Page 42 of Mafia Handbook

“Put me in, Sweetness.” Bash commanded before latching his mouth around her left nipple. He needed to be inside her, however, if he acted on the thoughts running through his head, he worried this would be the only time they’d be together.

Reaching down, Milena wrapped her hand around the shaft of Bash’s cock, lining him up with her opening. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Milena locked eyes with Bash as she slowly lowered herself down.

“Motherfucker, you feel good.”

“So good,” Milena chanted in agreement as she set a rhythm, tossing her head back as she brushed her clit against Bash’s pelvis.

“That’s it, baby, ride my cock.” Closing his eyes, Bash fought hard not to come. Between a lack of condom and Milena’s tight as fuck pussy, he was barely holding on.

“So close, Sebastian.” Milena panted, her bouncing becoming hurried and sloppy as she chased her impending orgasm.

Something snapped inside Bash as his full name fell from Milena’s lips. Standing to his full height, he took several steps, placing her back to the tiled wall.

“Only whores and strangers call me Sebastian.” Bash spoke through clenched teeth as he thrusted his hips with such force Milena rose several inches up the wall. “You’re not a fucking whore, and damn sure not a stranger, so you call me Bash.”

“Okay,” Milena agreed, the need to come so great she would gladly agree to anything as long as he continued to fill her the way he was.

Say it.”

“B-Bash.”

“That’s right, Sweetness. Say it again.”

“Bash.”

“Who owns your pussy?”

“Bash.”

“Whose cock is making you come?”

“Bash.”

He could feel the moment Milena reached her orgasm, the constriction of her inner walls granting him permission to spill inside of her.

“You own me too, Milena.” Bash confessed barely above a whisper, lifting her off the wall and placing them both under the spray of the shower.

Milena held onto Bash as the hot water rained down the back of her head and neck. Her body felt as if constructed of the same fibers as a wet noodle. She’d never had shower sex, now, she couldn’t wait to have it again. Using the euphoria of her lingering hormones, she tipped her head up, catching Bash’s penetrating gaze in hers.

“You were avoiding me.”

Nodding, “I was, but you’re one hell of a distraction, and I needed to find Gridlock.”

“I’m a distraction?” She’d been called many things in her short life; a distraction was never one of them.

“A welcome one,” Bash bent down, placing a kiss on her swollen lips. “But yes, I can’t focus when you’re around.”

Shaking her head, “I thought you were embarrassed of me.”

“What the fuck gave you that idea?”

“You did,” dropping her gaze to the ink on Bash’s chest. “During the video chat with your team, you seemed to be embarrassed.”

Palming her face in his hands, Bash kissed her with abandon, grinding his hardening cock into her stomach. “I wasn’t embarrassed, I was possessive, ready to rip Boundaries head off for flirting with you. I’ve never shown this level of intensity with another female.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’ve never wanted,” Bash stammered, the word not defining his feelings toward the beauty in his arms. “Never needed anyone like I need you.”

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