Mob Boss Series Book #1: The Russian Heir

Chapter Three: An Idea!

Lettie's POV
"Bryce... easy..." He paused.

"What?" He sounds high... high on the ecstasy I provide.

"...berry." My safe word when he gets too rough. "Easy cariño mío." I bent according to his will breathless still. He is kneeling behind me. He has my hair nestled in his fist, my wrists are in his other hand restrained behind my back and he's deep inside me stretching me thin without mercy. I can feel him growing inside me. "You'll break my back."

He circled the remainder of my hair around his fist. He pulled my head low bending me further to look up at the ceiling. He looked over me and bestowed a deep firm kiss on my lips depriving me of an opportunity to breathe. He kissed me to his fill.

He released my wrists allowing me to rest my palms on the soft bed. I no longer need my knees to hold me up when they are failing from the immense pleasure that numbs me at its peak.

He tore his addictive lips from mine. "I love you." He said it roughly. "Lettie I love you."

"I love you Bryce." I responded.

Someone knocked the door and judging from the impatience, it must be Alexei. It's not uncommon for him to knock at odd hours to get Bryce. I'm used to it now. Bryce can leave at any hour. At least today it will be morning when he does.

He ignored Alexei. He wrapped the remainder of my hair around his fist pulling my head back as he started to slam into me. I can't help but scream at the rough numbing love as my fingers dig deep into the bed. He delivered the remaining thrusts, one powerful one after another.

I whimpered and moaned while holding on to each thrust like it means my life.

Bryce is a firm and ravenous lover. Vanilla is not his flavor. He finds creative ways to enslave me to his love. I wait for it like it's my next breath and when he's done with me, I am unable to move. The numbness is real, nearly paralyzing.

I screamed out my excitement when I hit my climax. He followed soon after. When he collapsed on top of me we started laughing.

Alexei knocked again. "I have a key, don't make me use it!" He threatened.

"You should go before he sees my bum."

"Yours? I'm on top of you. He will see mine." Chuckled.

"Seriously, you'll break my back! You're so heavy!"

He rolled off me and he was still, staring at me with a fading smile. "Why do I keep falling in love? It's endless." When I touched the tip of his nose he closed his eyes. I stole a gentle kiss. "Hmmm... I'm addicted to you." He informed me.

"I'm your ecstacy."

"Bryce!" Alexei opened the door. "Enough fun. Work now."

He slammed the door shut.

"I gotta go." He kissed my forehead. "Be good till I get back. I wasn't even ready to be done."

"I'm not going anywhere." I assured him.

He got into the shower and minutes later he left.

I'm alone now. I lay on my back looking up at the ceiling. I felt my sore tips and smiled at how good my man is in bed. I have never felt any dissatisfaction. If anything, the longer we are with each other, the better it gets. His love making is like aging wine. It gets better and better.

My hand dropped down to my stomach.

When I came into this family, I was scared and I had just 'lost' my father. I didn't know Bryce well enough to even qualify him as an acquaintance. I found his father scary. His mother was a fierce woman and his grandmother, let's just say the blue of her eyes paralyzed me with fear. I was miles away from home and all alone in a cold place with strangers.