Page 92 of Demanding Mob Boss

"Do you need the toilet before we go to bed?"

She thinks and then nods.

So, I let her use it while I brush my teeth. I put a new toothbrush out for her. She uses it while I piss. Then I take her hand and lead her to my bed. She's still blissed out, just like she should be.

Once we are plastered together under the covers I tell my smart speaker to turn off the lights.

"Thank you." Her voice is slurred, but I can feel her smile against my chest in the dark. "I'm clean."

I don't say anything about her feeling clean with my cum all over her body. I just say, "You're mine."

"I'm yours."

ANNA

I wake in Cian's arms. I don't know what time it is, but I think it's still dark out. I'm not sure because the blackout blinds on the sliding door leading to the terrace might be that good.

Cian is still sleeping and I don't want to wake him up. This feels too good.

I never thought I would feel clean again, but he knew what to do to erase that awful man's touch.

I can smell Cian on me and I like it. He changed his protocol for me. He won't let me be taken again, but he's still going to get me a taser and have Connor teach me self-defense. Cian wants me to feel safe.

I've never felt safer than when I am in his arms.

The thought of leaving his apartment to return to my own hurts, but he's not going to want to keep me here. He's busy with mob stuff right now and he needs to keep me away from him. He said so.

So, I don't wake him, wanting to revel in the peace I feel being where I am for as long as I can.

His phone rings, disturbing my reverie. Frowning, I stifle a sound of protest. It's only a matter of time now, before I have to go.

One arm tight around my waist, he drags me across the bed with him so he can grab his ringing cell. He barks into it, "What?"

I don't hear the other side of the conversation and Cian does little more than grunt before disconnecting the call. He instructs the smart speaker to turn the lights on at fifty percent.

A soft glow fills the large bedroom and I can see Cian's handsome features. His golden red hair is sticking up in places, but it looks sexy, not messy. His beard stubble is a shade darker than the hair on his head.

Curious what it feels like because he's always smoothly shaven when I see him, I reach up and brush along his square jawline with my fingertips. "It's softer than I expected. I thought it would be bristly."

"It would feel bristly enough against the tender skin of your face. If I kissed you right now, you'd end up with beard burn."

"Does that hurt?"

"I don't know."

"But you've given it to other women?"

"Once or twice. I'm not big on kissing."

"You kiss me."

"And I'll keep kissing you."

I love when he talks like we have a future. It makes me feel secure.

His arm still around my waist, he sits up. "I have to go."

"I wish you didn't." I feel safe telling him the things I would usually keep silent inside me.

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