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“Good little fuck toy.” I smirk at her, licking my lips.
“More,” she begs. “Never in my life.More.”She gets up awkwardly, trying to slither to my cock like a snake.
Cuffing her was a dick move—she’s already bruised near the wrists. I only notice in my split-second of clarity, but before I can act, she finds her way to me.
My vision goes white for the instant her warm mouth covers the head of my cock.
Again, the visual… She pops her ass up for me, spreading her legs wide to maintain balance without her hands.
“You’re my prisoner,” I say, grabbing her head as she bobs harder.
“Mmph.”She comes up for air, eye contact the whole way. “I’ve been bad, warden. Make me pay.”
I’ve never started a relationship with roleplay, but with her? It feels good.
She moans as my cock gets even harder in her mouth. She has to fight to keep it down. She’s amazing at what she does. It comes from pure passion, purewant. Her tongue massages my shaft while she holds her lips under her teeth. The pressure is immense.
And then it just… stops.
She pulls back, out of breath, breasts spilling out of her shirt and pussy exposed through her ripped tights. She spreads her legs one at a time. The lips shining from a mix of mine and her dew. I belong inside there.
“Well? Aren’t you going to give me maximum security?” She pushes her ass toward me so her head is laying on the door panel. “I’m helpless.”
“Might be a life sentence if you’re not careful, little bitch.” I cave, reaching for a condom in my duffel—I was sure not to be caught empty handed again.
She has a gleam in her eyes.
“Fuck me, Arosso. Make love to me.Put it in.” She tries to override my process, but it ain’t going to fly.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I startle and start the car. It’s a father with his little kid. What in actual fuck?
“It’s nine in the morning? What the hell is the matter with you?”The man bangs on the panel.
“Guess the windows aren’t tinted enough,” Quinn laughs, still out of breath. “That’s two times we were nearly caught. It’s like we’re magnets or something.”
“Or something.” I grin.
Chapter 17
Quinn
I’m in a strange state of mind. Somewhere between excitement, exhaustion, and relief. It’s been a few days since that wild night of murder and skin-of-my-teeth rescuing. I’m a missing person now, apparently, and thankfully, my ghost of a man left not a trace for them to find me.
Because I don’t want to be found.
This is the happiest I’ve been in as long as I can remember. It’s not just that we almost had sex for the first time, nor that the kinky orgasm was extensively mind blowing, but that… he seems to give a shit about me. And I don’t know if it’s the falling for your dark hero, or what, but I am.
He goes to check on my father multiple times a day between sets—or so he says. I believe him. There’s no reason not to at this point. What’s more, he promised resolution now that it’s clear Ferraro is involved with this whole debacle.
Now, here I am, in one of Silver’s lavish stage houses on the nicer side of Jersey, waiting for him to come home from a long day of work. I’m sitting cross-legged on a plushy couch with the heat blasting, wrapped in a sweater and joggers, barefoot. The heated floors are a nice touch. It’s like I’m dipping my toe in a hot spring every time I decide to get up. The mafia sure likes to live lavishly.
I huff, not sure what to do with myself. Can’t go online, TV isn’t hooked up, no books in the house. The only thing I really can do is think about the situation, and Silver, andus. Wow, I can’t believe I’m actually sitting here missing a man. It’s such a new sensation that I don’t really know how to process it.
Even though he’s deathly hot, and our chemistry is electric, still… his guard’s up. He won’t let himself breathe around me unless it’s right after we fool around. It’s like that’s the only time he can relax or something. Must be a lot on his mind.
Who can blame him?