God Of Crimson : A Mafia Deal Sealed in Sin

The Heat of Betrayal and Bliss

The warning text still lingered in Nikita's mind, but as she looked over at Nikolai, her pulse quickened for reasons beyond danger. They had survived the ambush, had each other's backs in the way only they could, and in that moment, everything beyond this room felt distant.

Nikolai's gaze didn't falter, the heat in his eyes unmistakable. He closed the distance between them, his fingers brushing a loose strand of her hair away. His hand lingered, his thumb tracing her cheek, drawing her into an intimate silence filled with words they never dared speak aloud.

"Are you going to just stare at me?" she asked, a playful challenge in her voice, though her heartbeat betrayed her cool exterior. Like a volcano eruption, Connor just couldn't take the heat anymore.

Whether that heat was pure love or lust, he loved the burn.

His smirk grew, leaning in close. "You started this," he murmured, his voice a deep, tantalizing whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Can't just stop now."

His lips moved across Nikita's plush soft ones fast, they felt and tasted even better than the previous times when they had kissed!

He slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her like he'd never tasted anything sweet before. The kiss was hungry, and fast, eager to satiate the burning lust that laid between them.

He was biting her lip and gripping the base of her head...

Nikolai pulled away for just a moment to look into her eyes, that same lust and love laced in her eyes.

He pushed his lips down on hers again, all gentleness gone, he pushed his tongue against Nikita's claiming every inch of her mouth.

As they kissed aggressively, Nikolai groaned onto her lips and roughly picked up her small body pushing her on to the bed fast.

She grinded her hips down into his achingly hard dick. He could feel himself throbbing against the zipper in his jeans, begging for a release.

Nikita moaned, the sound filtering into his ears like heaven.

Nikolai grunted and thrusted his hard bulge into her crotch, rubbing it harder than her dainty little hips could, "yeah..you like that Mrs. Russo?" He hissed, need and want still lacing every one of his words as he roughly gripped her hips.

"Shut up." She moaned and kissed him hard, moving down his lips and to his neck where she sucked and bite aggressively.

Pinching his skin between her teeth than laying a satisfying kiss over the pain. Her tongue traced his jaw where she kissed fast and hard.

Nikolai groaned and ran his hands up her side, finding her black shirt where he ran his fingers along the deep neckline, "this shirt looks good on you! Now, Take it Off."

"Than..Wait..Wha!!" Before she could say something...

He grabbed the fabric and ripped it straight in half making her eyes narrow and a gasp leave her lips, "fucking asshole..." she mumbled and glared at him as her perfect tits sat nearly bursting out her little bra.

He crashed his lips onto hers and claimed her in a kiss. Sliding his tongue into her mouth and tasting every delicious inch of her.

Nikolai's hands got busy, finding her supple breasts he roughly pushed her bra away and took a hand full of one.

His thumb rubbed across her nipple, Nikolai watched as her body jerked forward into him at the light touch.

He smirked gently on her lips and pinched her nipple slightly, Nikita moaned and wrapped an arm around his shoulders quickly.