Page 58 of Ruthless Boss

I’m soaking wet. He turns his attention to my pussy, and dives in, lapping his tongue over me, licking my most intimate places. I buck my hips, offering him my pussy like an all-you-can-eat buffet.

“Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck.”

He licks me with relentless desire, teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue, driving me insane. A hot ball of need forms and expands in my core, spreading an intense vibration through my body. I thrash my head from side to side, finding it impossible to keep still.

I’m still reeling from the orgasm when he lifts his body on mine, kissing my stomach, my breasts, and my neck. I tremble, my skin hot, my heartbeat skyrocketing.

I part my thighs, and he rubs the thick head of his cock at my entrance. Thrills run up and down my spine, a delicious throb pulsing in my pussy. He kisses my cheek, and I moan, so aroused. We’ve had sex countless times before, but now, it’s different.

He thrusts into me, hard and deep, and I gasp, wrapping my legs around him, elated to be with him. He brings me to a sitting position, and I straddle him, gripping him tighter, never wanting to let go.

He kisses my shoulder, then nips it, and a fresh wave of lust shoots down my body. “I forgot how much you love chaos.”

“Maybe it’s not just chaos… and it’s you,” I whisper.

He lifts my chin and catches my lips with his in a hot, demanding kiss that gets more intense as we succumb to it. I roll my hips, and he moves his cock, slamming me, then withdrawing halfway, and returning with determination.

Beads of sweat cover my forehead. When he releases my mouth, I gasp, out of breath but so ridiculously excited for more. This man, this magnificent man, has chosen me to be his. He’s given me what he hasn’t offered anyone else today, and I’m taking it with all I’ve got.

He growls and sets an impossible pace, but I try my hardest until I can no longer keep up. My body contracts, so many fireworks explode inside me, and a crazy hot sensation sweeps over me in such a powerful way that every one of my bones surrenders to it.

“I love you,” I sob.

My words trigger him. A second later, he lets go and explodes inside me, filling me, his body trembling. A flicker of satisfaction hits his eyes, and I’m sure we feel the same way.

“I love you too,” he murmurs a few minutes later when we’re lying on his bed in a messy entanglement of limbs. “I want you to know that once things settle and we solve the Santini problem, you’re free to pursue whatever you want. If you want to continue studying or work.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “Of course, you’ll have an army of bodyguards with you wherever you go.”

“Thank you,” I say, melting into his delicious embrace.

He kisses the top of my head, and I stretch lazily without moving away from him.

For so long, I worried about forgetting the past and fearing being unable to earn a new future, a new life. Now, it makes sense. I needed to accept the past and not try to bury it. I did not run from it, but I survived it.

And now... now I get to enjoy my new life. Enjoy, my man. Enjoy finally being Gia again.

33

Dante

“Any sign of Santini?” I ask Rocco, who sits next to me in the unmarked sedan.

We watch a car leave the parking lot of Jaq’s, a rundown diner in a sketchy area of town where Gia said Ross Santini conducts his business. Only a few patrons have gone to Jaq’s, and the server who enjoyed a cigarette outside is back at work.

My men are in a couple of cars scattered on the back of Jaq’s, not to make their presence obvious. I’m wearing a small wire device, so if I give them the go-ahead, they’ll shoot Ross. A pleasure I’d like to have myself.

Will Ross show up? Unlikely. If Ross Santini is smart, he’s not showing his face. He knows he’s skating on thin ice, having lost three of his family members. But I’m on thin ice, too—Gia and I have brought a lot of trouble to my family, and if we keep killing the Santinis, this war will only worsen.

Ross is the head, though. If he goes down, it’ll be easier to dismantle the rest. Will it be seamless? No. Sometimes, disgruntled members of the mafia go unhinged when their boss is killed—especially by the enemy. A thrill runs down my spine. The consistent trait about the Santinis is they haven’t got much to lose. A vulnerability but also a dangerous advantage.

I drum my fingers on the steering wheel. I have a lot to lose. Gia, AJ, my family. Mostly, I need to secure Gia and AJ’s future. Nothing can happen to them.

Rocco taps my shoulder, interrupting my thoughts. He straightens on his seat and cocks his head to the left. “Look. On your side.”

I turn my head, and my gut clenches. A limo has entered the parking lot and slowly approaches us. I touch my gun resting on my lap. One good shot, and Ross is out.

But if I know that, he knows it too. Why is he willingly coming to us?

I’ve never seen any of them in a limo before. What a different approach. What’s he doing?

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