In a quick move, I lose my seat of power and find myself flat on my back.
Georgi kneels while tugging me closer and lifting my hips until my butt hovers in the air, my legs draped over his thighs.
“Ready?” he asks with a hot smirk that makes him look devilish.
At first, I was stunned by this side of me that I didn’t know existed. But then Georgi made me feel pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and right afterward, he told me he loves me.
What really made me realize he’s Mr. Right was when he left because he knew he couldn’t control himself for much longer.
He’s been so considerate and attentive, it makes my heart ache and creates the perfect storm in me that can only be calmed by Georgi.
This isn’t just about sex. I want him in every way possible. I want to bond with him until the lines blur between us and we become one.
I want to feel his hands on every inch of my body and him inside me.
It takes more courage than I thought I had to admit, “I want you…all of you.”
Georgi enters me with a single long stroke, making my head tip back from how good it feels and a moan dislodge in my throat.
Slowly, he pulls out until only the tip remains, and he begins to move in short strokes that have me arching my back.
I’m not being forcefully held down.
I’m not being slapped.
No. I’m being shown pleasure I’ve never felt before by the most attractive man alive.
“Christ, Nina. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are right now?” he says, his breaths coming fast as he continues to drive me wild with only the head of his manhood.
My hands slap down on the bed, and I grip the covers, my hips swiveling as I moan, “Georgi.” Right then, he thrusts all the way into me until his pelvis rubs against my clit, and my breathing falters. “Oh!”
Just as my orgasm curls through my abdomen, he pulls completely out of me, and I’m left feeling empty and needy. “No!”
With an evil chuckle rumbling from his chest, he leans over me and drags lazy kisses along my skin as he moves up until we’re face to face. “I think you can hold out longer.”
I shake my head while I place my hands on the sides of his neck, where veins are visible beneath his skin. “I can’t.”
“Hmm…” His mouth lowers to mine, and his teeth tug at my bottom lip, sending a wave of tingles scattering through my body. “Tell me how much you want me.”
Realizing Georgi needs to hear it, I don’t hesitate. “I want you so much it’s driving me wild. I ache for you.”
Satisfaction shines from his eyes, and sitting back again, he lines himself up with my opening. “Tell me how it feels to have me inside you,” he orders as he slowly pushes in again.
“Big. You…you stretch me and rub… like a deep massage.” My voice breaks as he sheaths himself all the way, and his thumb rubs over my clit.
“Who’s inside you?” he growls.
“You.” He pulls out and slams hard into me.
“Who’s inside you, Nina?”
“Georgi Torrisi,” his name bursts over my lips.
Bracing a hand on the bed, he leans over me and begins to fuck me so hard that my body jerks with each thrust.
“My capo,” I moan, our eyes locked as he claims me.
His other hand grips my jaw, his features drawn tight as he brands me from the inside out.