Page 54 of Mafia Captor

Like I need another thing to love about her—our bodies are so in sync we can get one another off in a matter of minutes.

I hold her tighter, keeping a fast-paced rhythm as I rock my hips, bringing us both to that magical place we so desperately need. “Go ahead, baby. Come for me. Come for your man.”

She grips my hair with her hands, giving a pretty little whine. Her pussy locks tight around my cock and that’s all she fucking wrote. The orgasm shoots up from my tightening balls, vibrating through my shaft. One more thrust and my whole body goes through the tremor of an earthquake. I’m filling her pussy with my hot cum, making her even more mine. I shudder through the aftershocks as she shivers through the final stages of her own climax.

I kiss her mouth. She’s like warm putty in my arms as she lazily slips the tip of her tongue past my lips. She’s so naughty but so good.

She’s perfect.

Never thought that about another human. Ever. I kiss her deeper. I mean, I’ve had dogs that were close to perfect, loyal, obedient, fun. Not that I’m comparing her to a dog or anything, I’m just saying a good dog is pretty close to a perfect being, but this girl… this girl’s an angel.

I’ve always had a thing for angels. After my first kill, I got the wings tattooed across my chest. I think it’s my way of dealing with deaths, especially ones I’m responsible for. A hope for something better after this life. For everyone. My loved ones as well as my enemies.

The wing on my face is for my father. I hope he’s looking down on me. He’d love this girl.

But Ashe… she’s like an angel on earth, a bright spot in a dark world.

I break away from the kiss. “You’re a fucking angel. You know that?”

“Hmm?” Her eyes flutter open, her face stunning and satiated, too far gone to hear me. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” I say. “Just that I think you’re pretty damn perfect.”

“You’re pretty alright yourself.” She kisses my cheek. Her soft touch makes damn butterflies in my stomach. I’ve just had the girl and I already want more.

Everyone thought I’d quit dating since the last woman in my life because I got my heart broken. Now they know the truth. I realized I was investing too much in her and it was taking away from my work. My work is my life, it’s a part of me, and that’s never gonna change for anyone.

But with Ashe… she’s a smart cookie and loves to work as much as I do. With her by my side, I don’t feel like I’m torn away from my priorities, I feel like she’s giving me power to be even more focused on the prize.

She pushes me to be a better man, to work harder, to be… good. Well…

As good as I’m ever gonna be.

The ring was one thing. That was so every damn man with a set of eyes would know she’s taken.

But falling in love with my almost-fiancée… That wasn’t in the plans. Was it? This girl’s gonna make an amazing wife.

She pulls away, her nose crinkling. Adorable. “Whatcha thinking about?” she asks.

I’ve been lost in my thoughts. What do I say?I’m falling in love with you? You make me want to be a better man?Mush. Soft, marshmallow mush.

“Dinner,” I say. “You’re wicked sexy and you made me work up an appetite. Let’s go. I’m starving.”

She laughs, slipping down to the ground, her bare feet enveloped in the soft grass. “Then we’d better get going. You are one man I do not want to see get hangry.”

“It’s not a pretty sight.” I give her ass a smack as I bend down to pick up her clothes. “Let’s go clean up. Tasha’s making steak. And I requested a spinach salad for you.”

“Thank you. But you should have some too.” She tickles my ribs. “You gotta have some veggies with all that meat you consume.”

See what I mean? Sweetandconcerned with my health. Total wifey material.

“I’m suspicious of green things.”

We fix up our clothes and she stands on tiptoe to plant another soft kiss on my cheek. She slips her hand in mine. “Thank you for thinking of me. With the salad.”

Thinking about you is all I seem to do.“Yeah. No problem.”

“If we’re having steak, should we invite your brothers over? I know Sailor’s in Boston, but John could come in from the city. Booker is in the guest house and River’s place isn’t too far. Beckett would love the company.”

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