Page 53 of Mafia Boss

I clenched my jaw. “Why did you leave?”

She tugged harder on the restraints. “Let me go. I won’t fucking do it again.”

She would.

“Why. Did. You. Leave?” I asked her again.

Squirming, she shook her head and sank into the mattress. I sighed heavily through my nose and stared at her from the foot of the bed, anger and jealousy rushing through me. All my fucking life, I’d wanted her. All my life. She could’ve gotten away from me today, lost and never to be found.

I wanted to know why she had left, so I could fix the fucking problem for her.

But I couldn’t do that if she didn’t talk to me.

I turned the vibrator up another speed.

“Fuck!” Roxie screamed. “Fine! I did it because I don’t want anyone else to have you!” she shouted, tears streaming down her face and staining her cheeks. She looked between me and the vibrator between her legs. “Please, stop it. It’s hurting me.”

I swallowed hard, my hand twitching to pull the vibrator out of her pussy so I could fuck her aching little cunt. Instead, I clenched my jaw and stepped forward, becoming that emotionless man that Dad had taught me to be in situations like this. “What does that have to do with anything?”

She widened her brown eyes and shook her head. “Are you serious, Cristian? Are you fucking serious? I just fucking admitted why I did it, and you can’t even accept it.” She tried pulling her legs together, but the rope held her back.

“What happened?”

“You left me!” she screamed. “You left me in your damn room. I woke up alone. And I didn’t know where you were. Is that what you want to hear? You want to hear that I care about you, too, for some stupid fucking reason? Hmm?”

My hands tightened into fists. She just wanted me to let her go. She didn’t like me. She didn’t care about me. She had told me that she hated me every single day sincebeforethe Ben incident. She fucking taunted me about her being with Marco all the time.

I didn’t believe her words, though I wanted to. I ached for her to love me. It had been my fucking dream for years now.

Crawling onto the bed with her, I turned off the vibrator and slowly pulled it out of her pussy, watching the way her walls clung to it like they had with my cock, tugging and pulling me back into her. She sighed and relaxed against the mattress, eyes shutting softly.

I fucking cursed myself out forwantingto believe her words. I didn’t, but I wanted to so much that I crawled between her legs and pretended that she cared about me for just a few moments. I closed my eyes and thrust myself into her tight pussy.

She cried out, brows drawn together, full lips parted. “Cristian, wh-what are you—”

“Shut your mouth, Roxie,” I snapped at her, not wanting her to ruin the only instance in our entire lives that I knew I could enjoy. All my life had been shit up to this moment, up until I heard those lies that I so wanted to believe escape her lips. “Let me enjoy this.”

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roxie

When Cristian toldme to shut my mouth, I tensed and let him do what he wanted to me—what I had been wanting him to do to me all damn night. I didn’t know what to do or say; my mind was all over the place. After everything he had done and after I’d admitted that I cared about him, he had told me to … to shove it, basically.

He pushed himself into me forcefully one last time, came, undid the ties around my wrists and ankles, and rolled over onto the other side of the bed, his chest on the mattress and his head facing away from me and toward the bedroom window.

“Roxie,” he said under his breath, as if he didn’t have much in him to say more.

I drew my knees to my chest and turned onto my side to stare at him. Hesitantly, I placed my fingers on his back and trailed them down one of his many scars, frowning. Was he angry with me for admitting the truth? What did he want me to say to him? I’d thought that he wanted me to want him. Wasn’t that what this was all about?

“What’s wrong?” I asked him, loathing the silent treatment he was giving me. Ben had given it to me all the fucking time when we dated. And it wasn’t like Cristian to be this damn quiet about anything. “What are you pissed about this time?”

Cristian growled, snatched himself away from me, and stood, not once showing me his face. “I have business to take care of.”

As he walked to the door, I stumbled out of the bed, my pussy still aching. “Where are you going?”

“Downstairs to the cellar.”

“You’re not going to stay?” I asked, suddenly feeling so … empty.

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