Page 104 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

All I can do is submit.

I don’t want to anyway. The way that Marco’s been caring for me has melted my heart to the point where I’m kind of concerned that I won’t be able to recover.

I guess it’s just another element of the storm that is Marco De Luca.

He spins me around so I’m facing the shower tiles. Pressing me forward, I gasp as my nipples graze against the cool surface. It makes me arch my back instinctively, and Marco meets me when I do, his tongue licking a long line up from my collarbone to my ear. Standing behind me he’s like a furnace, and I tilt my hips back, my ass grazing against his hard length as I do.

He grunts. “Don’t move,” he groans.

I freeze.

“I want this to last,” Marco manages to grit out.

I don’t think I do.

His teeth graze my neck and I moan, my nerves a wreck as I think about what it would feel like for him to bite…

Ah.

I want to scream, but instead I let out a little gasping breath as his teeth pinch down, gently but firmly, on the tendon in my neck.

Shit, this should not feel this good…

But it does.

I moan as he lifts off of me, wanting that pressure again. Marco’s hands roam my body. One grips the back of my neck, pulling me slightly off of the cold tiles, while the other traces a line between my ass cheeks and pushes my legs apart.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Marco growls in my ear.

I moan as he presses a thick finger inside of me.

“You’re so eager, Roisin. So needy. You want me to fuck you, to drive into your hot little pussy, don’t you?”

Good Lord.

My eyes practically roll back in my head. Marco’s always been good with his words, but this is more than just that.

This is like pure fire, traveling from my ears to my core.

I practically melt, grateful that his arm is holding me up, because otherwise I’d be a mess all over the tiny bathroom right now.

Marco spears into me, and I groan and shudder as he thrusts his fingers inside me. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, Roisin,” he grunts. “You’re going to come all over my cock, and you’re going to fucking scream my name while you do it.”

I dare you,I want to say.

Instead, I just moan.

Marco laughs, a low noise that makes me shudder closer to an orgasm. I’d be shocked that I’m this close, but with Marco…

I’m not.

He pulls his fingers from me seconds before the shake of the orgasm takes me, and I practically whimper as he does. Gently, he turns me in his arms, then his hands drift down my sides and grab the sides of my ass.

“Wrap your legs around me, love,” he whispers.

I would do anything he asked me to right now.

Marco hoists me up in a smooth movement, and I slide down his stomach, marveling at the abs that ripple under my hot center. He pauses me, his firm grip balancing me with ease.

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