Page 16 of The Mobster's Angel

“Say it.”

Her little hands hold on to my shoulders while I rock inside her. She clings to me like she never wants to let go while I stretch her. Own her. Make her mine properly.

“I’m yours,” she says with a whimper.

I bend down and kiss her forehead before leaning up on my arms. “Good girl.”

She smiles up at me.

“Good little girl.”

A cry escapes her lips as I take her harder, and her fingers dig into my skin, letting me know she likes it. Loves it.

She’s about to love it a whole lot more.

I take a hold of her hips and position her properly, curving her body so her clit has something hard to connect with and I’m lodged deep inside her. She’s not sure at first—and I love that—but when I start to help her, she quickly takes over.

She buries her head between my pecs, and it’s not long before I feel her shuddering, her legs tightening up. I hold still and let her ride it, my cock getting even harder at the thought of what I’ve done to her.

She shivers and flops her head back, her tits bouncing as she tries to catch her breath. I’ve been holding back since the moment I took her and now, with her little mini spasms practically milking my cock, I know I need to get out of there.

The thought of her round with my baby inside her has me coming, and I go to pull out, but she has me locked with her legs.

Fuck.

I come hard, deep inside her. My cock jerks. My whole fucking body jerks as I bury my head beside hers, breathing in her sweet scent.

I’m aware I’m probably crushing her, but I don’t think she cares. Her breathing has slowed, as if she’s already half asleep.

Good.

My little angel needs her rest.

I edge off her and pull her into my arms. She rests her hand on my chest and lets out a gentle sigh.

“Thank you,” she says. “For saving me. For bringing me here. For… everything.”

I bend down and kiss the top of her head. I’m fucking speechless. How is any of this real?

“I meant every word of what I told you, Olivia. I’ve wanted this since the day I laid eyes on you.”

She lets out a giggle. “All this time, and I was clueless.”

If only she knew I wanted her that way.

She was always mine, but she wasn’t for me.

And now she’s here in my bed.

And I have a fuck load of explaining to do in the morning.

“Sleep, little one.”

She looks up at me. “You won’t leave?”

“I’ll be here when you wake tomorrow. And every morning after that, so long as you want me.”

Letting out a breath, she reaches up and kisses the late-night shadow on my jaw. “Goodnight, then.”

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