Page 60 of Mafia Boss

Warmth pooling between my legs, I swallowed hard and smiled. “Maybe.”

“You don’t get to walk around like this on my yacht anymore tonight,” he said.

“But … everyone is gone. You’re gonna make me—”

He undid my top and pulled the strings on my bottoms to undo those too, letting them both fall off me and onto the ground between us. “This is how you walk around here now.” He cracked a small smirk. “Why don’t you go take a dip?”

Eyes lighting up with excitement, I tried hard to suppress a smile and turned toward the direction of the pool. Not only was this my first time ever on a yacht, but it would also be my first time ever skinny-dipping on a yacht with Cristian.

Cristian snatched up a fistful of my hair and smacked my ass hard. “Get in there quick, before I lose all control and fuck you out here,” he murmured into my ear, pressing his hard cock against my backside.

As soon as he let go of me, I skipped through the rooms until I made it to the pool on the upper deck, jumping in before anyone from a nearby yacht could see me completely nude. When I came up for air and pushed some wet hair from my face, Cristian walked to the edge, shirtless and undoing his pants.

“I’ve never skinny-dipped before,” Cristian said, kicking off his shoes.

“First time for everything,” I said to him, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him into the pool with me once he had taken off all his clothes.

He sank under the water and emerged a few moments later, shaking out his wet hair, water running down his tattooed shoulders.

Before I could stop him, he wrapped an arm around my waist, turned me over, and pressed me against the edge of the pool, my breasts pinned to the pool lining. He drew his nose up the side of my neck, making me shiver, even in the heated water. I curled my toes and pushed my ass back, wanting him inside me already.

This entire night, I had wanted him to finally take me.

I had gotten way too horny from all the attention.

Cristian wrapped one hand around my hip, positioned himself at my entrance, and rammed into me, the water splashing around us and sloshing over the edge and onto the concrete. Groaning in my ear, he wrapped his free hand around mine on the concrete, our fingers intertwining, and continued pumping into me.

“You’re so sexy,principessa,” Cristian murmured against my ear.

I let out a soft moan and clenched around him, the pressure building higher.

“And you’re mine,” he said. “Nobody—nobody—else’s. Tell me you know that.”

“I’m yours,” I whispered.

“All mine.”

Fingers paling against the concrete, I leaned my head back against his shoulder. “I’m yours, Cristian. All yours.”

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The next day,I left Roxie at the apartment. I’d asked her to come work with me, but she’d refused. So, I tripled the security on our floor and in the lobby of the building, so she wouldn’t be able to escape, no matter how hard she tried.

Part of me didn’t think she would, but I still needed to trust her. She had gotten too close to Marco last night, so close that I demanded everyone leave so I could fuck Roxie senseless in the pool. I’d made sure she knew who she belonged to now.

Me.

Only me.

Staring down at papers in my office about more family members linked to the child trafficking ring that the cops were hunting down, I blew out a deep breath. If the cops found them first, the system wouldn’t give the victims justice. I would because I’d kick their fucking heads in. The police would just throw them in prison.

By the sound of Charlie’s screams, I’d say seemingly endless torture was worse.

My phone buzzed on my desk, and I reached for it faster than I ever had, hoping it was Roxie. I sighed when Chiara’s name popped up on the screen along with a few short messages about the family.

Chiara: Alessandro found more names. One linked to Roxie.

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