Page 100 of Mob Queen

“Don’t you dare make me look like the bad guy here,” she warns. “Because this?” She gestures between us. “Is a two-way fucking street. You want me as much as I want you. The only difference is you’re soft and I’m hard. You’re not used to my side of the darkness, but don’t worry, I’ll toughen you up.” She winks before heading out of the bedroom.

“I don’t want to be toughened up,” I yell after her.

She returns to the bedroom and places her hand to her hip. “Then there’s your answer. You don’t want this world.” She points to the door. “So fuck off.” Frankie is unrelenting as her face hardens. “Go.”

“I don’t want to,” I say in a smaller voice.

“Then what do you want, Miller?”

I start pacing her room as I rake my hand through my hair. She’s right, I am as responsible as she is. I wanted to blame Frankie, but, I can’t. I twist to face her, but she’s disappeared.

Of course she has. Frankie’s had her say and is done.

I sit on the edge of the bed for a few minutes before I find my t-shirt and jeans, then head downstairs to find Frankie. She’s in the library nursing a scotch. Her normal go-to when she’s stressed. I pour myself a drink and sit opposite her. “Are you leaving?”

“No.” I sip on my drink. “But, we do need to talk about what happened.”

“What do you honestly want? Do you think I’m a white picket fence, two-point-five kids, happy family kinda woman?” She shakes her head. “I’m not the type to cook you a meal and wait on you hand and foot.”

“That’s not what I’m asking for.”

“Then you must be looking for a way out, and if that’s the case, then you’ve got it. But don’t you dare say you’re leaving because of who I am. Because we both know, I’ve never hidden it from you, or anyone else.”

The library is blanketed in tense silence while we both nurse our drinks. My mind is clouded by the feelings I have for her, and I fucking love it. “My whole life I’ve been the good guy,” I start. “I’ve never done anything at all that can put me in the villain boat.”

“Until me. Because I’m the damn villain.”

“Yeah, and I hate how easily I’ve fallen for you.”

Frankie’s brows rise but she slowly brings the glass to her lips and takes a sip. “You’ve fallen for me?” she says with a voice crack.

“I once told you I’d never compromise who I am, but...” I intake a breath and shake my head. “I’d give anything for you, including my job.” Fuck, what did I just admit to?

Frankie slams the rest of her drink back then lowers the glass to sit on the arm of her chair. “Then don’t quit.”

“Why not?”

“Because recently you gave your FBI buddy the information to help those women who were forced into prostitution. Look at the good you did.” She blinks and releases a humorless chuckle. “Both of us can’t be evil fucks. You keep being the good guy you are and I’ll keep being the soul-less fuck I am.” I’m not even sure how to respond to that. “It’s why we work. You keep me human and I show you how much fun the darkness can be.”

“That’s it then. Until I’m thrown in jail, I’ll keep doing what I’m doing.”

She shakes her head before quickly standing to her feet. She walks over to me, leans down and places her lips on mine. I weave my hand into the back of her hair and drag her to straddle my hips. “You know what I love about our arrangement?” she murmurs against my lips as she grinds onto my growing cock.

“What?”

“I love how much I own you out of the bedroom.” She lowers her hand and grips my cock. “And how you own me inside of it.”

Frankie palms my cock and I roll my head back, appreciating her hand. It takes me a second to lift my head, and push her off of me. “Then be a good girl, and suck me.”

“But I want to fuck you,” she says with confidence as she stands with her shoulders back in front of me.

I let my gaze travel her body until they land on her pussy. I grab her hips and nuzzle into her. She smells like sin, ready to rip my soul apart. I lift my head to look up at her. “No you don’t, you want my cock in your mouth. Now, on your knees.” I throw the cushion from beside me on the floor.

A slight smile tugs at her lips. I can see she wants to be defiant, but something darkens her and she lowers to her knees. She unzips my jeans and my cock springs free. Frankie lowers her head and licks at the tip. My eyes roll closed as I lace my fingers through her hair. Her bun is so loose now that it’s basically non-existent. I love her curly hair, it’s so unruly, like she is. But when she’s compliant and submissive, something else takes her over. She’s simply perfect.

“I said suck.” I push her head down until I hear her gag as my cock hits the back of her throat.

With my eyes glued to her, I bob her head up and down, gripping her hair in a fist. Frankie is gurgling while I fuck her mouth ferociously. She moves her hand inside her tights and plays with herself.

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