The Russian Fighter (Mafia Men #1)

The Past Returns

Chapter 15

Edited

I froze.

The comprehension that this boy was kissing me hadn't quite caught up with my brain, leaving me stiff in a state of confusion.

He was soft and gentle at first, caressing my lips, treating me like he would a wounded bird. But I wasn't a gentle kind of girl.

I wanted more.

I wanted the fire I searched for in Erik.

I wanted to remember Maksim.

His lips, hands, the scars on his fingers that reminded him of the man he grew into, currently gripping my waist and sliding up my shoulders. I wish he'd brand me, hold me, and give what the true meaning of desire meant.

Coming to apprehend my own cravings I kissed him back. No hesitation this time. Unadulterated, savage and.....

Mmm, he tasted good.

My fingers snaked between his silky, dark locks I'd been itching to touch since I first saw him. He responded with a moan, holding me tighter. I purred in between kisses, sliding my hands down his shirtfront to stroke what underlay the compressing material of his shirt.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned.

Deep in the pleasure he assisted me in tearing his shirt over his head. The proof of bedded muscle pulled taunt as he slid his hands down to my ass, cupping either side with his large, scarred hands; he squeezed as if needing proof, earning a whimper from me, swinging me up the back of my thighs. I wrapped my legs around him in invitation, clinging to the taste of his lips like he were my very own life raft.

He spun us to face the bed, taking me down in a tangle of limbs. As I crawled backward he stalked me. A prey on a gold platter for her predator. His naked muscles rippled with every haunting movement, taunting me to lick every inch of him, down the smooth V line of his hips.

I squeezed my legs to keep him at bay, hot and bothered more than I liked to admit. This boy had the ability to strip me of my barriers, leaving me naked, without physically reducing my clothing. It was a vulnerability that had me shaking in my boots.

Maksim growled. "Do not hide from me."

He dug his knee in the middle of the bed, forcing me to spread my legs, to which he sank between them, covering my petite body with his larger one.

"Maksim," I breathed, my heart rate above an abnormal speed.

A hand on my thigh, and the other cupped to the side of my face, running a thumb over the rim of my bottom lip, he told me, "You are so beautiful, pretty girl. Your spirit to deny me makes me hard as a rock. But most of all, it's the sad story in your eyes that has me under your spell."

My heart sped up.

Could this boy really like me, I thought, and me alone?

Relishing in the possibility sent my pheromones haywire. We were radioactive lovers about to combust. That didn't seem so bad to me, as once again, I surrendered to him completely when he joined our mouths.

We both groaned.

He was stealing my breath with this fire-consuming kiss. He was wild, tasting me to the very core of my being, and not once letting up. He was what I had been looking for, because deep down I never let myself lose focus.

To be honest, I wanted to lose myself with him. Just like now.

His hands found the hem of my dress and dragged it away from my body, leading him to pin my wrists above my head with one vise grip. "Leave them there."