Russian Mobster's Pregnant Mistress by Bella Rose Read Free Book Online

back. He loomed overhead in the darkness, his features strangely familiar. How could she feel so free with him though they barely knew each other?
    “Jacob,” she murmured. “Please?”
    He cupped her cheek gently in his palm. “I know what you need.”
    Then he surged deeply inside her body, and Maggie decided he knew exactly what she needed. Lifting her knees, she spread herself wider and felt the satisfying sensation of deeper penetration. His cock brushed the sweet spot inside her body and she cried out in pleasure.
    She wrapped her arms around him and felt each muscle moving as he thrust into her pussy. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she was rewarded with a satisfied grunt from Jacob. She wanted to mark him like that, to score his skin with her nails and make him hers.
    Heat began building at the base of her spine. Her clit rubbed maddeningly against the base of his cock. Each movement sent a pinpoint of friction over the little bud until she was panting with the need for a second orgasm.
    She felt Jacob’s cock grow firmer inside her. He slowed his pace, his strokes long and hard as he fucked her with deliberate intent. Then she saw every muscle in his belly grow taut. He slipped one hand beneath her right leg and lifted it until she was nearly folded in half.
    This new position changed the point of contact and pushed Maggie over the edge. She screamed in ecstasy as her orgasm thundered through her veins. Closing her eyes, she let the sensations rage until she could barely breathe.
    “Maggie!” Jacob shouted. “I’m going to come. I can’t hold back any longer.”
    “Hold back?” she gasped. “Make me yours, Jacob. Please?”
    Her words seemed to push him over the edge. He surged hard against her as if he intended to split her in two. Then he gave one last thrust and convulsed. Maggie parted her lips in wonder as she felt the hot pulse of his semen spurting inside her body. It was oddly gratifying. For now this was her man and she was his woman. Beyond that, nothing else mattered.
    Jacob rolled himself to the side and hit the mattress as though he couldn’t even hold his own bodyweight anymore. He reached over and pulled her in close before groping around for the sheet. Once he’d tugged it over their bodies, Maggie tried to relax and allow herself to enjoy the sensation of snuggling after sex.
    “I think coming inside you actually makes me high,” he told her hoarsely. “This is either an aneurysm or the best buzz I’ve ever experienced.”
    “Let’s hope you’re just buzzed,” she murmured. “I would really hate to have to explain to Sasha that I assaulted you with my pussy and killed you off.”
    Jacob’s bark of laughter brought a smile to her face. “Yes. That would probably get his panties in quite the wad.”
    “Who is he exactly?” Maggie wasn’t really sure she wanted to discuss this topic, but it seemed prudent.
    “I suppose Sasha could be considered my lieutenant. He’s my second in command.”
    “He’s grouchy.”
    “That’s his job, although I have to agree with you. Sasha can be rather dour.”
    “I get the feeling he doesn’t like me.” Maggie thought about the way he’d approached her at Club 599.
    “It isn’t about like or dislike.” Jacob gently caressed her hair. “It’s more that Sasha feels my duties as head of the Dolohov crime syndicate put me in a position that doesn’t allow for this sort of frivolous interaction.”
    “So crime lords don’t get one-night stands,” Maggie teased. “That sucks. What does Sasha suggest? Order a Russian mail order bride?”
    “That would probably be his preferred method. Yes.”
    “You would be bored in a week.” Maggie wasn’t certain how she knew that, but she did.
    “Yes. But Sasha doesn’t feel as if boredom is really a bad thing.”
    Maggie made a face. “I can’t picture you doing the whole boring relationship, coming home every day and doing the same exact thing, never having anyone challenge you