Semua Bab The Russian Don: A Dark Mafia Romance: Bab 41 - Bab 46

I sit there in my panties and nothing else as he looks down at me with blazing hot eyes. I can feel the freezing wood grain beneath my thighs. He looks like he wanted to ruin me, and I want him to.A wave of pleasure hits me as he pulls my panties to the side and rolls his fingers along my soaking folds. Spreading them. Teasing me. Torturing me with bliss.I moan into the fabric, losing my goddamn mind.he grabs my hips and holds me there as his tongue licks my body top to bottom, lapping at my clit and sliding into my slit. I breathe hard and grabbed the cushion behind me and bite the cushion and my god, oh my god, it hurts so fucking bad and feels so fucking good, and my brain suddenly breaks down as the pleasure and pain signals get all crossed, and his tongue is like heaven as he rolls it around my clit, and I’m about to explode into a fucking sunburst of ecstasy.But he pulls away.“No!” I groan and look back at him. “Don’t you dare stop.” I try to grab at his face, but he bats m

Tears kept streaming my eyes as I placed my hand over Nikolai’s Heart and heard it beating.“Oh my god! It’s… It’s…” I could stop crying, “Greyson’s…”My heart clenched inside my chest as I sobbing out loud. The pain and memories were fresh as if it happened yesterday.Greyson, Oh my god. His heart is inside Nikolai? I can’t believe this. Jesus Christ. Tears continuously streamed my eyes, “Grey!!” He held me while I pressed my head to his chest and sobbed, God did a miracle by putting the heart of a person I loved back then into a person I love in the present and future.Wait, what?Let’s forget that I said that.Greyson lives in Nikolai and he didn’t leave me, the fact itself is making me feel so lucky.Nikolai held me until I stopped sobbing, he wiped my tears and kissed me.“It’s okay,” he said and we went inside the mansion into his room.He made me sit on the bed and removed his t-shirt, he stood in front of me. he grabbed my hand pressed it against his naked chest.“Look,” he

EPILOGUE.7 months later.Andrei’s cry echoes through the house.Groaning, I throw my leg from the bed, trying to gather the strength to get up.Nikolai takes hold of my hip and pulls me back onto the bed. “Stay, baby. I’ve got this.”“You’re the best,” I mumble. I feel the mattress dip as he gets up.Prying my eyes open, I watch as he turns on the nightlamp we got for the cradle. Reaching inside, he gently picks up our baby, then cradles him against his chest. “Is my boy hungry?” He lays Andrei down on the bed and checks his diaper. “Yes, definitely hungry,”I pull myself up against the pillows, then Nikolai lays Andrei, who’s got a red line running down his forehead from all the crying, in my arms. While our son latches on, Nikolai leaves the bedroom.I blink a couple of times to rid my eyes of the scratchy sensation, then stare down at Andrei eagerly sucking me dry.Just as the thirst hits, Nikolai comes back with a bottle of water. He uncaps it and hands it to me.Only after I’ve