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She rides me faster and faster, her gasps turning to moans and whimpers. I rub the fuck out of her clit, and my cock keeps hitting her deep until she shatters. Her arms tighten around me, and she cries right by my ear, making pleasure sizzle down my spine.
My balls tighten, and shoving Rosalie onto her back, I relentlessly pound into her until my body arches as my orgasm hits.
I keep hammering into her while I come, my jaw clenching from the intense ecstasy exploding through me.
Only when we’re both coming down from our orgasms, do I slow my pace. I don’t pull out immediately, enjoying the last couple of thrusts as residual spasms keep making her pussy clamp around me.
My eyes drink in her flushed face, and the possessiveness I feel for her fills every inch of my chest. “You’re mine,” I say with determination. “I might let you go the day after tomorrow, but you’re mine, Rosalie. I’ll give you all the time you need, and when you’re ready, you’ll come back to me.”
I bury myself deep inside her and press her body into the bed with my full weight. My hands frame the sides of her head, and with her eyes locked on mine, I say, “If I ever catch you with another man, I will kill him.”
Her chin starts to quiver, and instead of arguing with me, she nods.
I fuse my mouth with hers, and we spend minutes just kissing before I pull out of her. I walk to the bathroom and dispose of the condom. After I’ve cleaned myself, I wash my hands and splash water over my face.
When I look up, my eyes connect with my reflection in the mirror.
Rosalie Manno belongs to me.
I hear footsteps, and when I walk back into the bedroom, Rosalie and her clothes are gone. There’s only the blood stain on my sheets.
She better not think she’s going to hide in her room. She promised me two days, and I want every second.
I pull on a clean pair of sweatpants, and when I check her bedroom and find it empty, I feel relieved.
I take the stairs down and head to the side door. Resting my shoulder against the doorjamb, I cross my arms over my chest and watch Rosalie as she waits for Luna to finish peeing.
When she glances at me, her eyes only touch mine for a second before she quickly looks away. Her neck and cheeks flush, making a smile curve my lips.
Luna notices me, and I have to brace myself as she runs and jumps up. I rub her soft fur. “Did you miss me, sweet girl?”
“She did,” Rosalie answers.
Hearing the double meaning in her words, my eyes snap to hers. “I missed her too. Staying away was one of the hardest things I ever had to do.”
Once Luna is done saying hello to me, I walk to Rosalie and take hold of her hand. I tug her closer, and tilting my head, I stare into her eyes. “You okay?”
She nods quickly, then looks away.
“Are we going to lie to each other these last two days?”
She nods again, her voice hoarse as she whispers, “I can’t face the truth.”
I lift a hand and brush my knuckles over her cheek. “Then we’ll lie,moyaMalen'kaya Roza.”
It feels more intimate when I call her my Little Rose in Russian.
Needing to ease the tension in her, I say, “Let’s make something to eat and watch a movie. I just want to relax with you.”
I tug Rosalie into the house and force her to sit on a stool.
When I open the fridge, she asks, “Do the tattoos on your shoulders and chest mean anything?”
“The stars mean authority,” I explain.
“Because you’re the head of the bratva?”
“Yes.” My eyes flick to hers, and seeing the curiosity on her face, I relax.
