Sold to the mafia boss

Logan’s P. O. V.

As I yanked her into me, pressed her back into the wall and watched how wide her eyes went in surprise, I began to wonder so many things. I wondered what she wore underneath that slim dress that seemed to be a big barrier between my body and hers. Images of scanty black lace wreaked havoc with my mind, but even the thought of her in flannel pants and a cropped T-shirt did things to him no other woman had ever accomplished.

She turned me on without even trying. The way her lips parted sensually as her eyes watched me, the way she tried to control her ragged breath, the way her back is arched so her chest is pressed up, half of her cupped breasts in full display. And I smiled at how wired yet beautiful my mood had changed from being angry just a while ago to wanting her so badly now.

My groin felt heavy and I knew I needed to pour everything into her.

” Logan . . . . . .” Her voice cuts through my mind like a scissor.

I did the only thing I should to shut her up. I lounged for her succulent looking lips and kissed them. She tries to fight me off but I hold her arms still against the walls. I pushed my tongue further inside but she cages her mouth well with her teeth so I pulled back.

” You are the woman who turns me on quicker than any other woman has ever succeeded in doing ” I told her honestly, reaching my voice deep into her soul. I loved how my voice affected her, loved how she was losing control, how she was breathing. I could only wonder what was going on in her little mind.

Her eyes brightens up either in surprise or relief as to my reply to her question. That’s when I leant in closer to kiss her.

But she inches her face away. Only looking back to search my eyes. Then I got the hint immediately that she had something in her mind that she needed to get out.

” You can tell me . . . . . .” I assured her, my hands going up to cup her delicate face.

” Let’s get married ” she cuts me off.

I froze for that split second before regaining myself and dropping my hand from her face to her shoulder. I’d thought that was some joke because marriage was the last thing I thought Layla would ever want with me. But the longer I watched her eyes, the more I saw every reason to believe she was being honest with every word she just said.

” I’m sorry . . . . I just, ” she struggles to get her words out ” I love you so much and…. I think I wanna spend the rest of my life with you and I can’t always be here with my heart divided and….. ”

I cut her off as I claimed her lips once again, this time with a much bigger purpose. With that simple kiss I was conveying a message to her. I was telling her that she didn’t need to explain herself, that I was sorry she had to say it first.

” I should be the one asking you and…. Yes, let’s get married, Layla ” I replied, my heart summersuting inside my rib cage.

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” Let’s get married ” as soon as I the words left my mouth, I didn’t know how I’d managed to get the word out. The idea was to change this stupid game I was playing with him but his reaction had surprised me. He didn’t just agree to get married with me, he has had it in his mind all along. And he wanted to marry me.

A while ago we were yelling at each other and I’d thought he was gonna hit me again. But everything seems to have taken a better turn.

Logan leans in again, snaking a hand around my waist, his eyes glistening as they watched me carefully.

He stamped his mouth over mine, not giving me a chance to think or back off or push him away. He invaded my mouth, plunging his tongue inside the slick, silky cave, then closed his lips around the wet flesh and sucked hard.

I grabbed for his shoulders, and made a little moan deep in my throat.

Then I exploded.

I reached up and tangled my fingers into his hair, holding his head as I kissed him back and met demand with demand. My hips rose up to thrust against him, and his taste and smell invaded me like a drug.

My skin burned as all the pent up desire I’d buried deep burst out of my body in a flood of heat. I was ravenous for his taste, for his hands to strip off my clothes and take me right there against the wall, and I reveled in his wild response that was so opposite his rigid control.

Control.

He tossed me on the bed and finished his strip tease. Unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. Slid the belt buckle from the loops and lowered the zipper. Kicked off his pants in one swift motion. All of this was done as I sprawled in the center of the bed and stared at him as if he were my own private Chippendale dancer.

Nope, he was even better.

All lean sinewy muscle and gilded blond hair. Trim hips and hard thighs and an erection that stood proudly between his legs, hidden from view by a pair of black briefs. My fingers curled into my palms as my fantasy joined me on the bed and settled against me.

” Your turn.” His voice scraped like sandpaper over my ears, one side rough, the other smooth. He reached behind me and slid the zipper down.