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Immediately, her tongue is in my throat and my erection throbs. I need this woman like oxygen.

She fiddles with my belt buckle, but when I grab her wrist, stopping her from touching my cock, she looks up at me with confusion.

“Your hands,” I growl breathlessly, pulling off my leather gloves. “Are covered in blood.”

“Oh, do you want me to go wash—”

But once again, I grab the back of her head and press my lips to hers, kissing her while pulling my cock out of my pants.

“No, I just want you to hold on tight.”

Abby grins, kissing me before wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. Pulling her skirt over her hips, I waste no time and shove my swollen cock inside of her.

“Fucking hell, Foxy,” I grunt loudly, my voice trembling, holding her hips and slamming myself deeper. “You feel so fucking good.”

“S…so…do you,” she moans, throwing her head back.

She wraps her legs around me, and using my shoulders for leverage, she works herself up and down, bouncing on my cock.

“Ahhh!” She cries, as I thrust harder, slamming her back against the metal door, hearing it rattle on its hinges.

She groans, her whole body tensing and her pussy squeezing me hard.

“Roman…” She breathes, my name like a prayer on her lips. “I’m going to cum.”

“So am I,” I hiss. “Inside my pussy.”

“Roman,” she whispers.

“You’re mine, Little Fox,” I growl, biting her neck. “You’ve always been mine.”

“Yes!”

Her last moan wracks her body, and I feel her climax hit right as I empty myself inside of her.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

ABBY

A moan bubbles out of me as he applies pressure to my sore muscles, his fingers circling and pushing, a devilish smirk gracing his face.

“You’re missing the best part,” I mutter, trying to draw his attention back to the TV.

“I don’t really watch television to be honest,” he mutters with a roll of his eyes. “And besides, I’d much rather be upstairs recreating the previous scene than watching it.”

I chuckle, my head leaning back against the couch as I roll my shoulders, burrowing down into the soft cushions and turning my attention back to the movie we’re currently watching. I haven’t seen the film before, yet it’s eerily predictable, like always.

If someone told me this would be my life a few weeks ago, I would have laughed in their face, yet here I am. Sitting here, watching a chick flick with a Mafia Boss, as he adoringly massages my swollen feet and ankles.

I do find it a bit ironic that he’s attending to me, when he’s the one who nearly lost his dog yesterday.

Caesar had thankfully survived the attack. The bullet that had been fired at him had grazed his shoulder, but according to the terrified vet who delivered the news, he was going to make a full recovery. However, they still recommended that they keep him there to monitor his progress for the next couple of days.

Roman wasn’t exactly pleased with this decision, but I managed to get him to see reason, and reluctantly let his pup heal and recover at the animal hospital.

In the meantime, I knew my mafia boyfriend needed a distraction. Something to lighten his heavy load.

Which is why I invited him back to my place, for dinner and a movie.