LOGINShe cries out as my tongue slides up her slit, parting her soft lips as I seek out her tiny little pleasure nub. I circle her clit, and her back arches up off the bed, her hips pressing against my jaw. "Oh my God..." she moans as I apply more pressure. She tastes delicious, and her wetness soaks my lips and chin as I begin to gently suck her little button as I continue with my tongue. Her pleasure is my pleasure, and when I hear her cry out in ecstasy, I nearly explode in my pants. Her moans dance like blessings in my ears, and I flatten my tongue and hold it there while she goes off. Her first orgasm, and all because of me. I prop myself up and look down at her, face flushed, a slight layer of sweat across her cheeks. I lean down and kiss her. She tastes herself on my lips, and a flash of arousal shows in her eyes. Reaching down, I tug my cock out of my pants and set it on her soaked pussy. She looks down at it, and I see her pupils dilate when she sees the size. "Oh my God, V
VIKTOR She will be my queen... The words have been running through my head since I left the penthouse, and they echo loudly as I stare down at Isabella's naked body beneath me. She's like a woman created by artificial intelligence, designed to drive a man completely insane with desire. Absolute perfection. Her face is so innocent. Wide-eyed and still in shock from being lifted high into the air. But she knows I won't hurt her. I can see it. My cock jerks between my thighs, grinding against my zipper. She has the breasts of a goddess. Perfect size, perfect shape, with two little nipples like candy that have me drooling. Her waist and hips curve like she was drawn by an artist. Such femininity. How could such a brutal bastard like me be blessed withthis girlbrought to me as collateral? My eyes move down her flat belly to her little pussy mound, adorned with just a tiny amount of hair. At its center, I see the glistening pink lips framing her slit- "Fuck," I growl, ripping my e
ISABELLAI'm backin my gilded cage, staring up at the art that is the ceiling. Everything is just as it was before-well,almost.Viktor is gone, and I'm missing him.It feels ridiculous to admit something like that to myself, but I can't deny it any longer.He barely even touched me at breakfast, and my body is still buzzing.It was just his arm, his hand, but I'm shaking like I've had ten cups of coffee. When Viktor touched me, it was like something inside me woke for the first time.Even now, my skin is so hot, so tense, that I hop out of bed and head for the shower. I crank it on cold, strip out of my gorgeous dress, and sit under the water.The temperature takes my breath away, but I have to do something to cool down. If not, I'm going to overheat.His eyes......the way he was looking at me...It was like a storm-danger and desire battling for control.I can still see it now. The hunger, the desire that he was trying so hard to hide. And I get it. A man in his position can'tshow e
"I don't want you to be afraid of me," I tell her.She opens her mouth but hesitates. Whatever it is she wants to say, she's not sure about it.I let it sit there, not rushing her. Finally, she asks a question that completely levels me. "You'd never do anything like that to me?"Christ, what is she thinking? Does she really think I'm that big of a bastard?"Isabella," I say, taking her hand. "I wouldneverhurt you or take you against your will. I need you to understand that."Her eyes slip from mine. She looks down, almost like she's ashamed of what she just said. But I lift her chin, forcing her to look back at me."I'd take a bullet if it meant keeping it from hitting you."Her pupils dilate. Her plump lips open, and a tiny breath escapes her mouth. Beauty incarnate."You...you mean it?"I nod. "More than anything in my life."She could be my queen. I look at her, trying not to show how star struck I am. She could also be my destruction.Maintaining my empire means no emotion. No wea
VIKTORGuys think being a mob boss is "cool." All they see on TV is the glitz and the glam, the girls and the glory. What they don't see is the blood and battles it took to get to the top.They call me The Ice Man, and that's a nickname I deserve.It all began when I was a kid. My father beat me, and my mother-well, let's just say I'd rather have been raised by a pack of wolves than her. She left when I was twelve, and I was stuck with that bastard.Until I killed him.He was my first. He was a drunk and got so hammered one night that he thought I was his friend, Jimmy, and came at me with a broken bottle. I knew it was him or me, so I grabbed a knife and ended him.I left before the cops could question me. Found my own way on the streets, and before kids my age were graduating high-school, I was running my own illegal betting operation.I was big for my age, and the streets didn't know how to handle me. Like a wild animal, I started going after the gangs. Why the hell not? I had noth
ISABELLAMy room sparkles like a gilded cage.Silk and gold everywhere. Modern furniture that looks brand new, and a bed that could fit three of me. This one room is twice the size of Dad's apartment.But my new prison isn't why I couldn't sleep last night, or why once I finally did, I woke up trembling.That'shisfault.Viktor Morelli. The brutal mob boss who runs New York City.Everyone knows who he is. They call him The Ice Man because he's so cold. And what did The Ice Man try to do last night?He tried to kiss me.And the craziest part is that I almost let him. Almost.What were you thinking, Bella?I think as I stare up at the ornate painting decorating the entire ceiling.I was so terrified when Dad brought me in to see him. Selling me off as collateral to the fiercest man in the city? But then when I stepped into his office, his mere presence caused something in me to shift.Maybe I'm just going crazy, but it was like standing in front of a wild lion and knowing it wasn't going
DANTEI hold back for a week, and it's the longest fucking week of my life.I knew Isla would give in to me the moment I grabbed her in the fitting room of the boutique, and she looked up at me with arousal and not fear. She liked that I was possessive with that prick of a tailor, and while she sai
"One," Dante's grip shifts as he tilts my head just so, his thumb stroking my lip just like he did back at the shop. I'm silent."Two," he takes a step closer, his chest brushing mine, my nipples hardening beneath my shirt. I should say no, I should push him away, but I don't. I don't want to. I wa
ISLAIt's been two and a half months. That's how long I've been living in Dante's world. Two months of penthouse views, luxury, and the best sex of my entire life. Time is running out on the contract, and I have no idea what the heck I'm going to do.For the first few weeks, I kept a secret calenda
“You look great,” I tell her, and that’s putting it mildly. My cock is raging beneath my pants and my veins are on fire with my blood coursing through them. I’m lit up and can’t even remember the last time I felt this way. She’s so small and supple, yet confident at the same time. I want to snatch







