All Chapters of Ditched Ex For Russian Mafia Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ilicked my lips and nodded. I wanted it. So much.He smirked as he aligned himself at my entrance, rubbing the head up and down my slit, coating himself with my wetness.He held my gaze as he pushed inside, a slow, deliberate movement.He groaned, burying himself to the hilt. I gasped at the sudden fullness, the stretch a perfect blend of pleasure and pain." You like that? " He asked and I smirked." Let's try it again to see if I like it." I replied. Something flickered in his eyes then he pulled out."Mikhail…" My lips parted, a strangled gasp escaping as I struggled to catch my breath but Mikhail cut me off with a punishing thrust, ramming the remaining inch into me in a slow, deliberate thrust."Heavens!" I gasped.My pussy tightened at the sweetness of the thrust and I trembled slightly.Mikhail's muscles pinched—feeling as I swallowed him in, accommodating every bit of him.His eyes darted to my pair of hazy, pleasure-filled eyes then they fell from my eyes to my parted lips."

Mikhail collapsed against me, his full weight pressing me into the felt of the pool table. I could feel the frantic beat of his heart against my back.The room was silent now, save for our ragged breaths that mingled in the cool air. My body ached in ways I'd never known. There was a lingering sweet, delicious soreness that was a proof to the pleasure he had coerced out of our bodies.For a long moment, we stayed like that, two bodies tangled together, sweat-slick and sated. His breath was warm against the nape of my neck, a gentle, tickling sensation that made me shiver.Slowly and carefully, he shifted, pulling out of me. The loss of his heat left me feeling suddenly cold and empty. I felt the slick evidence of our joining trickle down my thigh, a sticky, intimate reminder of what had just transpired. Mikhail's arms wrapped around me, lifting me effortlessly from the table as if I weighed nothing at all. " Did I hurt you?" He asked, his voice tender. He was not the Mikhail who had

Leslie The man ushered me inside a double doored room before closing it behind me. Metres away, Mikhail sat on a chair, his legs crossed and a cigar in between his fingers. He was not the gentle Mikhail that had carried me to bed last night, nor the tender Mikhail that had washed me in the bathtub. This was the Underboss. The cold and calculating Mikhail.He looked up at me, his expression unreadable. " Sit," he commanded, gesturing to the chair opposite him.I did as he said, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was silent, the only sound being the soft crackle of the cigar as he took a drag." You defied me." he stated, his voice dangerously low." I didn't. I just had something to take care of." I said, trying to keep my voice steady." You call a press conference something to take care of?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. It was not a question but a statement." You knew?" I asked, my eyes widening in surprise." I know everything that happens in this city, Leslie. Especially wh

Leslie POV I don't know how I ended up home. Last I remembered, I was still lying on Mikhail's office sofa, naked and thoroughly fucked. Then in my haze, he said something about a net finally catching a prey, that he would be back. After that, I must have slept.I just don't understand how deep I slept that someone managed to move me from the office to our house... and that without me stirring at all? Was I that exhausted?Maybe I was. After all, Mikhail had worn me out the previous night at his playhouse only to claim and brand himself all over my body in less than ten hours later.I still can't fathom what the hell happened inside his office. Everything sounded...surreal. how he handled me, how I begged for his cock to stretch and ruin me, how I called him daddy repeatedly. God! The things I said to him.Now that I am awake, the haze of lust and pain has cleared, leaving me feeling ashamed and...something else. Something I can't quite name. My body still ached with the memory of hi

Mikhail POV I watched as Leslie walked away until she disappeared in to the hallway leading upstairs to our room. Only then did I move, my steps taking me towards the large mahogany desk in the center of my study.I pulled open a drawer, retrieving a heavy crystal decanter and a single glass. The amber liquid swirled as I poured, the sharp scent of vodka filling the air. I took a long, slow drink, the liquid burning a familiar path down my throat, but it did nothing to calm the rage simmering just beneath my skin.Dimitri's words echoed in my mind. *Sissy princess... not one of us... a liability.*He was a fool. A proud, old-world fool who couldn't see past Leslie's polished exterior to the steel spine beneath. He only saw a woman from a different world than ours and he dismissed her. He didn't see the fire in her eyes, the sharp intelligence, the sheer force of will it took to build an empire from nothing. He didn't see the woman who had faced down her ex-husband in a room full of