Page 81 of Mob Queen

“But...”

“There is no but to this,” Frankie says.

“What if...”

“Then I die,” she answers my unfinished question. “I know my time on this earth is limited, so I may as well make the best of it.”

I hate how blasé she is about her own life. There’s a tightening in my chest and a heaviness in my stomach at the thought of losing her. I push my plate to the side and stand. “I’m done,” I say as I grab my briefcase, suit jacket and head upstairs to the bedroom.

I strip and make my way into the bathroom to take a shower. Once under the stream. I close my eyes and relax into the warmth of the water. Frankie’s hands run up and down my back. “Why did you leave?”

“Because death, to you, is nothing.”

“We all die, Miller.”

I turn and take her into my arms. “But you don’t have to encourage it. Or seek it out.”

“I’m not doing either of those. I’m simply living the life I was born into.” Her curly, dark hair is being weighted under the pressure of the water. “Besides, it feels good to be bad.” She reaches up and places a kiss on my lips. “You can’t deny it, Miller. Since I’ve been fucking you, you’re having way more fun.”

“You’ve been fucking me?” I ask. Suddenly my mood is lifting.

“Yeah, do you honestly think a man like you could land a woman like me if I didn’t want it?”

I slide my hand down to her ass and spank it. “I’m way out of your league, DeLuca.” I grip her wrists and tighten my hands around them, immobilizing them. Instantly, Frankie’s eyes darken as her lids droop to half closed. “Such a slut for my cock.”

A smirk tugs at her lips. “It’s only because you can go for more than two minutes. What was it last time? Three minutes?”

“You’re begging to be spanked.”

“You have no idea.”

“If you want to be slapped...”

Her big brown eyes open and she says in a gruff voice, “Make me hurt.”

Those words are a lightning bolt to my cock, making me hard and desperate for her pussy. I push her legs open, and take both wrists in my hand. “If it gets to be too much, you just need to say gun.”

“Gun?” Frankie’s eyes light up. “Nothing you do will be too much.”

I insert a finger into her pussy and she automatically relaxes and sighs. I finger fuck her long enough to coax a beautiful moan from her. But that’s short-lived because I remove my hand and flick her clit, hard. She takes a sharp breath then releases it slowly. I should be careful, more loving, but Frankie doesn’t want loving. And neither do I.

I slap her pussy with so much force her arms and legs tense so she doesn’t hop backward. I lean down and take her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue and sucking on the tip. Frankie’s head rolls back as she enjoys the moment of calm. I pull my hand back and slap her pussy while I simultaneously move my head to bite on her tit. Her cry makes me rock hard. “More,” she blatantly begs.

My girl wants more; she’s going to get it. I bite harder until I have a metallic taste in my mouth and know I’ve drawn blood. I bite on her tits, causing each and every bite to draw blood. Fuck, the fact she loves pain is an absolute aphrodisiac for me. Simply watching her get off is enough to cause my cock to stiffen.

I spy a brush on her vanity and a thought passes over me. I release her hands and straighten. A small mewl of despair passes over Frankie’s lips. “Be a good girl, and stay here,” I say.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t,” she taunts with a smirk. But when she looks down and sees the bloody bite marks, she adds, “On second thought, I think I will.” She lifts her hands to trace the marks, and catches some of her blood before the water washes it away. She pops her finger in her mouth while keeping her gaze glued on mine.

Fuck me.

She’s so fucking sexy and self-aware. I love that about Frankie. Her confidence is alluring and makes my pulse quicken. “Turn around.” She does and I kick her legs out. “Brace yourself against the wall.”

“Like this?” She leans against the wall, her butt sticking out, her tits jiggle as they hang. The water is relentless on us.

“Exactly like that.” I take the hairbrush off the vanity cabinet. It’s a weird one with wide spiky bristles. Frankie turns to look at what I’m about to do, so I spank her. “Turn around. Face the wall.” With a devious glint in her eyes, she turns. “Good girl.” I lower my hand and run it over her ass cheek. She pushes back, hoping for more. I spank her with the back of the brush, causing her to gasp. “Don’t be a bad girl, Frankie. Because if you are, you won’t get this.” I turn the brush and spank her with the bristles.

“Oh fuck,” she groans. She leans further onto the wall, adjusting her posture for better support.

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