Page 34 of Mafia Boss

I pushed my hips back against his and felt his lips move down the side of my neck and press against my shoulder.

After rubbing myself against him some more, feeling his hard cock against my backside, I grasped the railing and moaned louder than I should’ve. Though we had the entire top floor to ourselves, there were people under us.

Nothing about it was soft or gentle as he thrust his fingers into me and curled them over and over to massage my G-spot until I doubled over and screamed out his name. He sucked on the skin on my neck, no doubt leaving blotchy red marks, as if he was claiming me with them.

I went to turn around, to kneel for him even, just wanting to have his huge cock in my mouth. I wanted him to use my body, to ram himself into my throat, to make himself feel good with me. But he moved closer, wrapped his arm around my neck, making it hard for me to breathe, and forced me to arch my back.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he murmured into my neck, undoing his belt, pulling himself out, and rubbing his hard cock against me. “I’m going to make your pussy a sopping mess and then ruin it again and again and again, Roxie,” he said, voice slurred. He pushed the head of his cock against my pussy and then thrust himself all the way inside of me. “All night long, you’re going to be screaming for me.”

Lightly biting down on my jaw, Cristian pounded into me. Every time he thrust into me, my tits bounced against the railing, my nipples hardening against the slight wind.

He slapped one of my tits, wrapped his arm harder around my neck, and pulled me off the railing. He rammed himself into me as he walked toward the chair. I stumbled onto it on my hands and knees and looked back at him, brow furrowing.

Like a wild, savage, ruthless animal, Cristian grasped my hips and continued to ruin me. His hair flopped against his forehead, thick strands sticking to the sweat there. He pushed three fingers into my mouth and forced me to suck on them.

Pressure built up in my core. I curled my fingers into the cushion and stared back at him with wide eyes as spit dripped down my chin and onto the chair. I thrust a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit, driving myself higher and higher and tightening around him.

“Principessa,if you keep tightening your pussy like that …” Cristian got out through raspy breaths. “You’re going to make me come deep in your—” He suddenly tensed, stilled, and groaned out loud. “Fuck.” After a couple of moments, he pumped slowly into me.

Close to the edge of losing control, I squeezed my eyes closed and focused on every inch of him as he pulled out of me.

He grasped my jaw. “Push my cum out,principessa,” he said as he grabbed a handful of my ass in his hand. He slipped his other arm around my waist and slowly rubbed my clit, sending me higher and higher. “I want you to see how much of me is inside of you.”

I clenched myself harder as his fingers moved around my clit. When the first of his cum dripped out of me and onto the cushion, I found myself trembling. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me as more of his cum dripped, creating a small puddle.

After a few moments, Cristian groaned. “Principessa,”he murmured, “let me take a picture of this pussy, creamed with my cum.”

“A … a picture?” I whispered, tightening at the thought. More of his cum dribbled out.

He softly rubbed a hand against my ass. “You’re so fucking sexy like this, Roxie. Let me take a picture, so I can jack off to it while I work,” he said, running his thumb down my lips.

The pressure started to rise in my core again. Deep down, I knew it was a bad idea to let Cristian have a naked picture of me on his phone, but I couldn’t stop my drunk ass from nodding like a fool.

Cristian grabbed his phone from the table and opened his camera. “Look back at me, Roxie.”

I gulped and looked back, gently biting my lip. This was wrong—so fucking wrong—but I couldn’t help but tighten more. “Put yourself back inside me,” I said, needing him so fucking bad.

“Keep begging for it.Keep fucking begging,” Cristian said, his phone still pointed at me. He rubbed his cock against my creamed pussy. “You’re making me hard again, baby.”

“Cristian, don’t do this. Please, give it to me. Please, fuck me again.”

Cristian tossed the phone onto the table, wrapped his arms around my waist, and carried me to the bed, crawling onto it with me. “I said that I would fuck you all night long, Roxie. I plan to keep my word.”

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With disheveled sexhair and his bare back covered in all sorts of scars from bullet and knife wounds, Cristian lay next to me, sleeping. Moonlight flooded in through the sheer white curtains of the penthouse, making his olive skin glow. And while I wanted to tear my gaze away from him, I couldn’t.

After we’d had sex for the first time alone, it had takeneverythingto convince myself that I didn’t like it and could live without the man. I had been staring up at the ceiling for hours now, trying so desperately to leave.

It was my chance to run and escape Cristian for good. We were in Boston, a city that he wasn’t as familiar with compared to New York. If I ran out of this hotel room, down the street, and slipped into a stall in a women’s restroom in one of the many Boston bars, he would never find me.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I gently pulled the blankets off me and quietly scooched to the edge of the bed. The springs in the mattress creaked, and I cursed to myself for making a sound. I paused, made sure Cristian’s eyes were still closed, and continued moving as quietly as possible.

Just when I was about to stand, Cristian grabbed my wrist and yanked me back down.

“Where are you going?” he asked, opening one eye to look at me. “You’re not leaving.”

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