Page 26 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“Thanks Tori,” he said, strolling across the room.

“We’re moving back to our room soon.”

I nodded, never taking my eyes off him.

“I checked my messages. Kagan is in town.” Ritchie halted at the dresser.

“Why didn’t he come to the warehouse?” I asked.

“Because I sent him on a mission. I was supposed to check in with him days ago. But I was sedated,” he bit out in a sour tone.

I wouldn’t apologize for keeping my man alive.

He grabbed a pair of boxers out of the top drawer. Ritchie whipped the towel off and placed it on the dresser. His giant, hard dick sprung free. I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted dick so badly. Oh yeah, there hadn’t been another time. This was the man I salivated for. Fuck, why was I so infatuated with him?

His gaze held mine. He didn’t move to put on his boxers. I rose from the bed dressed in a pair of tiny black shorts and an orange tank top. My blonde strands were pulled up into a ponytail.

“What’s on your mind, Ritchie?” I asked as I moved closer.

His tongue slid over his lower lip. “You, baby.”

Ritchie’s deep vocals hit my ears, warming my heart.

He peered down at me as I halted in front of him. Ritchie dropped the boxers to the floor. I curled my fingers around his big dick. “Pretty sure we’re the last two people in this place to have sex.”

I slid my hand up and down his shaft.

“You’re probably right.” He curled a hand around my neck and slammed his lips into mine, stealing my breath as he caught me off guard in the most delicious way.

“I’m in love with you, Tori,” he muttered against my lips.

A warm sensation enveloped my body from hearing those words. This man was what I desired most. Our lives were very different. Even though we both were heavily into criminal activities. We didn’t live in the same state. Reality hit me like a sack of bricks. He’d return to Jersey soon.

“Ritchie, I love you, too.” I slipped my tongue past his lips as I stroked his dick faster. My thumb slid over the precum leaking from the tip.

I pulled back and stared into his gray eyes. “Fuck me, Ritchie.”

“Tori, I don’t want to hurt you. And I will hurt you.” His hungry gaze made me wet as fuck. I loved how he looked at me, like I was his undoing. Because he definitely was mine.

“I’m already broken into pieces.”

He released my neck and his hands curled at his sides. Ritchie’s nostrils flared. “That motherfucker will pay for hurting my woman.”

Ritchie’s muscles bulged as his chest heaved. Every muscle in his body came to life as his anger took control.

How could a man be so beautiful? Yet have hard edges making him wickedly handsome.

“You rescued me, Ritchie.” My fingers splayed his pecs. “I’m back where I belong. With my man.”

My lips skated across the tattoos covering his chest. His eyes slammed shut. A pained look covered his handsome features.

“We need this, Ritchie. I wanted to fuck you since the first time I laid eyes on you,” I admitted.

His eyes popped open. The respectful side of Ritchie vanished before my eyes. Only the unforgiving mafia man stood before me.

Ritchie snatched the tank top off my body, tossing it aside. I winced as my arms fell to my sides. My tiny shorts were next to go. His eyes combed my body from head to toe. His fingers grazed my cheek where my bruises were. Even though the makeup covered my bruised skin, it was like he memorized all the places I’d been struck.

My lower lip trembled as his thumb brushed my pouty lips that were still healing.

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