“Touch me.” When I lift my hand to her cheek, she shakes her head. “Touch me between my legs. I need you to be the last man who touched me there.”
Christ.
The fact that the fucker touched my woman makes me want to burn the Cosa Nostra to the ground.
But this moment is not about my rage. It’s about Rosalie and what she needs.
Pushing my hand beneath the fabric of her leggings and lace panties, I cup her pussy. I take a step closer until our chests touch, never breaking eye contact with her, then I push my middle finger inside her heat.
I wipe out the fucker’s touch and replace it with my own because I need my woman to only think of me.
“You’re mine, Rosalie,” I say with every ounce of possessiveness she makes me feel. “Your body belongs to me.”
Relief trickles into her eyes as she wraps her left arm around my neck. With her mouth close to mine, she whispers, “My heart and soul too. I’m yours.”
Never breaking eye contact, I pull my finger out before thrusting back inside her. Where she was dry a second ago, her desire starts to coat my finger. I press my thumb to her clit and rub circles around the nerves.
“How does that feel,moyaMalen'kaya Roza?”
Her chin quivers, but desire lights up her eyes. “So much better.”
I pull my hand from her leggings, and bringing my finger to my mouth, my lips close around the digit, and I suck her arousal off. “So fucking sweet.”
Rosalie’s expression turns pleading. “I need you.”
The caveman in me wants to pound my chest and roar to the world that this woman is mine, then fuck her senseless and brand her with my cock. But Rosalie doesn’t need an arrogant dick right now.
Taking hold of her chin, I press a tender kiss to her lips, then say, “Take control, baby. I know you need it.”
The corner of her mouth lifts. “You’ll let me boss you around?”
I pretend to look at the time. “Only for the next hour. So you better–”
“Undress, Mr. Vetrov,” she orders, a playful smile on her beautiful face. Then she pretends to frown. “Before I lose my temper.”
Lifting an eyebrow at her, I shove my sweatpants down my legs and step out of them. “You’re hot when you’re bossy,” I encourage her, my cock already rock hard for her.
She points to the bed. “Lie down.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I tease her as I obey her command.
If any of my men saw me now, they’d piss themselves laughing, but I couldn’t give two fucks. I’ll do just about anything to help her heal.
Lying down on my back, the head of my cock bounces, the precum already dripping from it.
Rosalie climbs onto the bed and straddles my thighs, then she gives me a nervous look before she lowers her head and presses a kiss to my cock.
“Blyad',” I hiss.
“Do you like that?” she asks, her breath caressing the sensitive head.
“Baby, I like your mouth anywhere near my cock.”
Her lips curve into a smile, then her tongue darts out to capture the bead of precum.
My cock jerks, desperate for more attention.
“That’s right, baby,” I praise her.