Page 25 of Marrying the Underboss

“Then I say we go back to Jersey and make a big show of it.”

“Are you fucking crazy? Do you think I’d put you at risk of being hurt?”

She backhands me against the chest, making me laugh when it doesn’t hurt. “No, I’m not crazy,” She growls sexily.

I grab her hand and place a kiss on her palm. “Sorry, Love, but that was some stupid shit you just said.”

She rolls her eyes at me and pulls her hand into her lap. “Think about it, Kane. Maybe he’s staying gone, waiting for us to come back before he returns. He’s never going to reappear if we’re in hiding too.”

She’s right. I hate that she’s right, but I’ve been thinking about the same thing for a few days. “What would you have medo? Go back to Jersey and serve you up to him on a fucking platter?”

“Yes, if that’s what it takes.”

“Now I know you’re fucking nuts! There is no fucking way that’s happening. We’ll stay gone for the rest of our lives if that’s what it takes.”

She takes my face in the palms of her hands and moves it so I look up into her eyes. “I trust you, Kane, with every fiber of my being. I know you won’t let anything bad happen to me,” she says, then leans in and kisses me softly.

I press my forehead against hers. “It’s not going to happen, Angel. I can’t lose you too.”

She shakes her head. “As much as I love it here, it’s not our home. We both have lives to get back to. I see what staying idle is doing to you, and I don’t like it. You need to get back to work and do the things that keep you sane.”

“If we go back, you must do exactly what I tell you. No running off on some suicide mission trying to save the day.”

“I swear, Kane.” The brat even lifts three fingers like she’s in the fucking boy scouts.

“I can’t believe I’m considering this,” I sigh.

She smiles. “You’re considering it because you know it’s the only option if we ever want to live our lives, our real lives. We aren’t those people who run from danger, we embrace it.”

“My wife is a fucking badass,” I grin.

She rolls her eyes and attempts to get off my lap now that she’s said her piece, but I grip her hips, not letting her get away. “Not so fast.” I pull her hoodie and t-shirt over her head in one move.

“Show me your tits, Angel,” I say gruffly.

Slowly, she reaches behind her back and undoes the hooks. Her breasts fall out of her bra and my hands are on them instantly. I love her fat ass, but I’m a tits man through andthrough. “So fucking pretty,” I growl, running my knuckles over her hard nipples before pinching them. She moans, pressing her tits into my hands, begging for more.

I move my hands long enough for her to throw the bra behind her. Then she has her arms wrapped around my neck and I’m kissing her like the fate of the world depends on it. I need this woman like I need air to breathe. She is everything that matters in this world and if anything ever happened to her, I’d light the fucking world on fire and watch it burn.

She starts rubbing her legging-covered pussy over my hard cock. She’s so wet I can feel it through my jeans. Moving my hand between where we’re connected, I rub my thumb against her clit, making her buck up and then slide against me harder. She grabs my hand when I begin pulling on the material between us. “I swear to God, if you ruin another pair of my leggings, Kane, I’m going to be pissed. I only have two pairs left!”

“Stop fucking wearing them then. Every time I see them on you, it’s like a bull seeing red.”

“I mean it, Kane,” She moans as I continue to rub her through her leggings.

“Fine,” I mutter, pushing her off my lap so she lands facing the back of the couch. If she’s pissed, it doesn’t last long. I stand behind her, grab the band of her leggings, and pull them down to her knees. I spank her ass, leaving a lovely red print behind. Fuck I love seeing my mark on her. “Tell me how much you want my cock, Angel.”

She looks over her shoulder at me, and I can tell she’s about to smart off. I’ve got my jeans unbuttoned and my hand on my zipper, waiting to pull it down and release what she needs, but she’s going to give me what I want first.

Fire burns behind her eyes as her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. “I need you, Kane. Fuck me hard and fast, however you want. But I need you now.”

That’s all it takes for me to slide my zipper down and push my jeans and boxers down my thighs. As soon as I fist my cock she bites down on her bottom lip, watching me. “This what you need?” I ask, spanking her ass with my cock.

When she nods, I slide the head of my cock through her dripping wet pussy. “Yeah, it is.” I groan, thrusting my cock into her so hard my balls slap her mound, and she grunts in satisfaction.

“Kane,” She moans.

I grip her hips and pull out of her. “That’s right, Angel. Say my name as I own you,” I growl, then thrust back in. I hammer in and out of her hot cunt. I’m already close, but I’ll never go over without taking my Angel with me. Sliding my hand around to her front, I find her clit and rub two fingers around her bundle of nerves. She moans loudly and begins moving her ass to meet my thrusts. She’s such a fucking slut for me.

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