Page 115 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

“We should invite them over soon,” I murmur.

Marco looks at me, his eyes dark, pupils blown out to the edges of his eyes. “I don’t want to talk about my fucking family right now,” he rasps.

I do laugh then.

Then, when his mouth latches onto my breast, I scream.

He knows how to work me. I’m not sure how he knows. But every motion seems perfectly tuned to me. His fingers press inside me, curling into a spot that makes every single part of my body shake with pleasure. His mouth bites, licks, and nibbles at my skin, like he’s determining precisely where to drive me insane.

I don’t know how, but Marco plays me like he knows exactly how, and within minutes an orgasm rips over me.

I’m still rocked by it when Marco kneels, pushing my legs apart.

Somehow he’s shed his clothes, and I sit up slightly on my elbows…

When I see him, his body caressed in the warm light, I can’t help but sigh.

He smirks, noticing my interest. I watch as his hand travels down, before he palms his rather considerable erection.

“It’s all for you, Roisin,” he rumbles.

He’s just pretending.

“Good,” I purr, leaning back. “Because you’ll never have anyone else.”

The words seem to hit him physically, because his cock twitches in his hand.

Within seconds, he’s positioned at my entrance. I feel him there, then gasp.

“Fuck, Roisin,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“All for you,” I whisper.

His eyes roll back in his head.

When Marco enters me fully, I half expect him to return to that feverish pace we had in the car.

He surprises me again, though, when he begins to move in long, full strokes.

He’s thick. Every pulse makes me shudder, the echoes of my previous orgasm rippling again. I’m almost there when Marco stops, looking down at me.

“Not like this,” he whispers.

He moves us, without pulling out, so that he’s sitting upright and I’m straddling his lap. From this position, we can look each other in the eyes.

I go to look away, but Marco pulls my face to his.

“I want to see you, darling.”

Darling.

I know it’s fake.

But when we start to move, almost as one, I can almost believe it.

My eyes are locked on Marco’s. My breathing changes, until I see myself breathe in line with his chest as it rises and falls.

One of his hands drifts down to my clit, and I shudder as he touches me.

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