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Her eyes caught mine. Held. “No.” Untruth. “Can we drop this?”
What purpose did it serve for the new head of the Italians to try to prove the innocence of a dirty cop?
Curiouser and curiouser.
Staring up at her, I rumbled, “You owe me your loyalty above anyone else.”
She shuddered, but it wasn’t in fear. “Oh, fuck, you sounded all mobster just then.”
I almost rolled my eyes because Savvie had a thing for mobsters. I even felt the difference when that slick, pretty cunt of hers grew even wetter.
“You should be scared,” I ground off, but who the fuck was I kidding? Those four words were to get her hotter.
She gulped. “Oh.” A hiss escaped her as she wriggled around, managing to get the tip of my dick to rub against her clit.
This was her idea of dirty talk.
“One day, when you’re my fucking queen, Savvie, you know what you’ll have to do, don’t you?”
Her pupils were like pinpricks. “What?”
“You’re gonna have to pay your king his dues.”
A low groan escaped her. “Every morning and every night,” she promised breathily, and she let go of one of my hands and slipped it between us.
When the tip of my cock felt the pressure of her tight slit, I gritted my teeth as she groaned, slowly taking every inch I had to give.
When her hand returned to mine, we bridged our fingers as she began riding me.
“How you gonna do that, little one?”
She licked her lips. “I’ll suck you off. Make sure I send you out into the world nice and relaxed.”
I grinned. “Savvie, that mouth of yours ain’t relaxing. Just makes me want inside this pretty pussy.”
“O-Okay—” Mewling, she pressed her forehead to mine. “We’re going to have to get you a throne.”
“You’re not supposed to make me laugh when we’re fucking.”
“I’ll fuck you on it,” she argued. “Every king needs a throne.”
Biting back another grin, I told her, “You ready to be my queen, little one?”
“You know it.” She whimpered when I arched my hips up.
“Then why are you holding out on me?” I caught her lips with mine. “Set the date.”
“Give me a time and a place, and I’ll be there.”
The words set fire to something inside me.
They gave me hope.
They made mehappy.
As I smiled up at her, I rasped, “I want a spring wedding. You in a sleeveless white dress, the sun shining behind you. Our families relaxed and happy, none of this stress and tension with what’s going on…”
She blinked, sighed. “I want that too.”
“You know how this works, little one. Whatever you want, you get. You just have to tell me.”
“I want to be your wife,” she whispered.
“And I want to be your husband.”
I tightened my fingers around hers, and with my good leg, leveraged up so that I could take us back to where we’d been before I derailed shit.
My woman’s pussy was the only paradise a sinner like me would ever experience, and luckily for me, I intended to savor it for the next fifty years.
