Page 83 of Mob Queen

“Hey, get back here and finish me off.” I turn to see him pushing off the bed.

He winks as he saunters toward the bathroom. “Now we’re even.”

“You bastard!” I call playfully. “Don’t worry, I’ll finish myself off.”

He’s back in the room and on the bed within seconds. Miller pins my hands above my head while straddling my hips. “Touch yourself and no more of this.” He lifts his hand and slaps my nipples. “Got it?”

“You won’t know what I do when you’re not here,” I tease.

He leans down and seals his mouth over mine. Our deepened kiss becomes frantic, desperate. Miller draws his teeth across my lower lip and bites with so much pressure I’m sure he’ll draw blood. Yes.

He pulls back and jumps off the bed. “Be a good girl, and don’t touch yourself.” He leaves me on the bed, eager and wanting. And because he’s fucking with my head, I won’t make myself come because I want the hurt. That delicious pain he can bring. I close my eyes and tighten my thighs, desperate for the relief.

For a split second I consider finishing off what he started, he won’t know. But I will, and I hate how dependent on him I’ve grown.

The shower starts and I turn to look at the bathroom door.

Fuck.

I’m screwed.

* * *

“Where’s Elena?” I ask Mya when I enter the kitchen for my morning coffee.

“She returned to her room after she had breakfast.”

“Has she been eating?”

Mya nods. “I make sure she’s having enough,” she adds.

“Make my coffee and take it to the office, please,” I say on the way out of the kitchen and down to Elena’s room. I knock, then open the closed door and find her sitting on the bed, cross-legged, looking out at the gardens.

“Don DeLuca,” she says and stands as fast as she can.

“Frankie,” I correct, again.

“How can I help you?” She wrings her hands together nervously.

“Come to my office.”

“Now?”

“Yes.” I turn to leave and hear her light footsteps following me. When we arrive in my office, Rome is already sitting at his laptop and my coffee is waiting for me. “Sit.” I pointedly look to the chair opposite mine. I make my way around my desk and pick my coffee up. “Have you had a doctor’s appointment?”

She protectively places her hand over her stomach. “No, ma’am.”

“None?” She lowers her head and slightly shakes it. I run my tongue over my teeth as I consider what I need to do moving forward. Rome is watching me carefully as I think. “What about clothes, personal belongings? Anything?”

“I brought a bag of clothes, and they’re where I was living.”

“Which is where?” She nips her bottom lip between her teeth and refuses to meet my eyes. Rome clenches his hands into fists as he carefully watches Elena. “On the streets.” Elena nods her confirmation. “Do you want to go and get them?”

“I don’t have much. My friend can have them but, I haven’t seen her for a while.”

“You have a friend on the streets?” This could potentially become a problem for me. Although, her friend doesn’t know I have Elena.

“I couldn’t find her for about a week before...” her voice trails off. She lifts her head to glance at both my brother and myself. “I’m sorry.”

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