Sold to the mafia boss

“Logan?” I asked when there was no response.

“Yeah?” The huskiness in his tone made me straighten and turn to look at him.

My breath caught. He was standing tall in front of me, his hands resting on the table next to the wall, watching me with hooded eyes. That lingering, intense, and measuring look caused my pulse to quicken.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Um…” I had to search my brain for my thoughts. Oh right. Dinner. “Did you have dinner yet?”

His pink tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. “Yeah.” He paused, then said, “But I feel like eating.”

I held on to the flower glass for support. My knees suddenly felt weak. “I-I’ll make you something to eat. What would you like?”

He shook his head no, but his eyes told me everything he wanted. And then…

“I would really like,” he said, his voice low, “to eat you.”

My eyes widened, breaths coming in pants as my heart thudded against my chest. He made a mesmerizing picture, standing there watching my every move. As if he’d made a mistake of saying that, his eyes holds still for a second. Then in one swift move, he’s standing right in front of me again, grabbing me hard by the waist and yanking me impossibly into his chest.

His nose nozzled my chin as he moaned words into my neck ” God you turn me on so fucking much, without even trying”

His eyes swept from my face down to my chest, lingering there before moving back up to meet my gaze. I could see the straint he had on himself, I could see the desire burning in his eyes. I knew he wanted me and I didn’t know how much longer I could keep lying to myself that I didn’t want him too. Or maybe I was finally pushing through with the original plan. Have him trust me and then escape. And that included giving him my body.

I saw the veins pop out on his neck as his hand squeezed my back and he whispered again “you have no idea what you do to me, Layla, how much you turn me on. You have no idea how much I’m tempted to take you here right now”

“Then take me” I said the words before I could stop myself, gazing into his eyes and hoping he’d see the truth in them.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“But you’re not ready,” his lips packed mine “I won’t be able to stop myself”

“I don’t want you to” I moaned back.

His eyes mesmerized me as they watched me.

There was something powerfully irresistible about him when he was in this mood. Playful, teasing…in charge.

As if he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

As if he would just take what he wanted, whenever he wanted. It was magnetic.

I felt the charge in the air, felt something momentous was about to happen. My steps faltered, and I averted my gaze.

A million thoughts crossed my mind. Doubts, insecurities, hesitations, paralyzing me for a moment.

“layla”

I looked up. The look of love and tenderness in his dark eyes was all the answer I needed. This was Logan. The man who’d showed me what love could be like.

The same man-the only one-who had shown me what it was to desire. To want to be touched, be kissed, be savored, and to make him feel the same.

The same man who had shown me how it was to love and be loved in return.

It was like having a secret I’d held in my fist for so long, but now I wanted to let it go. I wanted to reveal it, but only to him. Only to him.

All of the things that I had gone through-all the suffering and heartbreak-had led me here. To him. To this moment.

I stood up straight and matched his eyes proportionally.

I felt the heat of his gaze on my skin as he watched me close the distance between our faces.

A triumphant smile spread on his full lips before his hands banded around my waist, dragging down to cup my ass as he turned us around and lifted me onto the high draw table, his strong arm knocking off the vase on top of it.

His eyes watched me as he patted my legs, aligning between them.

I parted them willingly, and he stepped in between them. My head fell back, and I flattened my palms against the counter to keep my balance-and give him better access.

Logan pressed his lips to that sensitive part below my ear, licking and sucking, sending goose bumps dancing along my arms and legs. His hands slid down my thighs, up and down, up and down, fingers digging into my skin. He pulled me closer, fitting snugly between my legs.

“I’m really, really hungry. In fact,” he growled, “I’m starving.”

I swallowed a moan and unconsciously arched my hips up against him. The tone of his voice, so low and deep, made me feel a hot longing in my stomach.

“There are so many things I want to do to you.” He hooked my legs around his waist and ground his hips against me, pressing his arousal against that part of my body where every sensation seemed to be magnified a hundredfold.

This time, a moan of pleasure escaped my lips. Feeling bold, I asked, “Like what?”

He pulled back a little, and I could tell he hadn’t expected me to ask that. But he recovered quickly, smiling in a way that said Challenge accepted.

He touched the tip of his tongue to his top lip before he leaned closer and murmured in my ear, “I want to bury my face between your legs.”

I gasped loudly.

Hot. I felt hot. All over.

“Does that scare you?” he asked.

I swallowed. Hard. Suddenly, I wanted to close my legs, wanting to rub them together. The way his brown eyes lit up made me think he knew exactly what I was feeling.

Something very warm was sliding through my veins, making my skin feel tight. I had this unexplainable urge to be closer to him-closer than this. I wanted to feel him skin on skin. I shook my head.

His lips grazed my ear, and an involuntary shiver raced up my spine. “Do you know what I think about?” he asked.

His big, warm hands moved down to caress my thighs, squeezing them possessively.