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“Hold on to me, baby girl, I’m gonna lift you up, okay?”
“Uh-huh,” she pants.
I grab her hips and lift her until she’s seated on my shoulders with her back pressed against the wall.
Much fucking better. I suck on her sweet, swollen flesh and her cum coats my lips and tongue, making my cock throb. “You taste fucking incredible, baby.”
“You’re so good at that, Max,” she moans. “So good.”
I murmur against her skin, letting her taste and scent flood my senses as I eat her sweet pussy. I could do this every minute of every day and never get enough of her.
“Holy fu-oh!” she cries, coming all over my tongue. She pulls at my hair and gyrates on my face, rubbing out the last of her orgasm. But it’s not enough. I’m desperate for her. I lower her to the floor and stand up, pulling my cock out of my sweatpants.
Viktor shouts obscenities, but I tune him out. This might have been about him a few minutes ago—about showing him what he’ll never have and teaching him a lesson for daring to touch what belongs to me—but now it’s only about her and the burning need to be inside her.
“Fuck me, Max,” she pleads.
I wrap her legs around my waist and sink inside her, giving her every single inch. Her breath hitches and her eyes flutter closed as she squeezes around me, sucking me deeper.
“Look at me when I’m fucking you, baby,” I growl. Her eyes lock on mine and I smile at her. She’s fucking perfect. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
“Yes, Max,” she groans, raking her nails down my back. “I’m your good girl.”
“Tell this thick fuck who you belong to, baby,” I grunt as I slam into her, nailing her against the wall with each thrust.
“Yours, Max DiMarco. I’m y-yours,” she gasps as I roll my hips, rubbing the tip of my cock and my piercing over her G-spot.
“Damn fucking right you are,” I groan as heat sears through my thighs and gut, coiling in my balls as I drive harder and come inside her—hot, heavy, and all-fucking-consuming, I spill every drop I have into her cunt.
“Fuck yes, Max,” she rocks her hips, chasing her own orgasm as I grind mine into her. I bury my face in her neck, sinking my teeth into her skin and pushing my cock deeper and allowing her to get herself off. When she comes a few seconds later, her pussy clamps around my cock like she’ll never let me go.
I keep her legs wrapped around me, my face buried in the crook of her neck and my cock deep in her pussy as I catch my breath. My heart beats wildly against hers and she runs her fingers through my hair. I don’t want to pull out of her. I’d much rather carry her out of here like this and go on fucking her for the rest of the day and night, but Viktor needs to die first. The sound of his constant grumbling and cursing is almost drowned out by the blood pounding in my ears.
When I can breathe normally, I pull my dick out of her and the rush of cum that comes with it makes her blush. I catch some on my fingers and push it back inside her before bringing my fingers to her lips. “Open.”
She parts those juicy pink lips and I slip my cum-soaked fingers inside her mouth. Her tongue swirls over my skin as she cleans up every drop. And when I pull my fingers free, I replace them with my tongue, tasting us both as I kiss her hard. By the time I pull back, she’s panting and her dark eyes are full of fire. I have to look away and remind myself that we have a job to do. I tuck my cock into my pants and pull her dress down so Viktor won’t see her bare pussy. That’s only for me.
I grab the knife from the floor. “Are you done with him, baby? You get all you needed?”
She glances at him, her nose wrinkled in disgust and one hand on her hip. She looks every inch the Mafia princess she was born to be. No, fuck that princess nonsense. She’s a queen—my fucking queen.
“Yeah. Take care of him for me, would you, baby? Then we can get out of here.”
“My pleasure.” I wink. I could drag this out for a few more hours—days even. The old me would have. But the old me didn’t have something much better to do with my time. I walk over to him, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his head back again.
“Pig!” He spits at me.
“Goodbye, Viktor.” I slice his neck from ear to ear and let his head roll back so he can choke on his blood. Just to make sure my girl has no doubt that this piece of shit will never bother her again, I stick the tip of my knife into the wound in his gullet and pull out his tongue until it protrudes through the gaping hole in his neck like a tie.
When I look at her, she’s watching him twitch while the life drains from his body, her lips stretched in a satisfied smile. Not even a flicker of unease or discomfort on her beautiful face. That’s my fucking girl.
ChapterFifty-Three
JOEY
Ismile as I look at the faces gathered around the dining table. Kristin and her father are still here, and Vito’s almost fully recovered now. Anya sits close to Lorenzo, and he has a protective arm draped around the back of her chair but not on her shoulder. I think she might buckle under the weight of it now. Dante and Kat sit close, constantly touching each other. They’re so sweet together. And then there’s my Max. He sits beside me with his hand resting possessively on my thigh.
While everyone is discussing plans for Gabriella’s christening in a few days, Max leans close to me, his lips pressed at my ear and his warm breath sending goosebumps prickling along my forearms. “I forgot to tell you how fucking beautiful you look tonight, baby girl.”
