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“I don’t think I can,” I whimper.
But Boyd’s throbs of excitement make the trembles of pleasure intensify until I’m panting from the heat radiating from my core. I should be spent. There should be nothing left. But Boyd finds enough to make the pressure build until I’m dancing on the edge of another orgasm.
“I didn’t expect to come from this!” I cry out.
“You’ll come from sucking my cock, if I tell you to,” he rasps, letting go of one hip and spanking me a few times. “I’ll even make you come from a spanking, if I think youreallydeserve to be punished.”
“I want to say that… fuck. Isn’t possible, but…” I don’t finish my sentence because I erupt with a throat-rattling volley ofBig Boydsas I come.
Then he comes while I’m practically screaming, and my abdomen buckles with another one, too.
It almost feels like an out of body experience.
I’m above the bed, looking down at my exhausted, spent frame. Big Boyd is deep inside me, and I can see how much he’s pushed me to my absolute limit. Or well past it. I’m not even sure rightnow. Everything feels numb, because I’m corporeal in the air, looking at the scene through wide eyes.
I’m a true-crime-junkie-slash-true-crime-podcaster and I just got fucked out of my body by Big Mafia Boyd. The guy who says I’mhis.
Right now, I’m his broken doll, a bag of bones on a mattress at the Salvalagio Hotel and Casino. A ghost of who I used to be, settling back into my body.
I feel my fingers again.
I’m on his breath. He’s on mine. I’ve panted and gasped away all the strawberries and cream. My mouth just tastes like him.
And I agreed to behis. With no understanding of what that truly means. A flutter that flickered and danced in the flames until I was on fire.
His?
I keep saying my life isn’t there yet.
Maybe I’m there, right now, on an extended stay in Las Vegas.
The flutter seems to think so.
CHAPTER 15
Boyd
I pull out of Sarah, slowly, listening to her gasp when I’m gone.
It’s the first sound I’ve heard out of her since we finished.
I gingerly let go of her hips and ease her to the mattress, scooping her with one arm as I do. I shuffle her spent body until she’s settled and resting against me.
I like having her here. More than I should, but I’ve claimed what is mine. If this pisses Massimo off, he’ll just have to get over it. Himandhis new bride. Nothing will come between me and the girl in my arms. Ever.
I made that decision the moment I kissed her lips and tasted what I wanted more of.
Sarah dozes off against me, so I let her sleep. I reach for a cigarette, light it, and get more comfortable.
I’m not ready to rest quite yet. I’m buzzing with an energy that is more fulfilling than smashing in doors and letting the rage simmer right below the surface before it rises and snaps some asshole’s neck.
This is the kind of high you don’t come down from. The moment you feel it pass, you go back for more. There are guys around me every day who find this with a gun in their hand. A boy becomes a Made Man. A Made Man becomes a psychopath. Then the boss calls me to clean up the problem.
Or that’s how it used to be, before Erica stormed into my life and started what I never realized would be a downward spiral. Straight to the fucking bottom, before two pretty blue eyes and a lovely laugh made me believe things could change.
I take a drag from my cigarette and exhale. There’s still a glass of whiskey by the bed, so I down a satisfying gulp, then just drain it.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “I fucking needed that.”
