Page 69 of Mafia Boss

It wasn’t a request, but an order.

Leaning back on one hand, he undid his buckle and zipper, pulled himself out of his pants, and rested the head of his cock against my entrance. I lowered myself onto him and blew out a deep breath, my body shuddering in pleasure. He seized my waist in his hands and slowly bucked his hips up and down, making sure to fill me with as much of his cock as he could.

Pussy clenching around him, I curled my toes and moaned. “Harder, Cristian.”

Continuing to fuck my pussy, Cristian thrust into me and dug his fingers into my sides even harder. I clenched on him, knowing that I was so close and that, in a moment, I would come.

“Fuck it,” I murmured, resting one hand on his shoulder and bouncing up and down on his cock, the gun still aimed at his throat and my pussy becoming even tighter around him. “Don’t move.”

Cristian grabbed my ass in his hands, gently helping me move on him, and grunted. “Fuuuck, Roxie,” he murmured into my ear, biting down on my shoulder and stilling completely underneath me. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Pleasure exploding through me, I collapsed onto him and tossed the gun down beside Alessa’s body. Wave after wave of ecstasy rushed through me, and I blew out a deep breath, my mind all over the place.

Cristian wrapped his arms around my waist. I rested my head on his shoulder and kissed his neck.

“I love you, Cristian,” I whispered to him. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

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“What areyou going to do with her body?” Roxie asked me, sipping on her Afterglow Elixir wine and remaining oddly calm for someone who had just killed a woman.

After I wrapped my thigh stab wound, we sat in the middle of one of Manhattan’s most elegant restaurants, Roxie dressed in a satin red dress that hugged all those delicious curves.

Drawing a finger across the rim of her glass, she gnawed on the inside of her cheek. “Nobody will know what happened, will they?”

Trying to figure her out, I sat back in the seat. “It’s already taken care of. Don’t worry about it at all. You’re under my protection,principessa. You’re my girl now, and nobody will touch you for doing what you did.”

“Not even your sister?”

My breath caught in my throat at the thought of facing her sometime soon. But either way, nobody was going to touch my Roxie. I had been through so fucking much for her. I wouldn’t let my sister’s wrath get in the way.

“Not even my sister.”

Roxie slumped her shoulders forward, as if she had been waiting for me to reassure her about that for hours now, and finally relaxed in the seat. By the look on her face, I could tell she thought my sister would kill her for her killing her best friend. It had been a long fucking time coming, but I needed to sit down with my sister and finally talk to her about everything that had happened, especially about our parents.

“And Marco?” Roxie asked, glancing out the window to see one of the Ricci cars parked at the curb. Marco wasn’t in it, but she didn’t know that. Still, I couldn’t decipher all that her expression held. “What happens to him?”

I sat back in my chair and sipped my drink. “What do you want to happen to him?”

Caught by surprise, she furrowed her brow. “You don’t have a plan?”

“I do,” I said to her. “But I want to know what you want me to do to him.”

She gnawed on the inside of her lip. “I don’t know.”

“Then, I’ll kill him.”

Suddenly, she reached across the table and grabbed my wrist. “Don’t kill him.”

“He’s touched you. Alessa touched me, and you took care of her.”

“Becauseyoucouldn’t,” Roxie snapped, then pressed her plum-colored lips together and blew out a breath through her nose. “Sorry. It’s just not his fault. It’s mine. He told me to stay away from him, but I wanted to piss you off. He’s not to blame, and he’s only been good and loyal to you.”

Wanting to keep Roxie on her toes, I smirked at her. “We’ll see.”

She widened her big brown eyes at me. “Cristian, please.”

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