Morally Ambiguous: A Dark Mafia Romance (Morally Questionable Book 4)

by Veronica Lancet

  I don't wait for her to say anything as I take her to my room, fully intent on showing her just how much she means to me.

  The goddess of my heart.

  She doesn't question where we're going, or what I'm doing as I lay her on my bed, stepping away to watch her in all her glory, Spread out on the bed, she's temptation personified, the epitome of warmth on a cold winter night.

  Because she's the only thing that's made my frozen heart thaw, the ice slowly melting, the beats speeding up. And just like that, it beats only for her.

  "What are you doing?" she asks, almost shyly as she sees me open one drawer, taking out a bottle of body oil.

  Since I'd shopped for about everything a woman might require, I'm fully stocked to meet her every desire.

  "Spoiling you," I smirk at her as I lower myself on to the mattress, my hand slowly brushing up her thigh. "I want to take care of you," I continue, my hand moving higher until it reaches the curve of her ass.

  She purrs softly, turning on her stomach and pushing her ass in the air. Not unlike the first time I saw her, I find myself enthralled by her sinuous curves.

  I trace the contour of her cheeks with my fingers, enjoying the way goosebumps appear all over her skin.

  A faint shiver makes its way down her spine, a tiny mew escaping her lips as she closes her eyes, her entire body slack and relaxed as she lets me do whatever I want to her.

  Not one to let an invitation go to waste, I'm quick to squirt some oil into my palms, laying them on her skin and spreading the moisture all around.

  "That feels so good," she whimpers as I move higher, massaging the oil into her back.

  Straddling her ass, my dick is resting between her ass cheeks as my hands move gently up her back, massaging her shoulders and her neck.

  She doesn't realize, but there's an ever so slight thrust of her ass towards me, pushing my cock further into the valley of her ass, the action so innocent yet so maddening I have the hardest time controlling myself.

  I grit my teeth, continuing my ministrations and trying to ignore the way my cock seems to beg for mercy, the bastard twitching in search of her hole.

  This is about her!

  I repeat that in my head, trying to find some equilibrium. But the truth is that the moment I have Sisi naked in my bed all bets are off.

  "I should ask you for a massage every day from now on," she says, "you're quite good at it."

  "You'd be tempting fate, hell girl," I drawl, the thought of having her naked and under me every day without being able to do anything a pure torture. But if my girl wants a massage, then I can only indulge her.

  She raises her head, looking back at me, her eyes dipping to my painfully hard cock. Her mouth opens on a small o, her eyes widening slightly. Immediately, her lips twitch up, and a mischievous smile appears on her face.

  She scrambles back, disentangling her body from mine.

  I look at her questioningly. The oil covering her skin glints in the light, making her look ethereal like a fairy, the glossiness of her skin only increasing her appeal and making my blood thump faster, all of it pooling lower, and making my arousal incredibly painful.

  On all fours, she moves towards me, a sensuous glide of her limbs that stops my breath. Especially when she licks her lips, looking at me from beneath her lashes and tempting me to perdition.

  Fucking Hades!

  If I thought that I was gone before, then now I'm simply obliterated. The sight of her plump rosy mouth as she skims her teeth over the surface of her lower lip, nibbling so slightly, makes me physically ache.

  It takes Herculean strength for me to stay still and not do something I might regret–like pin her to the bed and find my relief in her sweet little body.

  "Fuck," I mutter under my breath, her hand on my cock as her tongue peeks out to lick the head. "Sisi," I groan, the wetness of her mouth too enticing for me to keep still.

  My fist wrapped in her hair, I urge her forward as she opens her mouth to take more of me in. Her tongue caresses the underside, and my breath quickens as she tightens her grip, sucking me deep into her mouth.

  She licks the entire length before placing a kiss on the head.

  Moving up my body, she twines her arms around my neck, her eyes on mine as she says the words that make my heart stop in my chest.

  "Please make love to me," she whispers.

  My eyes widen at her request and I search her face for any clue that it's what she really wants. There's a small trace of apprehension as she continues biting her lip, her gaze a mix of fear and desire.

  "You don't have to, Sisi. Certainly not to please me," I tell her, even though my balls draw up in protest.

  "I want to," she nuzzles my cheek. "I want you. I want to feel as close to you as I can," she continues, her hands splayed over my back.

  "Sisi..." I growl. She doesn't have to tell me twice. I shift her on her back, her legs open on either side of my body, her sweet pussy calling to me.

  My hands circle her waist as I bring my mouth to her skin, skimming the underside of her breast before taking a nipple in my mouth. I feast on her tits like a starved man. Holding her in my arms for so long yet not daring to do anything other than hug her had been agonizing.

  Now that she's finally given me the green light, I aim to worship her like the goddess she is.

  Her legs are restless as she's trying to push me up her body, her hands reaching for my cock. One look at her and I can see the frustration in her features, the way she's breathing hard as if she could die if I don't get inside her the very next second.

  "Not yet, my little sinner," I tell her, my tongue tracing the scar on the swell of her breast before moving to the small mark I'd left around her nipple, kissing it lightly. "You need to be ready to take me," I say as I move lower, sliding my tongue over her stomach before opening my lips and sucking on her skin, blood pooling to the surface and marking her as mine.

  I continue to take my time kissing her entire torso and leaving small love bites everywhere, pride swelling in my chest as I see her covered in my marks.

  "Please," she moans as I reach lower, my mouth hovering on top of her pussy. I inhale her scent, the musky flavor tickling my senses and intoxicating me.

  "This is mine, Sisi." I speak against her mound, brushing my mouth against her small lips and blowing soft air against her glistening arousal.

  "Yes," she replies on a breathy tone. Her eyes are closed, her spine arched, as she opens her legs even more, inviting me to feast on her.

  I trail my hands down her waist until my palms cup her hips, my thumbs pushing into the soft skin right above her hip bones as I bring her closer to my mouth.

  "Say it," I rasp out, my mouth watering for a taste.

  "Yours," she whimpers, trying to get me closer, "I'm all yours," she gives me the words that have the power to unman me.

  I trail my nose up her pussy, prying her lips open and giving her a long lick, lapping up her juices. She's already dripping, her pussy gushing out nectar for me to get drunk on.

  "I was made to worship your pussy, hell girl." I say as I drink her in. It's sweetness and sin mixed together in a deadly combination. Like ambrosia for a mere mortal, her essence has the power to make me invincible. Because with her by my side, I truly feel indestructible.

  Her hands find their way in my hair as I settle my attentions on her clit, sucking it into my mouth and making her scream in pleasure, her legs quivering, her thighs clenching around my head as she tries to keep me locked in place.

  Her breaths are uneven, and I don't let her get even one second of rest as I continue to tease her, eating her pussy up like it's the best meal I've had in my entire life. By now, we've explored each other's bodies enough to know exactly what the other likes, and I love using that knowledge to drive her crazy—time after time.

  By the time I'm done with her, she's going to be so wet and relaxed she's going to forget all about her fear, her pussy perfectly primed to swallow me all up.


  Using my tongue, I swirl it around her entrance, pushing it inside just enough to tickle the outer wall, knowing it only takes a few strokes for her to come.

  "Vlad!" she screams, her voice increasingly louder, her hands wreaking havoc on my scalp.

  Still, I don't stop.

  I feel the way her body's trembling as she's coming down from her climax, and I want her to ride her pleasure longer.

  I push two fingers at her entrance, testing her tightness. She's still snug as a glove, and for a moment I fear it might be painful for her again. But as soon as that thought crosses my mind I realize that if she still feels pain, then I haven't done my job right.

  My mouth on her clit, I start moving them in and out, feeling her walls clamp down on my fingers, her moans vibrating in the air. Adding a third finger, I try to stretch her even more.

  "Vlad..." she whispers on an uncertain tone, her eyes wide open to stare at me.

  "Shhh," I blow air over her clit, continuing to pump three fingers in and out of her. Although apprehensive in the beginning, she's starting to relax her muscles, her entrance stretched to allow for the extra girth.

  I increase the speed, biting on her clit at the same time.

  "Fuck! Vlad... I can't..." she tries to speak, but her entire body crashes as she starts trembling uncontrollably, her orgasm reverberating through every cell, and every corner of her being. Mouth agape, eyes rolled in the back of her head, she can only ride her pleasure before it starts to subside.

  Seeing her undone like this alone is better than a thousand orgasms, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed.

  I move up her body, still trailing kisses up her neck, sucking on her skin to place more visible marks on her body, wanting everyone to see who she belongs to.

  "I love you," I whisper before I take her lips in a long kiss, using my hand to align my cock to her entrance.

  I only get to nudge the head inside her warm heat before I feel her tense, her entire body stiffening up under me.

  "Sisi," I raise my head to look at her and I see the unshed tears at the corner of her eyes. She's trembling slightly as she tries to hold herself still. "We can stop," I tell her, my hand caressing her cheek.

  "No," she shakes her head. "I want this. I really do." She grips my shoulders, her legs tightening around my ass as she tries to bring me into her.

  Her features are strained, her eyes immediately closing as she waits for pain to come. Somehow, that alone is enough to make me stop.

  Placing my palms on her ass, I turn us around until my back hits the mattress, Sisi bouncing on top of me.

  Her eyes widen as she sees the shift in positions. Her pussy is sitting right on top of the base of my cock, her wetness dripping over my balls and making me groan in frustration.

  So close yet so far.

  Her gaze settles on my cock, apprehension in her eyes as she brushes one hand over my length, her lips pursing as she is undoubtedly thinking about my size and what that will mean to her body.

  "Sisi, look at me," I push her chin up. "This is all yours," I motion to my body. "You're in control, hell girl. So use me," I prompt her, hoping that by giving her the reins over this it seem less daunting.

  It takes everything in me to stay still as she slowly starts rocking over my cock, her eyes still assessing it with mild trepidation.

  But I just let her set her own pace, knowing she needs this to get over her fear.

  She props her knees on the mattress as she pushes herself forward. Taking my cock in her hand, she raises herself over me, positioning the head at her entrance.

  "You're in charge." I assure her once more.

  Nodding at me, she lowers herself slightly, and I watch mesmerized how her folds engulf my cock. The feel of her wet, warm walls immediately hits me like a bullet to the chest, and it takes everything in me to control myself. Especially as she's still so wary, even now closing her eyes, her lower lip trembling as she accepts me into her body.

  The moment I'm one inch inside she stops, a gasp escaping her lips. She braces her arms on my chest, holding herself still.

  "Does it hurt?" I ask immediately, worried.

  I'd tried my best to get her off as many times as possible to ensure she'd be slick and dripping, enough to take me in without issue. But I know my size, and even if she weren't still basically a virgin she'd have trouble fitting me inside of her.

  I raise my hand to her face, caressing her cheek with my knuckles.

  She bites her lip, her eyes on me as she slowly shakes her head.

  "I feel you stretching me," she says, lowering herself another inch. Mouth parted, a moan makes it past her lips as her eyes flutter closed—this time in pleasure, not trepidation. "It feels so good." She whimpers, and I finally relax, leaning back and letting her go at her own pace.

  "You're so thick and..." She trails off, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips as she seems to be at a loss of words. She looks so fucking sexy, like a wet dream come true, the sheen of perspiration on her body arousing me further as I can't help but imagine her entirely covered in my cum.

  Her hands are resting on my abdomen, her arms making an inverted triangle that emphasizes her luscious tits, perky and full and tempting me worse than the devil.

  Slowly, she pushes herself down another inch, my cock weeping with joy at being welcomed into heaven. I throw my head back, the feeling of being surrounded by her heat unlike any other. Since I don't remember a lot of my episode, this is the first time I'm experiencing this, the way my cock nestles right at home inside her.

  Her walls clamp down on me, squeezing me so tightly I have to make a conscious effort not to come too fast.

  "You feel like heaven, Sisi. Fuck..." I mutter incoherently, unable to verbalize just what she does to me.

  I'd known from the moment I had first seen her that she was temptation incarnate, succeeding in making me feel things that no other had before her. I'd known how dangerous she was–to my senses, to my heart, to my fucking everything. Because one bat of those pretty lashes of hers in my direction, and I was fucking damned.

  Damned to be her slave for an eternity.

  The corners of her mouth quirk up as she watches me surrender to the ecstasy of being inside of her, and she seems to gain new confidence as she takes one deep breath before pushing herself all the way down my cock.

  We both sigh in pleasure at the sensation, and for as long as I live I don't think I'll ever forget the sight of her on top of me, my cock so deep inside of her.

  "God, Vlad," she says on a breathy tone. "I had no idea," she seems just as dazed as I am as she rocks herself slightly, her walls stroking my cock in a tantalizing caress that has me see stars.

  Me neither.

  "Can you feel that, hell girl?" I ask as I splay my hand over her stomach, feeling the place where we are joined, "we're one."

  "Is that so?" she asks mischievously, her fingers drawing random figures on my chest. "Does that make you hell boy, then?" she gives me a wicked smile as she lifts herself ever so slightly before coming down again.

  My mouth opens to answer, but no sound comes out, the pleasure so intense I fear I may be forever broken.

  "As long as I'm your other half I'll be anything you want me to," I answer, my voice thick and husky. Anything to ensure that she's never leaving my side.

  "Hmm..." she trails off, moving her hands up my chest until she's resting on my pecs, and using me to push herself up, this time until I'm halfway out before sliding down again, more forcefully.

  "What if I decide to go take my vows and actually become a nun?" she continues to ask, and I see what she's trying to do. She wants to torture me, knowing that I could never last a day without her.

  It becomes increasingly difficult to stave off my climax, the little minx enjoying to torment me with her little movements.

  "Then I'll follow you and become a priest and I'll try to defile you at every turn," I answer on a strangled moan.

  "You're wicked." She swallows, her pupi
ls eclipsing her irises as she turns her gaze on me, desire dripping from it and only inflaming mine more.

  "I'm yours. However, and whoever you want me to be. I'm yours," I confess, my hands on her hips as I urge her to move—finally put me out of my misery.

  "Good," she smirks at me, raising herself up until my cock slips free of her pussy, and agony hits me immediately as I feel bereft without her warmth. "But all I want is you."

  Her small hand circles my length as she guides me back into her haven, easily lowering herself on me this time, her pussy so fucking soaking wet her juices are pouring down my shaft.

  Now this is what heaven feels like.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  I clench my thighs around him, pleasure shooting through me at the smallest movement.

  God, but I didn't realize it would be like this! I'd build up all that fear in my mind, thinking it would be like last time. There had been only pain. But now... only pleasure.

  I would have never thought that something as monstrously big as his dick would slide inside me so smoothly. Certainly not with the way it seemed to grow in size the more I stared at it. There had been a stretching sensation in the beginning, but even that had faded as I'd taken more of him into my body.

  I sigh out loud as I feel his cock hit deep within my womb. I'm just so full of him I don't think I want to be without again.

  "I didn't realize," I whisper as I brace myself over him, feeling his bulging muscles under my hands. "This feels so good I could pass out," I breathe out, the small rocking of his cock against my walls sending shivers down my back.

  My eyes snap shut as I feel myself coming, just from that tiny thrust alone.

  "I feel the same, Sisi," he rasps, raising himself on his elbows to come closer to me, "you make me feel things I never imagined before," he confesses, his words filling my entire being with warmth.

  I wound my arms around his neck, bringing him flush against me. My nipples brush against the smooth surface of his chest, and I shiver at the feeling of being so close to him.