Page 25 of A Mafia Mistress for Christmas

Her fingers stretch out on the glass, and this time, when I pound into her cunt, she meets my every punishing thrust, hard and fast as I take her without mercy or pause.

I look down between us, where my cock is disappearing inside her sweet cunt. The sight will be imprinted in my memory forever. My heart is beating out of my chest as I bend to cover her with my much-larger body, biting the back of her neck as I thread my hand through her hair.

“Take it.” I plunge into her, all the way to the hilt. “Take it all, like a good little girl you are, Lacey.”

The fit is exquisite, her pussy tight enough to make me see stars when she clenches around me. I hold back my orgasm for as long as I can, the slap of flesh on flesh only pushing me closer to the edge.

Lacey soars first, screaming my name. I slam into her once, twice, before pulling out to come all over her back, my release ripping through me until I spill every last drop onto her skin. Her legs wobble when I reach for her, turning her around to face me, twin spots of red coloring her cheeks.

“Next time,” I say, wiping a hand across her chin. “Next time, I’ll be coming inside you.”

“Next time?” She stares at me, her chest heaving, as though she can’t quite believe we made it to this point.

“If we want to make this relationship believable,reallybelievable, I’ll be coming in you a lot.”

She blinks in disbelief but doesn’t argue. Instead, she pushes up on her tiptoes and kisses me, sweeping her tongue into my mouth, and that’s all the confirmation I need.

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I’ve got Lacey in the shower, scrubbing between her legs, when the cell rings. I glance at the screen—fuck, Stefan. I click accept and wait in a tense moment of silence for him to say whatever it is he doesn’t want to text.

“I need you at dinner tonight,” he begins.

I swallow over a groan. “I know.”

“The cartel leaders will be present. I want you and your mistress there before the others show up.”

His tone leaves no room for argument, but it’s not like I plan on giving him any, despite the way an anchor pulls me low and my stomach drops.

“Why do you need her?” It’s a stupid question, and I immediately regret it, wincing.

“To give me something pretty to look at besides your asshole ugly mug.” Stefan hangs up.

As much as I didn’t want her to go, it looks like Lacey has to, or it will look suspicious. I glance up in time to see her turning the corner, a towel knotted between her breasts.

“Eavesdropping?” I ask.

“I’ll be fine. I know how to handle myself.”

She might, but I’m worried about what I’ll do. I’ve stepped too far over the line with her. Will I be able to play the part I’m expected to play?

I guess we’ll fucking see.

CHAPTER9

Lacey

Ilet Marco fuck me without a condom, and despite every shred of logic screaming at me for being a fool, I regret nothing, not when he claimed me in front of the window for the city to see.

Not when he took me again on the couch and I rode him to completion.

Today isn’t for sex, though, and I have to stop him from going for round three to get into the right mindset for tonight.

Another night of playing pretend, and it’s not lost on me that it’s Christmas Eve. Not like the occasion means much to me anymore, but as I take a step over the threshold of the Zicari family mansion on Marco’s arm, as I take two strides for every one of his in order to keep up, my insides refuse to settle.

Everything hinges on this dinner: this takedown, our lives, my professional future, any sort of future Marco and I might be able to claw out of the ruins of his brother’s empire. Not that I’ll allow myself to worry about it—much.

With every stray thought grappling for supremacy in my head, I still think about Mom.

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