Page 112 of Mafia and Gold Digger

“I love you?”

His head bows against me, and his eyes slip shut. “You beautiful, aggravating woman. This hasn’t been fake since you moved your gorgeous ass into my house.”

I blink, feeling some mix of confusion and elation. “What?” The word puffs out between us as his lips ghost mine.

“You heard me.” His lips skim across my skin. “You’re perfect. Beautiful. Addictive. Mine.You’re mine, Emerald Fiorelli, and I’m never going to let you forget it.”

My head tilts back as my eyes flutter closed as he presses against my mouth.

“Hits and killing used to be enough for me. But then I got bored of the kills. And now, you’re the only thing that makes me feel high. You’re my addiction. Your smiles. Your laughter.You.You’re like sunshine chasing off the rain, and being with you lights up everything in my whole goddamn life. And I know that I want and need you and your smiles in my life forever.”

Saint’s lips kiss a blazing trail along the column of my throat. Each kiss is soft, tender, worshiping my body and combusting every nerve within me.

“Mine, and I’m not letting anyone else have you…” He laughs with a deep growl against my ear as his hands begin exploring the curves of my body. Every inch of me sets on fire, and I arch my body into his, needing more, wanting more. Only ever with him.

He pulls back with a dangerous smile. “Strip. Now.”

I lick my lips, watching him as he pulls from me, and I whimper at the loss of contact.

“Now, Emerald.”

The way he orders me sends a flash of something molten through my body. I hold his gaze as my clothing flutters piece by piece to the floor. I take my time rolling my thong down, knowing his hungry gaze is on me, addicted to every detail.

The look he gives emboldens me as I let the fabric fall from my fingers to the floor. An appreciative hum leaves him.

My heart stops as I watch him discard his clothing. His hand wraps around his hard length. My eyes track the way he pumps himself, my core clenching, needing and wanting him to soothe the ache.

It feels like I’d been waiting for this moment since we started this weird journey. Since he picked me up in that stupid car. And maybe in the back of my mind, I’ve always been toying with the idea of this—although I never admitted it, even to myself.

This idea of an ‘us’ completely consumes me.

He steps closer to me, and I stand there, breathing raggedly.

“On the bed. Legs spread wide open,” he orders.

A delicious shiver moves down my body as he looks me over and drinks in every detail.

“Bed. Now.”

“Or what?”

His lips tug at the corner. “Or you’re going to have to find something to hold on to while I spank your ass.”

I back up to the bed, holding his gaze with each step, before I crawl to the middle of the mattress, spreading my legs for him. Giving him a view of the wetness that soaks me.

“Good girl.”

When he says those words to me, they’re my undoing. I’m hooked on this man.I love him.

“Pay attention,” he grits out at me.

Blinking, I look up at him. His features are strained with impatience. I’d gotten lost in my musings about him, but goddammit, he’s something else—and all fucking mine.

He hums again, claiming my mouth as he looms over me, his body primed to take what it wants. His tongue finds entrance once more, and we duel and fight for dominance, fingers roaming, neither of us willing to give up control—until I submit and allow him to take the lead and deepen the kiss.

A rough hand at my jaw angles my head further, sending a gush of heat in its wake. My mind fogs with desire, my blood heats another ten degrees, and each stroke of his thumb against my jaw sends thrumming electricity coursing through my body.

Every fantasy I’d ever had of him these last few weeks, every craving that’s caused heat to pool in my body, is finally coming to fruition.

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