Page 63 of Shackled By the Mafia Boss

I’m close to exploding and she’s panting, breath rasping. “Say my name, Jane. I want to hear you say it. Who owns you?”

“M-Marcus…” She cries louder, convulsing. Her bound hands are above her head, fingers flexing convulsively.

“That’s right,amore. You’re all mine. Every inch of you belongs to me.” My climax hits with the force of a ten-ton truck and I come with one last deep thrust. “Fuck,” I groan as I empty inside her.

I lay on her for a moment, resting my weight on an arm. We’re both gasping for breath, sweaty and the air smells like sex and Jane. She smells so fucking good.

Rolling off and dropping on the bed next to her, a grin stretches my lips. Jane notices and turns to face me. Her hair is disheveled, her lipstick smudged and her cheeks a deep pink. “What’s funny?”

She places her hands on my bare chest and I hold her. “Nothing. I’m just happy you’re here.”

No one ever comes to my place, not my brothers nor any other woman I’ve fucked in the past. Jane is the first person I’ve brought here and I love her being in my home. It feels good to share my space with her.

I remember the handcuffs and look at her wrists. They are not bleeding, but the skin is red. They’ll be bruised in the morning. I’ll buy silk covered cuffs in the morning, and maybe a few other toys. It will be fun playing with Jane, but I hate seeing her hurt. “Where are the keys?”

She blinks, confused for a moment, then smiles. “In my bag.”

I roll off the bed and find her bag. There’s so much stuff in it, I tip it all out and grab the bunch of keys. I unlock the cuffs and rub her wrists.

My thought drifts back to my conversation with Dominic and my smile fades.

You’re in love with her.

My stomach flips, my heart racing. I don’t love her, I like her—I’m attracted to her. Surely there’s a difference between those, right?

I heave a sigh, feeling like and idiot as I try to shut down my feelings, knowing damn well denying them won’t do me any good.

“Are you okay?” Jane asks, her voice soft as it draws me back to the present.

“Never been better.” I feel my dick hardening again. I’m going to take her again tonight, but first she needs to take a shower and eat. “Common, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I stand and stretch out a hand to her. When she places hers in mine, I pull her up and lead her to the bathroom, wrapping my hand around her waist so she doesn’t fall.

Our sex must’ve been intense for her, too, because her she stumbles as I lead her into the bathroom. I turn on the water and sprays jet from three sides. The water is warm and I soap up my hands to wash sweat and sex from our bodies.

I grab a towel and use it to dry her off, then Jane wanders to the closet and picks out one of my shirts to wear. It’s oversizedand covers her ass, but her long legs are on display. I can’t help but remember those legs wrapped over my shoulders, urging me to move faster, harder.

Christ, help me.

I swear this woman will be the death of me. It doesn’t help my cock to subside when she gathers up all that lush, black hair in a ponytail. I want to grab it and hold it as I take her from behind.

I pull on sweatpants and don’t bother with a shirt as I stride towards her. Her gaze meets mine before it drops to my chest and she blushes, and I see a splash of white as her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

I love the way she tenses up around me. “What’s wrong, princess?”

She grins, her green eyes sparkling with glee and her white teeth flashing a beautiful smile at me. “Nothing,” she giggles, “I can’t get used to seeing you naked.”

“I’m not naked.”

“Well, you’re half-naked.” She scratches her cheek, darting her eyes to the window, the recliner in the corner of the room and everywhere else but at me.

Jane is a fierce, confident woman, but my body warms knowing my presence has so much impact on her that she avoids my gaze. “You hungry?”

She groans. “I’m starving. I had a crazy day today.”

“Tell me about it,” I say as we make our way to the kitchen. I know what happened and I was the mastermind behind it. She doesn’t need to know that though.

“It’s Rodriguez,” she tells me, having forgotten she mentioned it in the car earlier. “He was found in a terrible condition this morning.”

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