Indulgence: A Russian Mafia Romance (Grekov Mafia Book 1) by Jacee Macguire Read Free Book Online Page A

together. Maybe if I just sipped the drink slowly until the food arrived, everything would be alright.
    “You will enjoy this, Da? It is the best way to try many kinds of Vodka at once.” A wicked smile crept onto his devilishly handsome face and I swooned.
    Nodding, I watched as he retrieved two shot glasses from the ice. “This is Purity. And this is Russian Standard.” He lifted Purity to his lips, taking a small sip before passing it to me. The liquid could only be described as a cold fire that burned its way luxuriously down my throat. “That’s quite good,” I said. “I like it.”
    “Da. It is one of my favorites.” Nikola placed his large hand on my thigh, giving it a light squeeze as he grabbed another shot of Vodka from the container. His fingers lazily drew small circles on my thigh and – God help me – I loved it. Downing another shot, I reveled in the warmth of his fingers as they inched higher and higher, reaching the hem of my dress. I squirmed like a virgin as he continued to tease me mercilessly.
    With the vodka weakening my resolve and his fingertips grazing the thin material of my panties, my legs spread just enough to give him better access to my already-moistened core. I gasped as his fingers brushed over my swollen clit, circling it slowly at first, then faster and faster, driving me wild. My hips inched forward, pressing into his fingers, needing more.
    Nikola moved the thin material of my panties aside, his fingers continuing their assault, strumming my swollen clit. My fingers gripping the edge of the table so hard my hands cramped, I whimpered as his thick finger slid between my liquor-coated folds, the pressure building to a crescendo. He drove his finger in and out, my muscles clamping down, spasming uncontrollably, until an orgasm more powerful than any I had ever experienced crashed over me. My body hummed as he slid his glistening finger from my pussy, leaving me breathless.
    “You are so sexy when you come for me,” Nikola said, his voice heavy with lust. He lifted his fingers to his mouth. “I can’t wait to taste your pussy.”
    “I... I have never done that before.”
    “There will be many firsts for you then. I will please you like no other. You will never forget me.”
    At first, his words shocked me, but that only lasted a heartbeat as I watched him suck the moisture from his fingers, tasting me. I shivered at the sight of his lips wrapped around his long fingers.
    We continued to share each of the shots. The entire time, he seemed to wait with baited breath for my opinion on each one. The whole experience was deliciously erotic. Watching his lips pucker on the rim of the shot glass, waiting for the moment the chilled burn of the vodka tickled its way down my throat, leaving me with a euphoric look of complete surrender. A look that could only be compared to the satiated afterglow of a sexual encounter that had rocked the world.
    With three shots left, Nikola began asking about me. I had hoped these questions would be asked when I was sober and could trust my answers completely but that obviously wasn’t happening.
    “What do you do for a living, Corsica?”
    Taking a sip of vodka, I answered, “I’m a food blogger. And you?”
    “I dabble in this and that. A business man, I guess you would say.”
    “Do you like it? Being your own boss, I mean?”
    “It has its perks. Instead of punching a clock, I am out with you. Being the boss is a good thing tonight,” he said in a husky voice, his hand gripping my thigh.
    I pushed his hand away, a rosy glow brightening my cheeks. “Someone will see.” I fired off another question, hoping to keep his amorous side at bay. “Do you live here? In New York?”
    “I am visiting on business for a few days. I live in Russia.”
    “I’ve never been to Russia but I’ve always dreamed of going there. It would be great to blog about all the restaurants there and try the traditional foods.”
    “Your work allows you to travel?