp and jagged.

“Say my name,” I groan.

My grunt echoes against her chest, and the wetness of her pussy takes me over as I thrust into her with all my might.

“Nikolai!” she moans.

Fuck.

It’s heavenly.

I grip her harder as I begin to feel her getting tighter. I need to know what she’s like when she comes.

“You are perfect, my little vixen,” I growl as I feel her pussy contracting around my cock in long, tight convulsions.

Her teeth find my ear, but it’s as if I get another rush of pure adrenaline through my veins. I wrap my hands around her, holding her tight and roaring her name as my orgasm tears through me like a tornado, leaving me breathless and feeling spent in the best way.

I claim her mouth again, and all I know is the taste of her tongue, her lips, her everything. I can’t help but take it from her. My arms curl around her thighs, bringing her impossibly closer to me. Her nails sting my skin as she drags them down my back. We part, and I rub my nose against hers, wishing to prolong this closeness for a bit longer.

“That was⁠—”

“Hot? Earth-shattering? Mind-blowing?” I finish her sentence. “It was my pleasure.”

“Arrogant asshole.” Katarina laughs. Then she suddenly moves away from me, and her mood inexplicably changes.

“It’s time for you to go.”

“What?” I fold my hands behind my head, confused at the shift. “I think I’ll stay a bit longer.”

“This was a one-time-only thing. You said you’d do what I wanted.”

“I told you that I’d fuck you and fulfill your fantasies,” I tell her. “And I told you that there’s no going back. Now I just need a moment of rest.”

“No. We’re done.”

“We’ll never be done, serdtse. You’re mine now. You might as well give in and let me spoil you.”

Katarina narrows her eyes at me. Though she doesn’t climb into my arms, she does lie down on the side of the bed as far from me as she can.

I’m patient.

I’ll give her the time she needs.