The Boss

“Wait, don’t you need a condom?” I asked.

He smirked and began thrusting into me regardless. “No, I don’t. I’m fucking you like I’d fuck the woman I want to have my children with. Okay, bella?”

I was unable to speak with his cock ramming into me the way it was. The moans that left my mouth scared me. I’d never felt so much pleasure in my life, and this...man hadn’t even broken a sweat.

As I began to explode around him, he dipped his fingers into me, alongside his cock. I felt a tearing sensation inside me as he withdrew his fingers, tasting them before plunging them into my mouth.

“You taste so fucking good, Rosie. I want to taste you forever.”

He pounded into me as I wrapped my legs around him, holding my breath as he let out a guttural moan. His body dropped onto mine, and his lips began to caress mine. We were kissing again, and I somehow managed to flip us over to ride him again.

He laughed darkly before stopping me, his hands placed firmly on my hips to prevent them from rocking any further.

“Listen to me. I need to go and give a speech, shake a few hands and shit. Then, I’m coming back up, and I want you rested and ready to continue what you’ve just started. Yes?”

He lifted me off him and kissed me roughly as I eagerly nodded. He dressed quickly and glanced at me through his dark hair that had fallen in front of his eyes.

“You’ll need a divorce. I’ll arrange it if you want it. If not, speak now.”

I was stunned, but I nodded my head. I had never felt passion like that in my life, but I knew nothing about this man.

“Why would I need a di—”

“Because you’re going to be mine. Mine and no one else’s. Tell me what your husband would be satisfied with, and he can have it.”

The warmth between my legs was growing, and I bit my swollen lip as I looked up at him.

“He wants to be part of the mob, I guess. So, if you can put a word in with the boss—”

He crossed the room and smirked as he gazed at me.

“Rosie, consider it done.”

He winked at me before smoothing his hair back and exiting the room. I gathered the sheets around me as he closed the doors behind him and ordered someone to clean the fucking bar. Then, I heard another heated conversation in Italian before more doors were slammed.

I wrapped the sheet around me and crept outside, where I noticed the bar staff glancing up at me fearfully. A man perched on a chair at the bar promptly bowed his head respectfully when he saw me.

“Anything you need, Miss, Boss said you get it. I’ll also need your dress size.”

The boss?!