Page 34 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

This kiss is more than it was before. More than the gentle exploration that we had of each other that day.

This is something unfinished. Something that we waited too long to address.

Something that’s been burning us both up.

Roisin isn’t protesting anymore. Her hands scrape against my neck, mussing the hair that I just worked so hard to get into shape. Without letting her lips move from mine, my hands circle under her hips and I lift.

She squeaks, but I wrap her legs around mine and press her into the mirror in front of us.

Every touch is a new treasure that I hoard to myself. Her skin is so soft when I free it from the clothes.Myclothes, the ones that I bought for her.

The ones that she’ll wear for me, if I want them.

I strip the wildly offensive lace bra from her body, tossing it behind me. I take a minute, panting, to take her in.

I scrape my hand over my mouth, trying to hide the hunger that I'm sure is practically radiating from my face. “Jesus, Roisin. You’re fucking stunning,” I murmur.

She blushes, looking away, but I continue to look at her.

Her hips curve out before dipping back into her neat waist. I lean forward, cupping her breasts in my hands, and her perfect soft flesh flows over the sides of my hands.

When I lick her pert pink nipples, she moans and its fucking music to my ears.

I want this.

I want this so badly it practically ripples through me.

Feasting on her nipples, I pluck and roll them until she’s wiggling, her center rocking against me as she practically rubs herself against my cock.

“Fuck, Roisin,” I growl. “You can’t do that.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she barks.

I grin.

I love this with her. It’s never easy. She never backs down, she’s never afraid of me.

However, in a second her fingertips are coasting along the edge of my pants, and I moan at the sensation.

We didn’t make it this far, last time.

We didn’t have the chance.

Her fingers in the waist of my pants feel cautious, but curious. When she wraps them around my hard cock, I have to take in a deep breath to keep myself from erupting.

I don’t want to come like this.

I want to be inside her. I want to feel her wrapped around me. I want…

Dropping her abruptly, I move so that she’s in front of me, and I’m behind her.

Roisin squirms, but I band an arm across her stomach, pinning her against me. In the mirror, I can see both of us, and the quaking of her breath as she breathes, staring at me in the mirror.

I want her. I want her so much.

My voice is practically guttural. “Do you want me to touch you, Roisin?”

She hesitates.

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