Page 67 of Consumed By the Mafia

He scoffed and held her tighter. “Abby, my grief doesn’t negate yours. You had your own shit. Don’t think I don’t hate that for you.” He did. He’d been through enough for the both of them as far as he was concerned.

He felt her draw a breath, but she didn’t speak again for over a minute. Finally, she sat up enough to meet his gaze, her fingers teasing the back of his neck, and quietly asked, “Can I ask you one thing?”

He managed a small grin. “You’d ask even if I said no.”

She pouted.

Ryoma arched up and licked at her lips, catching her off-guard and sending a jolt through her. “Of course you can ask, baby girl. But make it quick.”

Laughter lit her eyes, but she didn’t tease him. “Are you … satisfied, with the name you have now? Do you like it?”

He clicked his tongue. “That’s two things.”

She huffed. “You know what I mean.”

He rolled her words around in his mind. In many ways, he supposed he really wasn’t the person he’d been back in California. A different name was appropriate for that. “Yes,” he said. “It suits me.”

She smiled, the expression almost too soft. “I think so, too.” She leaned forward and kissed him. “Ryoma. Thank you for sharing all of that with me.”

He grunted and shifted his hold, tangling one hand in her hair and dropping the other to her ass. “I’ve hit my sharing capacity for the day.” He dragged his lips across hers. “Need you naked.”

Abby moaned briefly before wrenching from his lips and pressing her fingers into his collarbone. “I swear to God, if you don’t let me come this time, I won’t let you touch me for a week.”

He grinned, the expression feeling feral on his face, and shoved to his feet without releasing her. The motion forced Abby to choose between hanging in his arms like a doll or wrapping herself around him—and of course she chose the latter. With one hand remaining clamped over her tight ass,Ryoma started toward the bedroom. “Baby girl, it’s called a punishment for a reason. But that’s done. I’m gonna make you feel so good tonight, you can’t ever come without me again.”

Abigail stepped quietly back into the bedroom the following morning, the sun still low in the sky and her bladder blissfully empty. She would have preferred to sleep for one more hour, but apparently it wasn’t to be. On the bright side, her unexpectedly early rousing had given her an equally unexpected gift. It was the first time she’d woken up before Ryoma—the first time she’d gotten to see the way his face relaxed in sleep and the first time she’d realized he didn’t let her go after she passed out. Not until he climbed from the bed, at least. She’d nearly humiliated herself trying to wiggle from his hold.

He was still in bed. The quilt was pushed halfway down his bare, muscled chest, revealing all the ink that sheathed his upper arms and curved over his shoulders. His hair had come loose, creating a beautiful mess behind his head. In the silvery white lighting that slipped through the edges of the drapery, Abigail could almost see traces of some of the scars that emphasized the hard life he’d lived. Wounds that looked like he’d suffered more than a little at the end of some kind of blade, and others that she knew came from bullets. None were fresh, though he did have a couple of bruises he’d shrugged off as from the car accident.

Abigail studied him for long seconds, appreciating the view and debating her best course of action. If she did nothing, he’dsurely wake in the next thirty minutes or so. Just as surely as she herself would not be able to get back to sleep before they were due to be starting their day.Well, if I’m up…She carefully slid back into her vacated spot, shimmying her way up to his side and watching to see if he woke.

His head rolled in her direction, but the rhythm of his breathing never faltered.

Slowly, Abby scooted herself down, taking enough of the quilt with her to keep from feeling smothered. Until she found her target and licked her lips.

Ryoma’s cock was half erect and fully exposed, since they’d both slept nude. Abigail flicked her gaze up his body one more time, seeing he hadn’t moved, and reached out to give him a long, squeezing stroke. The action earned her an immediate, throaty groan. She rolled her thumb over his tip, teased her fingers in a circular motion around the crown, then pumped him again twice more.

Ryoma stirred as his cock stiffened.

Abigail adjusted her weight and lowered her head, this time letting her tongue glide across his tip. She angled her head and trailed her tongue down, following the vein, then licked her way back up. In the back of her mind, she thought she heard him groan, but she didn’t look up again until she was swallowing the length of him properly into her mouth.

“Oh,fuck,” Ryoma said on a low, husky growl. His hand tangled again in her hair and he shifted his hips as if struggling not to thrust. “Goddamn. That is a helluva way to wake a man up.”

Abigail lifted her lips without releasing him and hummed.

He cursed again. “Dirty girl. Do that again and you won’t even get to enjoy your breakfast before it’s over.”

She swore her skin tingled with the way he talked to her when they were intimate. Or any other time, if she were honest.Definitely not the time to be thinking about that.Abigail rubbed her tongue against his length, taking him as deep as she could, and sucked a little. Then she pulled back part way, tasted him some more, and swallowed him again. She repeated this process intermittently, enjoying the way he groaned and the way his hand trembled just faintly as he fought to keep control.

“Fuck, Abby,” he finally grunted. “Decide now. Wear it or swallow it.”

Her body pulsed. She wanted both. She wanted him in a very different hole. She wanted him everywhere. Instead of trying to articulate any of that, Abigail stretched her hands over his skin and filling her mouth with his twitching cock until she couldn’t, until tears leaked from her eyes and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Then she hollowed her cheeks on a long, hard suck and rolled her eyes up his form once again.

Ryoma roared, his hips jerking as hot cum fired down her throat.

Abigail held the suction as long as she could, working her tongue to maximize his pleasure, until she was sure she was either going to black out or truly choke. She pulled back, just enough to suck in a breath, and chased his slackening cock with her tongue as it slipped from her lips.

“Get the fuck up here,” Ryoma growled, his hands landing on her arms a moment before he hauled her bodily up him and rolled them over. Her head hit the pillow and he kissed herjaw, trialing kisses up to her ear. “Fuck. That was hot. Never imagined I’d wake up to your sweet little mouth on my dick.”

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