Sold to the mafia boss

I thought I couldn’t have been more scandalized than I already was, but when I felt his nose nuzzle me there and heard him inhale-

“Logan, no!” I covered my face with my hands. I wanted to hide in embarrassment.

“Layla” he murmured softly. “It’s okay, baby. I love your taste. I love your smell. I love everything about you. Look at me,” he coaxed.

I couldn’t. How could he expect me to? I was beyond embarrassed. No one had ever…

I heard him straighten. I let out a sharp breath when I felt his hands close around my wrists gently.

“Layla,” he cajoled, pulling my hands away to expose my face to him. But I couldn’t look…

His lips drifted to my shoulders, my neck, my cheeks, all the while murmuring sweet things to me.

“You’re so damned beautiful. You taste like a dream, like a drug.”

I was panting. I was lost, so lost in him.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was gazing at me, leaning forward, his hands flat on the table on either side of my hips. He had a small smile on his lips.

“Hi, beautiful.”

“Logan” I hitched up on my elbows, feeling hot, needy, and scared. “I’ve never done something like this before,” I admitted shakily.

“It’s okay.” He ran his hands up and down my thighs, soothing. “Do you want to stop?”Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

He stared at me with eyes filled with such tenderness and longing that my breath caught in my throat. Logan’s hair was mussed from my hands, his lips red and swollen and wet from kissing me. He was so beautiful. I swallowed my anxiety-and felt a jolt of heat and need all the way to my core.

“No. Don’t stop,” I whispered, meaning it.

A wolfish grin lit up his face. “I’m going to take care of you, baby,” he promised. Then he started all over again-greedy kisses and slow licks and bites that started on my lips and moved down my body. He took his time, caressing, savoring, and worshipping my body until I was feverish with need.

“Logan, please…”

He hooked my legs over his shoulders as he once again pleasured me in the most intimate part of my body.

“So fucking good,” he groaned.

The sight of his broad shoulders and his dark head between my legs and the feel of his warm tongue eagerly pleasuring me sent bolts of electricity through my body.

A series of moans escaped my throat as I gripped his hair. I couldn’t seem to decide whether I wanted to pull him closer or push him away. I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted more. I wanted to find relief from this agonizing pleasure that was building in me.

My mind went blank as pleasure tore through me, shooting throughout my body and finally sliding silvery over my limbs until I collapsed, crying out his name.

So that’s how it felt…

I was floating, my mind completely detached from everything else. It took a moment for me to realize he had carried me and gently placed me on his bed. When he reclined beside me, he placed his arm underneath my head and I curled up into him, burying my face against his neck. He pulled my leg between his as he caressed my back soothingly with his other arm. I was still trembling.

“Layla? Was that your first orgasm?” he asked softly.

I nodded, burying my face in his neck.

“You don’t know how that makes me feel,” he whispered hoarsely. “I…”

The tone of his voice alerted my senses. He sounded like he was in pain. Suddenly, I grew aware of the hardness between his thighs, the uncomfortable tightness of his legs and shoulders.

” Logan?”

“It’s okay, love.”

But it wasn’t. He had shown me what it was like to come apart, but why did I still feel incomplete?

I wanted-needed to make him feel what he’d made me feel. I wanted to give that to him.

My heart belonged to him, but I wanted us to belong to each other completely.

I kissed his neck, inhaling his scent. So addicting, so male.

“Make love to me,” I said.

He pulled me back, gazing down at me with a question in his eyes.

I placed a gentle kiss on his neck, reassuring him. “Please.”

His nostrils flared, his eyes turning a darker brown. “God. You’re going to fucking ruin me,” he groaned.

I framed his face with my palms, marveling at the beauty of his features before pressing my lips to his. Tentatively, I caressed his lips with my tongue, and a groan escaped his mouth as he positioned himself on top of me, taking control.

He was in charge, and we both knew it. I was at his mercy and he was going to take that up.

His hands palmed my breasts, stroking and caressing while his mouth feasted on my lips, my neck, the skin above my breasts. His hand slid down my ribs, my stomach, my hips, and between my legs, but he never stopped kissing me.

And then his finger was there, petting and making circles. I pulled my mouth away from his as I let out a loud moan, my head falling back against the pillow.

My fingers dug into his skin as I bowed off the bed, pleading with him to give me relief. His mouth swallowed my cries as I came apart. I shut my eyes as my head spun, my throat filled with cries. I mentally begged for him to put me out of this misery but we both knew he wasn’t near done with me. He was just beginning.