Page 40 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Fuck,” I grunted as my head dropped back. “Rub my balls, baby.”

I missed us pleasing each other.

“This war has to end soon. I hate being away from you. Get up here,” I ordered.

Ryah stood and our lips tangled in a dirty kiss.

“It’s been hell not seeing you and talking to you all the time. I’m barely hanging on,” she murmured into my mouth. Ryah took the condom from my hand, tore open the gold foil package, then rolled it down my shaft.

“Where were we?” she teased.

Ryah tugged at my hair that now fell past my shoulders. I hadn’t had a hair cut in weeks.

“Our trip was ruined. It feels like my birthday will be the next event on the chopping block.”

“Baby, I hope not. If the war last longer, we’ll do something special when time permits.”

Her mess of curls splashed all over my chest. “I hate that our life was interrupted by that psycho bitch.”

I palmed her neck and planted a bruising kiss on her lips.

“Rocco, I need you,” she breathed.

Her heartbeat thudded against my chest.

I pulled back. “Before we go any further, I need the truth?”

“About what?” she hissed.

I had to ask this question again. “How are you sleeping?”

Ryah’s green eyes glittered up at me as she swallowed hard. “I have at least one nightmare a night.”

Her fingers curled in my shirt and her eyes clenched shut. “My dreams start off almost the same every night. The plane dips and feels like we’re falling into the abyss. The constant falling feeling haunts me. I wake drenched in sweat. Sometimes I sit on the shower floor, letting the hot water beat on my skin until I drift off to sleep. My mother found me a couple of times asleep in the shower. She was so scared the first time she found me, she entered the shower fully clothed and held me as I slept.”

The tiny hairs stood on my arms as I choked back the tears. Tomorrow I’d fight even harder. Crushing more of The Queen’s fucking soldiers.

“I wish you were here,” she cried.

Squeezing her in my arms, I planted kisses on her forehead.

“I’ll do everything in my power to come back to you.”

She peaked up at me. “Fuck me, Rocco.” Ryah pushed back, shoving my t-shirt over my head.

Her eyes marveled at my ripped chest and abs. “Your body is so delicious,” she purred.

I yanked her tank over her head. We stepped out of the rest of our clothes at the same time.

Ryah’s fingers ran wildly over my chest as our tongues tangled. A low whimper left her throat.

Slipping my fingers into her wetness, I studied her sweet face.

“Rocco,” she moaned. The greedy woman rocked against my fingers.

“You’re so wet, Ryah. Have you dreamed about us?”

“I’ve daydreamed about you taking me against the wall several times.” She licked her lips seductively.

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