Page 99 of Demanding Mob Boss

My girl likes a little pain with her pleasure. I'll remember that.

But tonight, when I put my dick in her, the pain will be minimal because of what I am doing now.

Coaxing her through the aftershocks of her orgasm, I eventually pull my hand out of her soft, soaked pussy. Pink tinges my fingers, blood mixed with her cum.

Lifting my hand, I say, "Look. You are mine and mine alone."

Her hazy eyes widen and then she smiles. "Yours."

Putting my fingers in my mouth I suck the sweetness of her cum and the coppery tang of her blood off. She watches me, her violet gaze focused on my mouth as her already blown pupils widen.

Tugging her body close, I kiss her forehead. I've never done that with another woman. Not even my sister. It feels as intimate as the taste of her virginity on my fingers. I am not a gentle man, but with her, I am whatever she needs me to be.

She goes boneless against me, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths I've come to associate with that zoned out place she goes from my touch.

Satisfaction makes me smug as I hold her. No other man has ever touched her the way I'm going to. Only one other man has touched her at all and he's a dead man walking.

My phone chimes and I grab it out of my suit jacket beside us.

Connor:Your two o'clock appointment is here.

Fuck. The arms dealer. I'd cancel the meeting, but we need the weapons and ammo for our upcoming move against the Kicks Bandidos.

Me:10 minutes.

Connor:Thumbs up emoji.

Grabbing our discarded clothes, I carry Anna into my office's en suite and sit her on the counter. Running the water until it's nice and hot, I grab a washcloth and get it wet before washing between her legs. Afterward, I rinse the cloth and get it wet with even hotter water before folding it and pressing it against her pussy.

She sighs. "That feels good."

"Touching you always feels good."

Her smile is still loopy and I know there's no way I'm leaving her to sit at her desk alone right now. This is when she's like an open circuit and I won't let her get overwhelmed again, like that day at the hospital.

I dress her in her leggings and go to slide her arms into one of my black dress shirts I keep on hand to change into when mob business gets messy. I don't want to put her hoodie back on her, but I also don’t want her beautiful tits on display under her top.

Besides, I like when she wears my clothes. A hell of a lot.

But she shakes her head. "That's scratchy."

I grab the other shirt hanging in the tiny storage cupboard. It's a silk cotton blend by a designer I like. Still black. Still large enough to be roomy on my girl.

"What about this one?" I ask.

She rubs the sleeve between her thumb and forefinger and nods. "Better."

After I get her dressed, I put my own shirt back on and my jacket. Once we are presentable, I carry her out of the bathroom and cross the office to unlock the door. I don't open it though.

I sit down behind my desk, with Anna positioned sideways in my lap. She immediately rests her cheek against my chest. "I like this suit. It's soft."

I make a note to have her go through my clothes so I can get rid of anything she doesn't like against her skin.

I text Connor.

Me:Bring him in.

The arms dealer isn't affiliated with a syndicate. He works freelance and supplies to more than one criminal organization. I have never liked that aspect of working with him, but he gets what we need when we need it.

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