THE DANGEROUSLY SEXY MAFIA KING’S WIFE

CHAPTER 3 PART II

“There is nothing that will help you get out of this room breathing.” The words came, a chill running down my spine as I sat frozen. I dared turn to stare at Vladimir. He had sat back on his couch, one leg crossed over the other with the gun on his lap.

My whole body went pale.

“Because I stared you in the eye?” I dared ask, where was I taking all this courage?

I swallowed my fear, my hands clenching each other as I sat with my head held up, my eyes moving to capture his again, yet there was no humour there anymore. His face had turned dark, had turned so frightful, goosebumps covered my skin with how scared I was, yet I held my stare. I was stubborn, wasn’t I? Staring back at him as he c****d his head to the side, taking one last look before his hand grabbed the gun again.

“You know my face and my business.” He said back, which had me frown.

“No one knows your face?” I asked.

“Not many people do.” His voice was cold, a tremor running down my body.

I went cold. There was absolutely no way I could survive. I watched as he raised the gun and just as he did, I stood up from my seat and sure, I had shocked him. I shocked myself that I could still move.

This was it. It was do or die. It was my whole life right there and then. I could not suffer so much only to die so recklessly. I still had a lot to see, I still had a lot to do. I walked over to him. I was not afraid, I swear, I was not afraid because it was either I would die or get everything I had ever wanted ever since I was young and to me it seemed like I had lived for just that moment.

He sat watching, face confused. I smiled because I could finally read him. The walk I had been practising came to me, it was so natural as I walked towards the man about to kill me. In that room I felt a way I had never felt before. I felt powerful, I felt like I could do anything. Was it him? I did not know but fùck I loved it.

His arm was moved by myself just a little, hanging on his side with the gun still held firmly there. I moved his other arm too as he watched before I lowered myself onto him, straddling him until I was comfortable on his lap. I had so wanted to sit on him since we got there. My s*x was out, just pressing on his pants since I had not worn any underwear. I could not wear my torn-up underwear. I had just thought that if it happened I fell with my dress going up, I would rather show my cùnt than my old and torn up underwear.

I shifted even closer until I knew I sat right on his large manhood. I could feel it lying asleep there and even then it was massive. My whole body went hot, my cùnt going wet,....this man.

“I am not scared of you….”I spoke, my eyes taking his before they slipped to his lips which were begging me to just lay mine on them. I had never kissed anyone before and I wanted to know how it felt. My hand moved, shaking and slowly moving up, only to lay my finger on his lips. I could feel his eyes on me but I was too taken by those lips, running my finger on them, feeling them soft.

“I should be….”I said again, my breath harsh with my s*x suddenly burning with need.

His cologne was just not making it easy on me.

“But I am not and I don’t know why.” I said, feeling the arm with the gun come around my butt. My voice was getting lower and lower with my eyes suddenly seeming smaller than they originally were. My finger pulled down, dragging his lower lip down, seeing those perfect teeth before it snapped back with my thumb running down his perfectly shaved chin. His skin was smooth, just one touch, my whole body came alive.

I looked up at him, wondering what he did to me.

He c****d his head to the side again, watching me with his face blank. I was too into my feelings to care. I knew I was wetting his pants as I sat there with my pùssy drooling over this man who had just killed another. What was wrong with me? I tried to reason but I could care less. I had learned from an early age how wicked the world could be.

I closed my eyes before the image of dead bodies ran to my mind. I pushed the memory away and stared at the man who made me feel things I had never felt before.

“I am a virgin.” I suddenly said, always a straight talker.

“There is nothing special about that, there is nothing special about you, pretty but just not enough.” He said with no emotion, feeling the hand with the gun letting loose as he brought it forward, ready to finish his job.

I stared at him for a while. I did not care about what was happening around me. I just stared at him, feeling myself drowning. I knew he was the one. I knew he was the one I could trust, I knew he was the one I could give my all to.

“Teach me.” I spilled the words, seeing the confusion from my words as I watched his lips, never moving from them. I was hungry for them, I was hungry for him. I had been starving for far too long and all I wanted to do was take. I wanted my life to start, I wanted to start living because I had been dead all my life.

“Teach me how to please you.” I said, feeling myself flood, his pants getting drenched, I swear.

“Teach me how to touch you…”I trailed away, my eyes snapping as I ran my finger up down his face, sucking in a breath with something pulling on my abdomen having me release a breath.

“Teach me how to be yours and only yours.” My voice I could not recognize, feeling him rock hard on my sèx which just had my fire roaring. He was so large and all I had to do was just shift, just a little. Did I dare, did I dare? I was afraid, my heart pounding already, feeling so many things in my body, not sure I could handle moving my cùnt on his rock hard dìck.

“I will be yours in every way, you will have all of me and I will have all of you. Anything you want, I will give if I can. I will devote myself to you and no one else.” I said, leaning over to his ear.

“Only you.” I added seductively, daring to bite his earlobe, then suck it. I felt his body jolt, the movement having me moan in his ear with his dìck rubbing on my bare p*ssy, leaving it dripping. I held onto him, the sensation running all over my body, leaving me paralysed. My n*****s were hard already, pressing on him and begging for attention.

My head lay on his shoulder, my body shaking against his with his arms wrapping around me.

“What are you saying little one?” He asked, his voice deep and horsey with his accent just having me pool even more.

I sucked in a breath, daring to pick up my head and stare into his face, stare into his eyes.

“Make me your wife.”