Page 7 of Mafia Boss

I didn’t believe him, and I didn’t know if I ever could again.

Ben Goodman was a liar. Ben Goodman was indebted to the Mafia. Ben Goodman had gotten us into a world of betrayal, lies, and heartbreak.

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“I have to go,”Ben said at exactly midnight.

No kiss on the cheek. No bear hug. No goodbye.

Just Ben with a stone-faced expression, a gun he had gotten from somewhere tucked into the back of his pants, and a swagger that didn’t quite fit him right. It was as if Ben lived this entirely different life after midnight, a life that I would never truly believe was his.

I sank into the bedsheets, watched him walk out of the bedroom, and listened to the front door slam closed. We were fucking screwed for the rest of our lives. There was no way we’d get out of this one. I didn’t need an expert to tell me that.

Instead of falling asleep, as I should’ve done, I rolled over and grabbed my rabbit vibrator from the nightstand drawer, slid it inside of me, and turned it on. I needed something to help me relax. Those glasses of Afterglow were strong, but they hadn’t done it for me tonight.

My eyes fluttered closed, and I tried to focus on something other than Ben and his problems because thinking about them would just make it hard for me to come and relax for even a moment. I took a deep breath, letting my toy vibrate against my clit. Waves of pleasure rushed through me, pushed me higher, closer to that edge.

Stomach tightening, fingers tugging on my nipples, breath quickening, I moaned softly.

My thoughts wandered from sweet nothingness tohim, Cristian Ricci, the cutthroat mob boss who couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of me tonight. The way he had walked around his club, down the hall, through the alleyway like he owned the entire world and everything in it.

He was a devil—maybetheDevil himself.

I arched my back, turning the vibrator up another setting.

Just as I was about to let today’s worries go completely, my phone rang.

It was probably Ben, calling me to see if I was still angry with him for ruining our lives. I tried to ignore it, but it kept ringing and took me out of my state of mind, so I slammed my finger on the Answer button and held the phone up to my ear.

“What?” I snapped.

“Roxie,” Cristian said through the phone, his voice so deep that I couldn’t forget it. “Still awake?”

My breathing hitched. “How’d you get my number?” I asked breathlessly.

I should’ve pulled the vibrator out, should’ve turned it off, should’ve stopped tugging on my nipples when I answered the phone. But I couldn’t … I fucking couldn’t. His voice, his words, that gruff expression on his face earlier.

Turning the vibrator up a setting, I closed my eyes. The vibrations came quicker and louder, sending me closer and closer to the edge. I threw my phone beside me and turned it on speaker.

“What do you want, Cristian?” I asked.

He paused. “Are you touching yourself?”

“No,” I breathed out, slapping a hand over my mouth.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Ben was my fiancé—my fiancé—my damn lying fiancé.

I shouldn’t be lying in bed and thinking about another man. I shouldn’t be pushing my hand between my legs and wondering what Cristian would do if he were here with me. I shouldn’t be fantasizing about him so much.

Everything about him screamed danger, yet my body couldn’t seem to cool off hours after I had last seen him. The way his eyes locked on mine. The way his lips curled up just a few centimeters. The way he looked at me like I was going to be his one of these days.

“What do you want, Cristian?” I repeated when I knew I wouldn’t moan aloud.

“I’m at your door. Answer it.”

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