The Mafia And His Obsession: Part 1 by Lylah James

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 20

 

 

Viktor

 

The estate was dark and silent when I walked in. It was in the middle of the night, everyone locked in their room, sound asleep.

And here I was, walking down the corridor that led to Valerie’s room.

Right after killing her bodyguard in cold blood. Removing the first obstacle in my path.

I would deal with the aftermath afterward, but now, I just needed to see her. Stopping in front of the closed door, I just stared and breathed. She was inside, sleeping. She would never hear me walking in.

She would never know I was in there, watching her. Touching her.

It would be my secret to keep.

I opened the door and walked inside. The door closed behind me, the lock clicking in place. Her room was dark, the night lamp casting a small glow around. From where I was standing, I saw her on the bed. She was still, sound asleep, her covers hiding her from my sight.

I stalked closer, stealthy—my gaze still on her.

My feet stopped next to her bed. My eyes drifted across and met her face. It glowed beautifully under the small light. Her blonde hair spilled over her pillows in soft waves, and my fingers itched with the need to touch them.

Her face was peaceful, her lush pink lips slightly parted as she breathed slowly in her sleep.

She was a vision I couldn’t escape from—a beautiful goddess laid out to tempt me into doing something so wrong. Yet it felt…so right. This felt more right than anything in my life.

It wasn’t my first time watching her sleep. Three nights in a row, I stood right in this spot and watched her sleep. Three nights and I still couldn’t get enough. I wanted more.

Leaning closer, my fingers feathered over her cheeks, down her jaw and neck. Her eyes fluttered but didn’t open. Valerie stayed still, but I saw her chest moving, her breathing accelerating just a little bit.

The comforter was up to her waist. My hand moved down her body, pushing it away. She trembled but still didn’t wake up. Good.

Her body was covered with her white night dress. This way, with her dressed in pure white and sound asleep, she looked innocent.

Tempting.

Exquisite.

Ravishing.

Forbidden.

It made me want her even more.

Tonight, nobody was here to stop me. Igor was dead. Valentin was gone, leaving his beautiful wife for the wolf to play with. He just didn’t know that yet.

She moved slightly, turning on her back with her face toward me. So fucking beautiful, it almost hurt to look at her.

I climbed on the bed, curling toward her warm body. I forgot that my suit, my hands, and my face had dried blood on them. I forgot that I just killed a man to get her.

All that mattered was that I needed to be closer to her.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pulled her closer. She came willingly, her body soft and pliable to my touch.

I could feel her breathing against my neck, her lips slightly touching my skin. In her sleep, her hand glided up to my chest and rested there, right over my beating heart.

It thumped for her.

I was supposed to be seducing her, yet I was the one getting lost in her.

My fingers curled around her hand, holding it over my chest. She moved closer in her sleep, her legs rubbing against mine before she settled deeper into my embrace.

We laid there for what seemed like hours even though I knew it was only minutes.

I held her, she held me. We held each other.

For the first fucking time in so long, I felt warm. My chest tightened at the feeling; my heart drummed just a little faster.

I knew for a fact she would have never held on to her bastard of a husband like this.

The way she moved into my embrace so willingly, it was almost as if she knew it was me. As if she knew she was safe.

My eyes found her face again, which was now buried in the crook of my neck. I felt my lips turn up in a small smile. I couldn’t help it. It was almost impossible to stop.

My fingers caressed her back, tracing some random patterns. She gave me a shiver in return, and my smile widened. Even in her sleep, she wasn’t immune to my touch.

My hand drifted down and then toward her front. When my fingers brushed against her perky breasts, she shivered again, her breathing coming out in a small gasp.

Her nails dug into my chest. It only made me want to touch her more. My thumb feathered over her puckered nipple this time. She wasn’t wearing a bra—just fucking perfect.

I continued touching her, so gently, so softly that I knew it must have been driving her insane. It was driving me insane.

I couldn’t hear her moans, even though I wanted them desperately. Her silence only pushed me into wanting more.

Looking at her wasn’t enough before. I had wanted to touch her.

Now, just holding her was no longer enough either.

She was mine.

And I needed to lay my claim.

Pushing Valerie on her back, I stared at her sleeping face. I smirked in the darkness. She was still asleep, but I knew she was thinking of me. Even in her dreams, I was chasing her.

With my hand on her legs, I pushed her nightdress upward. My gaze never left her face, watching her reaction in her sleep.

Her lips parted again, and then her legs moved, falling open, giving me access.

Myshka, oh sweet myshka, you have no idea what you have just gotten yourself into.

Seduction always starts with words. Seduce her mind and her body will follow willingly without any fight.

Valerie had fallen in my trap since the very beginning. Her thoughts belonged to me the moment we saw each other. Little did she know, I was already seducing her mind for this moment.

My eyes shifted from her face and down her body, following a slow path. I watched her chest moving up and down with each breath. Through the fabric, I saw the puckered tips of her nipples. My mouth watered at the sight.

I didn’t think…instead, I just leaned forward and tongued one of the tips through her dress.

Valerie trembled against the sudden assault, and I looked up to see her squeezing her eyes shut. Her fingers clenched at the bedsheets when I moved to her other nipple, doing the same thing.

But this time, I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked, drawing her nipple between my teeth and biting softly.

Her back bowed, and I chuckled. Hmm, more…I want more, myshka. This is not enough.

I wanted her come on my lips. Only then would I be satisfied.

Sliding down the length of her body, I pushed her dress all the way up to her hips. I parted her legs further until I got a look where I wanted to be.

Black lace panties, hiding her pussy from me.

My fingers glided upward on her inner thighs. I saw the wet spot in the middle of the lace, but I wanted to feel it.

My thumb pressed against her core, and I sucked in a harsh breath. Wet. She was dripping for me.

I rubbed my thumb over the wet spot over her panties, and her legs shook as I continued my torturous touch. Crawling forward, my wide shoulders spread her legs wider, and I settled between them.

A forbidden fruit laid out for me—how could I not taste her?

With my face over her pussy, I smirked. Got you right where I wanted, myshka.

My lips met the skin on her inner thigh, and I placed small kisses as I went. Higher and higher, nipping softly but not leaving marks. Yet.

My tongue left wet trails until I was right where I wanted. I peeked up at Valerie to see her eyes still closed. They were squeezed shut, her breathing ragged, her body shaking—wanting more.

I kissed her covered pussy, my tongue outlining the wet spot before I sucked at her juices. Her body clenched, and her thighs tightened around my head.

I pushed her panties to the side and stared at the perfect sight in front of me. Trimmed blonde curls covered her pussy. I dragged a finger over her slit, parting her pink pussy lips for me.

I spread her wetness more and then pushed a finger inside her tight warmth. Just the first knuckle in, but her response inflated my ego way more than it should.

She creamed my finger, more wetness pooling between her thighs. Her pussy now glistened beautifully, looking perfect and ready to be devoured.

Having a big dick is impressive. But knowing how to lick and eat a pussy right—while making her feel desired, special and appreciated—is what makes you a real man.

You can fuck her sore, but the moment you master the art of eating her pussy and she is shaking like a leaf, her orgasm hitting her so hard that she creams your lips, mouth and chin—then you know you have possessed her mind and body.

And that was exactly what I was going to do to this little mute nun.

I was going to make her sin so bad…and so hard.

My mouth covered her pussy, and she shuddered as I lapped on her cream. Parting her pussy lips, my teeth grazed over her tiny nub before sucking on it. Her back bowed off the bed again, and I pressed a hand against her stomach, holding her down and captive to my mouth.

Her taste drove me delirious, and I was a starving animal, wanting more—wanting deeper.

Valerie tasted sweet, forbidden—she tasted sinful.

Her pussy was swollen as I continued to fuck her with my mouth. She was so fucking wet, her juices dripping down my chin as I dragged my tongue over her pussy lips and then poking against her heated core.

My heart pounded, and my cock ached in my pants. I was hard, desperate for release, but damn it to hell, I wasn’t coming until I got her come covering my chin.

I groaned at the back of my throat when I pushed my tongue into her pussy, licking and sucking.

So fucking sweet and addictive.

I felt a touch on top of my head, and then she was holding me against her pussy, grinding into my face. Her body twisted underneath mine as I continued to worship her cunt. I rubbed my cock against the bed, needing some kind of friction.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I fucked her cunt with my tongue, in and out, and then swirling her wetness around her folds.

Valerie trembled, her body shaking so hard that I was worried for a second. But her pussy clenched, her thighs tightened around my head…and then she was coming. Hard.

I lapped all her juices, licking and sucking until she gave me everything. I could hear her breathing, loud and gasping.

When I was done, I placed a soft kiss on her pussy, and I saw her clenching again. Another kiss, just because.

Her thighs released their death grip, and her fingers unclenched from my hair. Her body went limp, tiny shivers still racking her lithe body.

From my position, I looked up to see the most gorgeous eyes looking back at me. I could see the lust there. But it was mixed with confusion and sleep.

Valerie stared at me strangely, her eyes blinking once, twice, and a third time. She gazed into my face as if she were seeing a dream…an illusion.

Her lips were tilted up in a small, satisfied smile. Her face relaxed, but the beautiful confusion I saw there…it made me chuckle.

After kissing her inner thigh, I dragged my body up. With my elbows on either side of her face, I smiled. She smiled back. Valerie was in a state where her orgasm had left her thoughts foggy. She was floating right now, in a happy space.

Her thick eyelashes framed her hazel eyes, and she looked even more beautiful now. Her face was glowing—my beautiful nun was happy. And that made me want to beat my chest like a fucking caveman.

We stared at each other, our gazes never wavering.

In her eyes, I saw her questions.

Her lips parted, as if wanting to speak, but no words were spoken.

So I leaned down until our lips were touching. A feather light touch. So sweet, so soft, so gentle that my heart thumped hard and my chest ached.

I brushed my lips against hers in a small kiss before pulling away and staring into her eyes again. They were half closed, and I caressed her cheek with my thumb.

After minutes of silence, I finally spoke slowly. “It’s okay. It’s a dream, myshka. Just a beautiful dream.”

And she smiled, as if she knew it was…a dream.

Her eyes fluttered closed, the smile on her lips still there.

She was awake when I fucked her cunt with my tongue, but after her orgasm, in her dreamlike state, it was easy to manipulate her thoughts. Make her believe something else.

It’s my secret, Valerie.

What just happened could get us killed…so for now, only I would know the truth.

Shifting away from her body, I dragged her dress back down and made sure she was covered properly. After pulling the comforter nicely around her body, I stood up and stared down.

I just stared at the exquisite sight in front of me.

After a long time, I finally forced myself to take a step back. And then another and another, until I was against the door.

Giving Valerie a final glance, I walked out and closed the door behind me. My cock was still hard and aching. I winced at the discomfort.

Looking down at myself, I shook my head and laughed.

I was covered in a dead person’s dried blood yet I just ravaged the pussy of the woman I couldn’t stop thinking about. I came at her like a starved mate, and fuck it if I didn’t want to do it again.

I stared at the door, not wanting to walk away.

My hand came up, my fingers touching my lips. I could still smell her, her scent all over me, and I fucking loved it.

I licked my lips…I could still taste her. My cock throbbed painfully.

I wanted more.

One taste was never going to be enough.

One taste and there was no turning back.

One taste—that was all I needed to get me addicted.