Page 68 of Mafia Boss

He had made me kill someone, and if someone caught me, I’d go straight to jail without Cristian’s help.

I swallowed hard and looked him right in those dark, wavering eyes. “Do you not love me?”

“I don’t fucking love myself sometimes, Roxie,” Cristian said finally, breaking his gaze and staring at the empty space between us. He balled his hands into fists. “It’s not because of you. You did nothing fucking wrong. I just didn’t want to be alone.”

My eyes widened. Anger. All I felt was anger.

“That’s why you kept that bitch around?” I asked through clenched teeth, shoving the gun further against his forehead and making him tumble back onto the bed. “That’s why you fucking kept her around out of all fucking people? Because you wanted to make sure that Cristian Ricci wasn’t alone? What about after you killed my fiancé and took me? You weren’t alone then. You should’ve dropped her, Cristian. You should’ve fucking done it!”

“I couldn’t,” Cristian said, voice shaky.

“Why not?” I asked, suddenly quiet again.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

“Why couldn’t you do it for me?”

“Because …” he finally said, not making eye contact with me, almost as if he was ashamed. “I’m not a good guy, Roxie. You fucking know that. I don’t fucking deserve you. I never have, and I was afraid that you would never love me. And the other night, when you finally told me that you wantedme, I … feared that, one day, you’d wake up and see me for who I was and run off with Marco or leave me alone. My parents are dead, and my sister hates me. I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

He rubbed a hand across his face, licked his dry lips, and looked up at me. “I want to be with you, but you fucking deserve more than anything I could give you. You deserve to be happy and free of stress, not sitting around this apartment all day, worrying about when someone will try to kill you.”

I paused for a long time and stared at the man in front of me, shaking my head and refusing to let him just push me to the side like that. He wasn’t getting rid of me, not now and certainly not ever.

I trailed the muzzle against the side of his face and placed it right under his chin. “Prove it to me.”

“Prove what to you?”

“Prove to me that you fucking want me, Cristian. Prove to me that you’ll choose me over any other woman who was once in your life or who tries to be in your life. I see the way those girls at the club act around you. Show me that I will always be the one you come home to.”

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“Prove it to you?”Cristian asked, the shakiness gone from his voice. He tugged me onto the bed with him, flipped me onto my back, and crawled between my legs.

My fingers relaxed against the gun’s grip, and I nearly let it fall out of my hands, but he wrapped my fingers around it and pointed it right at his head.

“If you’re going to point that gun at me, don’t let it slip.”

After gently pulling down my leggings and underwear, Cristian gazed down at my pussy, a smirk stretching across his lips. He brushed his fingers down the insides of my thighs, and I stayed completely still, feeling all the tingles and keeping my hands steady. He laid down on the bed on his stomach, his head between my legs, and held my thighs apart, pressing his lips to my pussy and thrusting a finger into me.

He massaged it in circles, each time a little faster, until I couldn’t handle it any longer. I squirmed under his mouth and sucked in a deep breath, the pressure building already.

I stared down at him, breath caught in the back of my throat. “Tell me that only I am yours.”

With those devilish brown eyes, he looked up at me. “Only you are mine.”

He flicked his tongue against my swollen clit again, hitting me exactly where I needed him and making me moan out loud, pleasure rushing to my core. He pushed another finger into me and pumped in and out of me slowly.

“Nobody else will ever lie in this bed with me.”

He flicked his tongue over and over against my clit, rubbing it in small, torturous circles and making me clench even harder. I squirmed under him, my hips moving from side to side as he continued to eat my pussy until I was about to come.

Just before I let out an unruly orgasm, he pulled away slightly and stared down at me with those devouring eyes. “You’re going to come on me,principessa.You won’t come on anyone else ever again—unless I give you permission.”

My lips curled into a smile. “I’ll come when I want.” I pressed the muzzle harder against his temple. “You don’t have control tonight, no matter how much you think you do, Cristian.”

After he chuckled, I turned us over, so I straddled his waist and settled the muzzle of my gun right under his chin and against his throat, grinding my hips against his and making him harder. “Take off your pants and fuck me.”

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