The Mobster’s Flower (Men of Valor Springs #3)

Chapter Five

Rue

Wait, what just happened?

And why is the man who seconds ago promised to wreck me walking away? The spot between my legs is slick with arousal and my nipples ache with need, and…he’s just going to walk away?

He is the reason I am like this in the first place.

I watch Vlad leave the warehouse, and I have to force my shaky legs to work so I can rush after him. I catch up with him just as he is stepping outside. I silently watch as the man starts to lock the door and realize he is serious about leaving. Is this it? He said he didn’t want to do anything here, but did he only say that as a way to put a stop to what was happening? My behavior, which was so out of character for me, suddenly makes me flush with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, hating the shakiness in my voice.

Was it pathetic of me to beg this man for something so needily when we’d only just met? Maybe, but I could have sworn he was into it too. He kissed me back after all. Heck, I can still see the outline of his erection. His massive bulge makes it obvious that I am not alone in this feeling.

He wants me too, so why is he fighting it?

“Not here,” he says firmly, turning away and walking toward the car. He opens the passenger door for me, and I look at him nervously before climbing in. I wait for him to get in as well before turning to him.

It occurs to me that his obvious arousal might just have been a physical reaction to stimulus. That doesn’t necessarily mean that he wants sex with me. The thought has my stomach churning. “You can tell me if you just don’t want me. For what it’s worth, I enjoyed it.”

This is a new side of me. In a different setting, I wouldn’t be brave enough to face Vlad even without the reputation attached to his name. This bold side of me takes me completely by surprise, but I need to know what he’s thinking. I need to know if I’m alone in my desire.

My body craves this man, but so does my mind. When he is close, touching and kissing me, I can let go of everything else and relax. He makes me forget, and right now, I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts for another second.

It’s driving me insane.

Vlad goes to start the car, but I grab his hand before he can. “Rue, I’m trying to be considerate.”

“I don’t need you to be.”

The one man that everyone in Valor Springs thinks is dangerous, and he chooses now to be a gentleman. I watch him to see if he changes his mind about waiting, but still, he resists, which chips a little at my ego, so I pull my hand away from his. “I understand. You can drop me off anywhere in town, and I’ll find a ride home.”

The words are said carelessly and laced with hurt that I can’t hide. Up until the moment I met Vlad, I had never once entertained the thought of being intimate with a guy. Of course, I thought about romance, loving someone and having them love me back. I always thought my first time would be romantic. That it would happen in a bed full of red rose petals, but I never imagined that when I did finally meet a man I want, everything else—including the location—wouldn’t matter.

My words are meant to offer him an easy way out of what is quickly becoming an awkward situation.

Vlad takes my words as a threat.

The second the words are out, he wraps his arms around me and plucks me from my seat and onto his lap so I’m straddling him. There is a dark expression on his face that looks like he’s seconds away from tearing someone to shreds, and for the first time since meeting him, I see what others fear.

But I only feel excitement.

“I’m not dropping you off anywhere. I’m going to take you somewhere that’s nicer than a fucking dirty warehouse and finish what we started,” he growls, and I can practically see the lust in his eyes. “When you begged me to take you in that warehouse, you made me a promise. Your virginity is mine. It’ll be my name on your lips when you come for the first time, little girl.”

I open my lips to tell him I don’t’ care where we are, that I want that—him—right now, but I can’t get the words out. Not when he’s staring at me the way he is, with a look so possessive it terrifies and thrills me in equal measure. I can smell his expensive aftershave, which carries hints of wood and musk, creating a rich and earthy scent that is warm and sensual.

His mouth is so close to mine, I can feel his warm breath against my lips, but it’s the hard bulge pressed directly against my clothed sex that has my breathing growing shot. I tug at my dress, shuffling a little on his lap as I do so, and that makes my breath catch in my throat when I accidentally rake my aching center over his hard ridge.

And then I can’t stop.

I want the feeling again. It’s almost as if something feral takes over me as I rock my pussy over his erection, the friction causing my breath to come out in short gasps.

“ Oh God ,” I moan shamelessly, slapping my palm over his chest as I chase the delicious feeling.

I know I’ll look back to this moment—this day in its entirety—and want to hide from mortification, but right now, nothing matters but this man and the feeling only he has ever given me.

Vlad grabs my thighs and halts my movements. “You are such a tease, little girl,” he says gruffly, sliding his hands under my dress, causing the deep pulse between my thighs to grow. “Do you know what happens when little girls play with fire?” He drags his hands up to my naked waist before yanking me hard against him, making me whimper with need.

“I don’t care,” I whine, half delirious with desperation and tired of his delays. I am not afraid of him. Nothing he does to me will hurt more than what already happened today, and that’s why I need him. Why I need this.

I rest my hands on the back of the driver’s seat and start rolling my hips once more, grinding over his erection and chasing the delicious feeling that tugs at the base of my stomach “I don’t want to stop. Don’t tell me to stop.”

“I won’t.”

The kiss is feral. The way he grabs my nape and kisses me like my lips hold the air he needs to live, and I let him. Vlad buries his fingers into my hair as he plummets his tongue into my mouth. It’s hungry and downright obscene the way he kisses me…the way I kiss him back.

It doesn’t even occur to me that I just met this man or that he’s a dangerous criminal, only that I want him. I crave him.

The wet glide of our tongues is downright sinful but it feels perfect. A whimper climbs up my throat when he brings his free hand to my breast and fondles me through my dress. I roll my hips over his erection, feeling the pressure in my sex grow when his knuckles clamp down around my aching nipple and tug.

“Oh!” I cry out, my back arching and pressing hard on the steering wheel, barely registering the uncomfortable feeling.

“You are fucking drug, little girl,” he grinds out, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down my chin and to my neck. “No one has come close to making me lose my fucking mind the way I do with you.”

Vlad takes me by surprise when he grabs the neckline of my dress and yanks it down, tearing at the fabric when he does so. His mouth kisses a trail down my throat as he tugs hard at my bra, breaking the clasp as well. He’s like an animal, seeking…tearing at whatever’s in his way, and all I can do is brace myself, but nothing prepares me for when he leans down and licks at my nipple.

“Fucking hell, baby. Your tits are gorgeous,” he growls deeply, dragging the pad of his tongue over my bud and kneading the other firmly in his hand. “So fucking perfect, greedy little nipples begging for a man’s touch.”

Yes.

Wet heat pools at my core and a cry rises in my throat when he pinches a beaded nipple between his long-calloused fingers and draws the other into his mouth. My head spins at the wet suction. There is nothing gentle about the way he tugs at the sensitive beads, rolling his tongue around the bud and sending a storm of heat licking up my body.

“Vlad!” I whimper when he grazes my nipple with his teeth, shifting his attention between the pair until I am trembling with the need for more. “Vlad, please .”

Vlad makes a low guttural noise in the back of his throat as pulls away. He opens the car door, and then, I am being lifted out of the car with my legs tightly wrapped around him and naked breasts pressed hard against his chest. I don’t care to look where he’s taking me as I drop my mouth to his neck, licking at his tattoos and taking in his strong, intoxicating scent, burying myself in him and half-crazed with lust.

Some part of my brain registers when he opens the back door and guides me inside before following. The back seat of his large SUV is spacious, but with Vlad’s broad frame, it’s still a tight fit, so I reach back and brace myself against the passenger side door. When Vlad climbs in after me—like a predator stalking prey—I am already craving the hard feel of his body against mine. My hand is on his jaw and my lips are seeking his before we’re even settled.

He tears off the rest of my dress as he kisses me, and it’s in tatters before his mouth starts traveling down my body. I’m trembling by the time his lips make it to the spot above my sex.

I’ve heard about this, even watched it in porn one time when I’d gotten brave enough to look it up.

I always imagined what it would feel like when a man kisses a woman down there, and when Vlad grabs my panties and yanks them down my thighs, I find that I want more than anything to know what it will feel like to have his mouth down there. He grabs my knees and pushes them up, bending them and leaving my sex exposed. My cheeks flare with mortification, but I asked for this, did I not?

Will I like it?

What a stupid thought. This is Vlad. The man who, with a simple touch, is able to erase thoughts from of my mind, and it doesn’t matter what he does to me, I know I will like—

A scream climbs up my throat and my back presses into the car seat when I feel the wet slide of his tongue over the valley of my sex. There is little warning, and I don’t know what I was expecting, but it’s not this stomach-clenching, toe-curling feeling that rocks my body when the man runs his tongue over my parted feminine lips and licks at my arousal.

It’s dizzying, the feeling.

“Vlad, oh my God,” I sob when he presses his fingers into my thigh and strokes my clit with the tip of his tongue. He makes a deep guttural noise as he laps at my arousal, teasing my clit in swift strokes that cause a storm of heat pooling in my belly and threatening to burst any second.

My hips jump off the seat as I try to chase the feeling, but he presses them down hard, humming in the back of his throat as he drives me to the brink of madness with his mouth. My sex aches with a need unlike anything I have felt before, but everything goes static when his mouth closes hotly over my sensitive clit, sucking the bud between his lips in hungry licks.

The dam breaks, and I orgasm with a sob, my sex clenching and releasing around his tongue. He doesn’t stop, drawing out the orgasm until I am a trembling mess with all my senses fried to a crisp.

My mind is empty and breathing labored when he finally pulls away from me. He kneels between my parted thighs and starts tugging at his pants, pulling down the zipper so forcefully, it almost snaps. I watch with glazed eyes as he shoves down his pants and fists his thick cock, taking it out of his briefs.

I’ve seen a cock before. Not in real life, but in the porn videos I saw the one night I’d been brave enough to look…

Christ, whatever this man is packing is nothing like the cocks I saw in those videos. It’s massive Nestled in dark hair, it looks angry with veins popping against the massive girth, and for the first time since begging this man to have sex with me, I reconsider my stance.

“Vlad,” I whisper, suddenly nervous.

There is a heated, feral, and almost predatory look on his face as he climbs up my body, licking at his glistening lips. Vlad braces his left arm on the spot beside my head, those dark eyes boring into mine as he brings his shaft between my legs. “I’m doing this raw,” he growls deeply. “Teach little girls not to go around playing with fire.”

“Vlad,” I whisper again, weakly this time. “I…I don’t think… It won’t fit.”

“It will,” he promises, rubbing his thick cockhead over my sex, gathering my arousal to the tip of his shaft before pressing it to my entrance. “This pussy was made to take my cock. It’ll fit.” He thrusts his hips forward, and I wince at the hard press of his shaft inside of me, stretching me.

“So big,” I whimper, even if he’s barely in.

“You are so fucking tight, Rue,” he grinds out through clenched teeth. His chest is heaving as he slides another inch into my body, his face a mask of control, but I can see it slipping slowly. Vlad is holding back when he assured me he wouldn’t. It’s almost as if the man is fighting his true nature so he doesn’t hurt me.

It’s what he’s been doing the entire time. Putting my needs first over his own despite everything in him fighting against it. My heart tugs in my chest at his restraint, and I realize that I want to make him feel good too.

“Do it,” I whisper, bringing my fingers to the man’s face. “I want to feel all of you in me.” Not sure if that is possible but everything else about this man fits perfectly well with me so I am going off blind hope that this part of us does so as well.

His face is a mask of pain when our eyes lock, but I see his control slip as he grabs onto my thigh and slams into me, filling me with every inch of his manhood, driving my back up the seat. “Fuuuck!” he roars with his massive cock buried inside of me. “Fuck, you are so tight. So, fucking gorgeous.”

A barrage of sensations overwhelms me.

It hurts. But of course, it hurts, the man is built like a bull. I can feel every inch of him inside of me, but on top of the discomfort I feel as my muscles flex around his massive erection, there is…need.

There’s euphoria.

I always thought about the moment I would lose my virginity. How it would happen and when. Would it be at night or day? I thought about all the semantics of it, but never about the man I would lose it to.

Your virginity is mine!

Or the fact that I would feel his heart beat in tune with mine and crave to be one with him not just in body but in soul. No, I did not account for the fact that the experience would go beyond physical. My eyes well up as I stare up at the man, hating the way my heart trembles as he looks down at me with thinly veiled concern.

I can’t fall for him. That would be disastrous, and yet, I see myself growing addicted to everything about this man.

Do you know what happens when little girls play with fire?