Taken By The Mafia Lord

She felt it, the moment something pressed into her belly and Winters froze. Oh, she finally understood why Akim was in such distress and she went beet red in the face. Nor did it help matters that Akim was wearing sweatpants which meant there was no restriction like the jeans and everything was quite pronounced, hence she could feel everything, and boy, he was huge, Winters gulped down saliva.

"Just don't move and give me a minute to calm down," Akim told her

"Don't you think getting off would be much -" She was trying to move again when he stopped her.

"No!" He grabbed her arm.

Winters gave him a questioning look.

"I'm afraid you wouldn't look at me the same way if I dare to let you go now and I'm embarrassed as hell." He admitted, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Well, if it helps your embarrassment, then you should know that I'm kind of holding myself from kissing you right now," Winters refused to look him in the eyes, shame coating her cheeks.

It is over now. She failed to keep their friendship and Winters bet Akim would be out of here early tomorrow so they don't get to see each other. He told her already, that he wasn't ready for a relationship, it was the best way to keep them from hurting one another.

"Then maybe you should kiss me,"

Winters' head whipped around so fast she almost suffered a whiplash, her eyes wide with surprise.

"What did you just say?"

"Don't you want to kiss me?"

However, Winters shook her head in confusion, "But didn't you say -"

"I know what I said, Winters, and I was a dick. It's obvious that we are insanely attracted to each other and fighting it would only make the both of us miserable. My battle is not with the past, not you. So are you going to take advantage of the one-time chance to kiss the royal prince of Lincolnshire or not?"

A smirk curled Winters' lips to the side as she said, "What an honor you bestow on me your loyal highness, and wouldn't I be a fool not to make good of that?"

Winters lowered her head and Akim lifted his to meet her halfway, but she only let her lips ghost over the corners of his mouth and Akim let his head fall back to the armrest.

"I'm beginning to think this is not an honor, but a torture," He groaned.

There was a wicked glint in Winter's gaze, "You made me work for this, what makes you think you'll get it easily."

"Ooh, I'm scared," He teased her.

"You should be," Winters said just before she ground against him and Akim moaned, then she stole his air.

She slid his lips over his, the softness and the heat of his mouth taking her breath away. Something warm coils in her stomach and Winters continues to kiss him slowly as if taking her time to study the shape of his mouth. But Akim realized a guttural sound and deepens the kiss, his arms wrapping across her waist just as Winters sat astride him.

His tongue swiped into her mouth and she moaned, taking his minty taste with her. Her breath was ragged as she dug her hair into his blonde hair and pulled, he moaned loudly into her mouth, her core tingling with desire. Her body was no longer hers as she gave in to the fire burning between them.

Akim suddenly sat up with her, his hands cupping her bottom with their mouth joined together and began to grind her against him.

"Yes!" Winters let out a breathy moan, her eyes falling close from the pleasure. Her hand moved down to the back of his neck, pulling him flush against her while the other raked down his back.

"Give me more," She told Akim breathlessly as he used her hips to rock him, their breaths coming in gasps. He increased the pace and Winters rocked against him.

And when Winters toppled over the edge, she came so hard she didn't realize her fingers were squeezing his scalp tight and almost immediately, Akim cried out his release. The both of them were panting so hard by the time they were done and staring at each other only for a smile to appear on their faces.

Akim planted his lips over hers, kissing her hard and passionately. He kissed her neck, his teeth scraping her chin, and used his tongue to trace her pulse down from her jaw to her collarbone. He kissed the dip on her shoulder while placing his hands on her chest, kneading her breast.

"You need to clean up," Winters said in between a moan, referring to the wet patch on his trousers.

"Sure," Akim stole one more kiss before standing up to his feet. He then offered her his hand, saying, "Do you want to come to my room?"

She froze knowing what he was suggesting.

"Nope," Winters said and his face fell in disappointment.

She stood up to her feet and even with her height, Akim still towered over her. But that didn't stop Winters from raking her fingers along his shirt, pressing into the hard muscles there and communicating her need.

Winters clasped his cheek with her hands, "Baby steps," She said, "Do not be impatient, Akim. You love fast, you split fast. Love isn't meant to be hurried, it's savored,"

In one word, Winters wanted to go slow. You know build anticipation, trust, affection, those things. She wanted something…. real.

Damn, she's a lost cause.

"I loved before and it didn't go well," Akim told her and her heart sank.

"So you're giving up already?" Winters felt her heart breaking into a thousand pieces. In the end, she's all alone.

"All I'm saying is…." Akim wrapped his arm around his waist to her astonishment, "I'm a fool for love. So can I trust you with my heart, Winters?"

"Yes," She answered and Akim broke into a huge smile, hugging her tight.

Maybe things weren't so bad after all?

Yeah, except for the part where she was yet to tell him that she was a hacker and a spy in his household.

Welp.

Why is love so hard?