Page 50 of Mob Queen

“Your turn.” I grab the tie and wrap it several times around my hand. Dragging her to her feet, I turn Frankie around, kick her legs out and push her face down on the dining room table. My dinner is long forgotten, but at least I get to eat her. I want to bathe myself in everything Frankie, but I have to calm the fuck down before I lose my load and come off as a fucking dud. While keeping a tight hold on my tie, I fall to my knees and push my tongue in her pussy.

“Fuck,” she grumbles and thrusts backward. “Warn a girl next time.”

I lick, lave, and eat coaxing every morsel of liquid from her. She fiercely grinds against my face, deriving all her pleasure from my tongue and mouth. I suck on her plump clit, then drive my tongue into her dripping cunt. I thought her taste was addictive when I licked her off my fingers, now I know there’s no chance I’ll ever stop wanting her.

I bring Frankie to the verge of an orgasm, but pull back, refusing to let her release. “What are you doing?” she asks from over her shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up.” I force her head down on the table, smashing her cheek into it while tightening the tie like a noose around her neck. I lean over her naked body, still clothed except for my pants down around my ankles. “For once in your life be a good girl and stay exactly as you are.”

“Being good isn’t as fun as being bad.”

I chuckle as I reach for my wallet and retrieve a condom. I rip the packet and slide on the condom. Once it’s on, I cover her body with mine and thrust into Frankie. “I know you’re a bad, bad girl.” I lift off her and slap her ass, hard. My handprints instantly redden her cheeks. Frankie clenches around my cock, and that’s enough to tell me, she enjoys a firm hand. I pull on the tie, and she grabs the edge of my table. I spank her so hard it actually moves her forward.

“Yes,” she groans with a husky breath. Her upper thighs don’t escape my heavy hand. “More,” she shamelessly begs. I pull the tie back, carefully watching that I don’t take it too far. “More.” Her dark eyes glass over before she shuts them. I spank her even harder. Her ass and her thighs are perfectly red. “More.” I tighten the tie once again, watching her breathing patterns. She’s getting off on the hurt. I’m getting off on watching her melt from my mistreatment. I’m ravaging Frankie, degrading her. She loves it, and I’ve found something that’s sending me closer to my own release.

I pull out of her, spin Frankie around, lift her leg to hook it over my hip and flick her clit with force. I thrust into her again as Frankie lets out a throaty cry. “You’ll take everything I give you.”

“More, please, I want more.”

I wrap my hands around her throat, squeezing until I see her eyes close. Her breathing is rapid, and her wetness is dripping down our legs. I release her neck, pull out, and slap her clit three times in quick succession. It takes me thrusting into her once again for her to come so hard her body vibrates against mine. She moans as I fuck her until I groan and roll my head back with my own release.

Frankie is limp as she lies on the dining room table. I pull out of her, grab her shoulders and move Frankie to sit on my lap. I reach for my suit jacket and throw it over her shoulders. She snuggles into me as she catches her breath. “Are you okay?” I draw lazy circles on her back.

I can feel her hot breath on my neck, but she finally nods. “I needed that,” she says in a small voice. This is the most vulnerable I think Frankie DeLuca has ever been. “I had no idea how badly I needed a good fucking.”

Of course, I hear the only thing I want to. “So I was good?”

“Ugh.” She pushes off and throws my jacket at me. “Really, you had to go and fuck it up?” She takes a wobbly step backward.

I jump to my feet and reach for her. “Where are you going?” Frankie leans against the table and lifts her hand to stop me touching her. “Looks like calm Frankie is gone, and hard-ass Frankie is back.”

She’s leaning against the table, staring at me. Her eyes are hard, her jaw is clenched and she’s shaking her head. “You like me on my knees, don’t you?” she spits with venom.

“Yes, I fucking do. And, while we’re on the subject, so do you.”

“Fuck off.” She moves off the table and heads to her clothes.

“Are you telling me you didn’t enjoy that?”

“I had an itch and you were the one who was around to scratch it.” Frankie is stiff, yet laser sharp with her movements. “Besides, you hit like a fucking pussy. This.” She turns to show me the start of the bruising on her ass and thighs. “Isn’t even worth telling anyone about,” she berates.

“You’re starting an argument over nothing.” Frankie doesn’t even bother putting on her clothes, she looks me up and down and walks out of my front door completely naked. I run after her to bring her back so she can at least put her clothes on. But her henchman is waiting by the car, the back door open. “Frankie!”

She stops and turns. “We’re done. Watch your back, Miller.” Frankie pivots like she doesn’t have a care in the world and gets into the back of the car.

My head is still spinning as I watch her drive away. I stand staring at the back of the car until her taillights are out of sight.

I rake my hand through my hair completely baffled by what just happened. “What the fuck?”

Chapter 17

Frankie

“What am I doing today, Frankie?” Alfonso asks as I climb up on the portable bed.

“I want a gun, here.” I point to the back of my upper arm.

"Do you have a specific style in mind?”

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