Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

Sex with Henry wasn’t anything to crave, but just these few touches from Jakub and I’m ready to take everything he offers. Even if it is just for tonight.

“Tell me, Nicole. Say, I’ll be a good girl for you.” His cock thrusts forward, breaking through my entrance but not inside yet. Not filling me the way I know he can fill me.

“Jakub,” I whine like a spoiled little girl who hasn’t gotten her way. But he won’t accept that, it’s not enough for him.

He abandons my clit and smacks my ass again.

“Would you rather have a spanking for being such a bad girl tonight? Promise me you’ll be good, and I’ll fuck you until you scream.”

My toes curl into the wood. There is no real decision to be made here.

“I’ll be a good girl for you, Jakub. I promise. I’ll be good.” It’s my voice, but there’s such a hunger laced through the words I almost don’t recognize myself.

One strong thrust and he’s fully embedded in me. I cry out from the suddenness of it, from the stretch and burn. He doesn’t even give me a second to catch my breath, but instead grabs my hips and fucks me with as much fever as my soul needs.

I arch my body to better accept his thick cock. His fingertips dig into my hips as he drags me backward to meet his thrusts. There’s nothing gentle about his touch. It awakens my raw hunger for him, a desire I shoved deep into the back corner of my mind over the past five years.

“Do you want to come for me?” he asks, moving one hand between our bodies again.

“Yes. Fuck, yes!” I buck my ass back at him, matching his energy and needing even more. The headboard of the bed bounces off the wall, he’s fucking me so damn hard. And so damn good.

“Don’t wait, come for me, Nicole. Show me you’re a good girl and come for me.” He assaults my clit, rubbing and pinching until the lines between pleasure and pain blur completely and my mind gets lost somewhere in between.

Pressure builds and builds until I’m sure my body won’t be able to handle another second of it.

“Be my good girl,” he says in a deep, dark voice dragging me from the brink of sanity and tossing me into the abyss of pleasure.

My mind blanks then swirls with the implosion of sweetness that washes over my body. Wave after wave, it soaks me, drowns me, and all I want to do is fall into it even deeper.

Slowly, it fades and I’m back where I started.

“So good,” Jakub whispers as he thrusts twice more and pulls free of my body.

I look over my shoulder at him in time to see his hand wrapped around his thick shaft, jerking and jerking his cock until thick ropes of cum spurt out onto my bare ass and back.

I should feel dirty. All of this should be shameful.

Instead, I smile at him.

When he returns to me, he lifts his gaze to mine and gives me an arrogant grin.

“Stay put.” He points a finger at me then yanks up his jeans again.

I fall forward onto the bed, as his cum rests on my bare skin. When he steps out of the bathroom, a small towel in his hand, he winks at me.

“I should have grabbed a condom,” he says as he cleans off the mess he made on me. Once he’s done, he works the belt off my wrists, being gentle now that the intensity of the moment has passed.

I push up to my feet and pull up my pajama shorts.

“It’s okay. I mean, yeah we should have used one, but I have the implant and I just had a physical.”

He reaches out and runs his thumb along my bottom lip.

“I’m clean, too, but I should have been more careful.” He drops his hand away, like he’s just realized we aren’t together anymore. This isn’t a permanent thing.

“Next time.” He winks.

I grab the dirty towel from the bed and bring it to the hamper I noticed in the bathroom. When I get back, he’s all zipped up and holding the door open for me.

“Let’s watch a movie. It’s too early for bed.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” I cross the bedroom, ignoring the discarded belt on the bed.

He grabs me as I pass him and turns me to him, capturing my face between both hands.

“If you disobey me again, Nicole, you won’t be screaming from an orgasm. You’ll be begging me to stop the ass whooping you’ll get. Do you understand me?”

My throat clenches with the dark tone of his voice. “I get it, Jakub.”Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

And damn me.

I don’t hate it.

“Good.” He lowers his lips to mine. It’s tender at first, gentle pressure. But quickly, as though he was only testing the waters of my compliance, he intensifies the kiss. His tongue sweeps past my lips, and his hands move up into my hair.

He’s not merely kissing me. He’s claiming me.

And damn me.

I don’t hate that either.

Jakub

Nicole’s staring at the coffeemaker as a fresh pot brews. She’s wearing a pair of yoga pants and a long t-shirt that she has tied at her hip. Every curve of her body is on display in the most innocent of ways, yet my cock is ready to dive into her body at the first opportunity.

But we don’t have time for that.

And she needs to change her clothes.

“Nicole,” I say softly, not wanting to startle her when I enter the kitchen. I’ve been up in my office for the past two hours trying to get information on the Kaczmareks’ next move.

My father and my brother are on their way over now. Despite the message I gave the shithead at Nicole’s apartment, Piotr Kaczmarek went straight to my father.

“Hey.” She spins around with a brilliant smile. “I’m just getting some coffee then I’m gonna change. I need to get to the club this morning to go over the schedule with Silvia again.”

I frown.

“Nicole. I told you, you’re not leaving this apartment. I already let Nora know you won’t be in today.”

Her smile wanes. I don’t like being the cause of it, but her safety is more important at the moment. She’ll come to see it in time.

“I have a job to do, Jakub.” She plants her hands flat on the kitchen island that separates us, taking a battle stance.

“A job that can wait a day or two.” I match her glare. The club is safe, but I can’t be there today. And if I’m not there, I don’t want her there either. Not until I’ve had a chance to sort out the trouble with the Kaczmareks.

“I don’t get paid vacation days for another four months. I need the money.”

I blink hard.

“Money? You’re worried about money right now?” Has she not been paying attention to the last twenty-four hours?

Then again, maybe she has.

“What are you going to, Nicole? Are you going to hop on another train and head to California maybe? Michigan? Where do you think you can hide that they won’t find you if they want you?” I lean forward across the island, bringing my eyes level with hers.