Filthy Rich (The Five Points' Mob Collection, #2)

by Serena Akeroyd

my voice like gravel as I pressed our lips together for the first time. So, remember that shit I’d said about hating virgins? She hadn’t been kissed either. She didn’t know what the fuck she was doing, and God help me, I fucking loved it.

He rolled his hips, letting his cock surge against me, rubbing my clit with every move. He carried on, not stopping until I was rocking my hips, seeking more. His mouth caught mine, his lips tasting mine, then he let go of my hair, and I knew to prepare for it.

I shuddered as she cupped my face and initiated the kiss between us. It was long yet fast, hungry and frantic. Her body writhed against mine as need she wasn’t accustomed to yet flushed through her. She reached for one of my hands, hauled it to her breast, and squeezed.

He stared at my mouth, at the curve on it, then he connected our lips, a groan escaping him as he thrust his tongue inside me, forcing me to accept him—except there was no force. I needed this just as much as he did.

She froze, but she didn’t slap my chest, or shove me away again. If anything, I felt the taut wire that linked us together pull even tighter. Unable to stop myself, I reached between her thighs from behind, slipping through her legs, and let my fingers caress her pussy.

When I stood there, naked except for my panties, my skin tingling as I thought about how anyone could look in through the windows, how someone could use the elevator, and they’d see us—there was no way they couldn’t, not with how the floor was set up—I wasn’t sure if I wanted to faint, fuck, or fumble back into my clothes and flee.

Inessa’s legs were spread wide, her pussy was on display, and my dick had just been inside her. Until the fucking phone rang. Most people might be able to ignore a phone call, but in my line of work, and with the situation brewing between the Italians and Bratva, ignoring my cell wasn’t something I could do right now.

She moaned as I thrust into her, and as the sound washed over me, I grunted, then reached behind me on the nightstand for the two boxes I had there.