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“Ari,” she whispers when she feels how hard I am as I press against her thigh.

She’s right.

I’m insatiable for her.

She reaches and wraps her hand around my cock, giving it a good squeeze before she strokes me from root to tip.

I hiss with pleasure, tilting my head down to watch.

“We don’t have time,” she says weakly, stroking me faster. “We have to go down. They are expecting you.”

“Whoever is dead, is dead. They aren’t coming back. They can fucking wait. Oh, fuck, Tesoro. You’re a quick learner,” I praise, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“I have the best teacher,” she flirts, giving my cock another firm squeeze by tightening her fist.

I smirk, digging my teeth into my bottom lip while I watch as she touches me exactly how I like. “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah,” she pouts, falling to her knees. She jerks the towel away from her body, giving me the view of her tits. From the downward view of looking at her, I can tell her nipples are hard. They are red and a bit irritated from all my affection last night, so I won’t touch them, but god, I will admire them. “Maybe you can grade me, Mr. Milazzo,” she purrs, guiding my cock between her lips while she role plays.

“You’re fucking perfect for me, aren’t you?” I groan as she sucks my cock, gently playing with the tip first.

She hums and all I can hope is that she is agreeing with me about the question I just asked her.

“Goddamn it, you’re too good at this already. How am I supposed to keep my hands off you when you’re so good with your mouth? Hmm?” I push her hair back, tangling my fingers in the curly strands and hold onto the coils while she deep throats me. “Fuuuuck,” I groan, hearing the wet sounds of her trying to take me to the back of her throat.

I fall onto one arm, holding myself up against the wall while I look down, her head bobbing faster.

“That’s it, Tesoro. Just like that.” I lick my lips and release a sexual sigh. “I love seeing your lips stretch while you suck me. You have no idea how good you look right now.”

Her free hand comes to cradle my sack and gently rolls the orbs in her palm at the same time as she sucks me to the back of her throat only to cause herself to gag.

“Rosie!” I slam my fist against the wall, my knees buckle when she begins to pay attention to a certain spot under the crown of my cock. “Fuck, oh fuck, yes, don’t stop. Don’t stop. What the fuck,” I groan in confusion and euphoria. No one has ever found that spot. No one has ever focused on it so much, that If they did, they would have known it would make me come. “Rosie, don’t stop,” I repeat again, my lungs searching for air as my orgasm creeps closer.

I tighten my grip so hard on her scalp, she whimpers, and the small vibration travels done the length of my cock. Taking her face in my hands, I fuck her throat once, twice, three times before flooding her mouth.

“Mmm,” she moans, swallowing me greedily.

“God, Rosie.” My head spins from the rush before I collapse against the wall.

I slip from her mouth, and she peers up at me. Those blue eyes full of pride and her lips shining and red from accommodating me.

Reaching down, I wrap my hand around her throat and lift her to her feet. “I’ll never you buy you a necklace when you look so much better wearing my hand.” I smash my lips against hers, tasting her, tasting myself, and I’m about to spread her legs to slide home when another knock pounds on the front door.

“I won’t have men to lead when I kill them all,” I say low so only she can hear me.

Rosie giggles as I bend down and snag the towel off the ground to wrap around my waist.

“I’m not done with you, Tesoro. Far from it.” I point at her, then stomp my way to the door. I yank it open, only this time it’s Gianni standing in front of me. “What?”

“I was making sure everything is okay. Everyone is getting restless.”

“Oh?” I lean against the wall and cross my arms. “Is the body still dead?”

“Yes, Ari, but you know the sooner you deal with this, the better. Every second wasted is a second the enemy has that we don’t. I understand you are wanting to celebrate you progress with Rosie—”

I slam the door behind me, so Rosie doesn’t have to see me like this and pin Gianni against the wall across the hall. “No, you don’t get to use her against me. Do you understand? You don’t get to decide how I spend time with my wife. I am prioritizing her. Our relationship. The body is not going anywhere, and the enemy isn’t doing anything today or they wouldn’t have left a body for us to figure out what to do with. You don’t get to speak to me about the choices I make regarding my wife and my fucking time. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Mr. Milazzo,” he concedes.

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