Page 52 of Owned By the Mafia Boss

“Mads, listen to me,” he says sternly. “They’re trying to wear you down. They’ll keep after you saying more and more shocking things but you can’t let it rattle you. Always assume that they are either lying or only telling half-truths.” He levels an unnerving look at me. “You need to inform me first thing if they question you again. I need to know what they say so I’ll know how best to protect us.” He picks his fork back up. “Don’t wait until we sit down to eat to casually mention it. You inform me the moment it happens. Understand?”

I look away. “Yeah, fine. But I don’t see what the big deal is. I told them nothing, Bash.”

He nods. “You did well today. I just need you to alert me right away next time it happens.”

“I said I would.”

He stares at me hard and long. I feel like it’s some kind of standoff. What more is he expecting me to say?

“My cousin Yuri is getting married next weekend in the Hamptons, I want you there with me.”

I nod. “I’ll check my work schedule.”

“Make it happen, Mads, even if you have to switch shifts with that Lisa person. She owes you.”

“All right.”

We finish our meals in relative silence with a heavy tension hanging over us like a thick cloud. Only I don’t know the cause of it.

Afterwards, we clear the dishes off the table and put the food containers in the fridge. Bash goes to check in on Nick since he’s let Tessa go for the day. I text Lisa to let her know that I can cover for her Wednesday if she’ll switch with me next week for the wedding. She agrees with multiple smiley faces. That Kristoff must really be doing something right for her.

I step out onto the balcony and stare out over the well-maintained courtyard to lift the mental malaise. The crisp winter air turns my breath to fog. My heavy sweater keeps me warm, though my bare legs feel the chill under my skirt. I’d already kicked my boots off so I’m in my stocking feet.

I feel rather than hear the patio door slide open behind me. I don’t turn around, just continue staring out before me. I savor the warmth of his touch as his hands slide up and down my arms.

“I’m sorry if I seemed harsh. I just don’t want anything to go wrong now that it’s finally going right for us. I wanted to celebrate, not hear about the cops harassing you.”

I shiver in the cold. Bash opens his jacket and encloses it around me. His warmth and his scent are like a soothing balm to my troubled mind.

I relax back into him, letting him bear my weight. We remain that way in silence, enjoying the contrast of the winter air against the heat emanating from us.

At long last I hear myself saying, “I’ll protect us, Bash. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep us together.”

He squeezes me tighter. Softly kisses my neck and whispers, “I know, that’s why I chose you to be mine.”

He turns me around to face him. He cradles my face in his hands, brings his warm lips to mine and kisses me deeply. I’m so lost in the kiss, lost in him I don’t notice where he’s moving us. I only feel my back against the wall as he presses his body flush against mine. He tastes so good, and the cool air is perfect against our heat.

He’s lifting me now, and I straddle my legs around his waist. He’s hiked my skirt up, I feel the cold air on my ass. He grinds his body against mine, biting my neck as he lets me feel his hard cock eager to get inside me.

“Bash,” I call his name, my arms wrap tightly around his broad shoulders. His hand slips down to unfasten his belt and undo his pants. I immediately feel the heat from his throbbing penis, feel it pressing against the wet fabric of my panties. He slides them aside and slides the full length of his shaft up inside me.

His hips began rocking forward in a sensual rhythm, back and up, back and up, twisting those powerful hips with each thrust.

I wrap my legs tighter around him and match his movements, our bodies working in harmonious unison to achieve release. His grunts get me hotter, perspiration breaks out on my brow as our bodies work furiously to give and receive pleasure. But there’s another element there…anger.

My sweater snarls against the rough brick as his hips pound harder sending his large cock deeper inside me. His grunts grow louder in my ears, sounding more like a feral growl. I fist his hair roughly and he sinks his teeth into my neck. Hard enough for me to whimper but not break skin.

His pounding is merciless, showing no signs of relenting. This feels like tough love, dangerously close to punishment.

I want to hurt him too. Hurt him for compromising me and putting my career at risk. Yet I want to please him, to make him want me as badly as I want him. And oh God, do I want him!

His hips are firing away at me like angry pistons, sending that massive rod into my slick chassis. I want to scream, I want to come. I want to own him like he owns me. I rock my hips against him, smearing my slickness against his pubic hair.

I’m so damn close, but I need him to surrender his orgasm to me first. It’s a battle of wills with sublime pleasure at stake as we both climb higher and higher, each trying to get the upper hand to subdue the other, to dominate, to win.

“Ahhh!” I scream my orgasm as my body bucks and convulses against his.

I feel the deep rumble of his laughter an instant before he growls with a body jolting climax that buckles his knees so we both collapse to the cold floor. We lay there breathing hard, holding each other, while still joined in holy coitus.

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