Dangerous Beginnings (The Beginnings Duet #1)

You Belong to Me

Chapter 38

You Belong to Me

Isabella

His face comes close to mine before his lips press against my neck, a much better feeling than the knife I must admit. It’s hot, soft, and feels like a sin. The fact that he is so close to me should warn me, scare me. But it doesn’t, I can’t think straight and lose all my morals. A soft moan escapes my lips as he trails down my neck to my chest, my breast. I arch my neck while intending to push it closer to him, his hot lips pressing against my nipple. Slowly he wraps his lips around it and starts gently sucking it. By this time, I am a whimpering mess. His knees come in between my legs and spread them open, leaving me completely vulnerable and exposed at his mercy. My wrist pulls at the tie that binds them to the headboard, leaving no space for movement.

Another moan lingers in the air and by now I’m whimpering underneath him, a mess, for him. And again, when I’m reaching my climax, he stops. I tug on the bindings above my head and try to close my legs, but he stops me, his knees solid in place. His lips trail down my neck, and I can feel him leaving bruises in the midst of it. He’s marking my skin, marking me. His breath is hot against my skin, his inked fingers dig into my raw porcelain skin. As his mouth moves down to my stomach the butterflies fly loose. Everything becomes blurry. Nothing matters anymore apart from this moment. His lips move towards my heated core. I move my hips towards his embrace. It’s a new feeling that fills me, a feeling that I’ve never felt before.

Suddenly his teeth wrap around my clit, a small bit of rough enforcement, a bite. I yelp as I try to move my hips away from his devilish actions. I think by now my face is as red as a tomato, or worse.

His mouth moves from my core to my nipple again, his rough fingers pushing inside of me again, slowly and somewhat faster and faster. I’m a moaning mess and there is no way I can hide my arousal from him. He’s pushing in and out of me in a steady rhythm. My hips lift themselves, searching for more of him. More of his touch.

“Now that’s a good girl. ” The venom crashes its way further through my veins. My toes curl and everything inside me is warm. Now I’ve known since I was sixteen that I had abnormal tendencies, but I always thought they would remain tucked in the dark corners of my heart. But having the boss of the Russian mafia as your first real sexual encounter surpasses them all. Besides the age difference, that’s just an accessory at this point.

This is the monster I should fear out of everyone in the world, and yet I have never felt more safe and wanted as of right now. I feel empowered. I feel power dripping from my fingertips, knowing someone like him with so much power would want someone like me.

“Come for me.” My body ignites and a heat wave makes its way down my stomach. “You don’t know what you do to me.” The rawness of his voice matches the desire in his eyes—dark and fathomless—I feel it in my bones. It is that look, those words, and spoken in that voice with that accent that tips me over the edge. The long tease is coming to an end.

I come with a sharp cry, my body shuddering. His face comes up, inches away from mine. His lips are barely touching mine, while his eyes lock on mine. For every time he’s locked eyes with me, this time it’s different. There is something else that has never been there before. Our breaths mingle for a second, a breathless moment. The world around us stops, time stops, everything stops. His breath smells like liquor and cigarettes, with a hint of mint. It intoxicates me. And it has been for months now. Ever since I saw him.