Page 193 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

And after weeks of sleeping beside her wanting this so badly it felt like a sickness… I lose every remaining ounce of control.

I give her another brutal thrust, then another, my hips snapping into hers with enough force to bruise.

“Robert!” She cries out brokenly, her entire body jerking around me.

“There?” I grit out against her neck, dragging my mouth over her skin.

“Yes,” she sobs instantly. “Yes, fuck…”

Her voice cracks apart when I thrust deeper.

The wet sound of it fills the room obscenely. Skin striking skin. Her moans dissolving into gasps every time I bottom out inside her.

I can feel how tight she is around me, how her body keeps clenching desperately like it’s trying to hold onto every inch.

I grip the back of her neck, forcing her spine flush against my chest as I pound into her harder. The impact sends shivers through her entire body, her knees almost giving out.

“You can take it,” I growl against her ear, half praise, and half threat. “Take this cock like a good girl.”

She whimpers loudly, shaking beneath me.

“I missed you,” she gasps. “God, I missed this…”

The confession ruins me.

Because I missed this too. Missed her heat. Her sounds. The way she falls apart in my hands like her body was made specifically for my destruction.

I slide my hand down her stomach, finding where we’re joined, rubbing circles against her clit while my thrusts turn reckless.

“Yes…” Her scream rips out instantly. “Oh my God…”

“That’s it.” I bite down on her shoulder. “Come for me.”

Her entire body convulses.

I feel the orgasm hit her all at once, crushing everything in its way. Her thighs tremble so hard she can barely stay standing as pleasure tears through her in ripples. She cries my name over and over, voice frayed while her body pulses around me uncontrollably.

The sensation blacks my vision.

“Fuck…” I groan harshly, my forehead dropping against her back as my rhythm loses exactness completely.

She’s still shaking when I grab her hips harder and thrust into her again.

And again.

Chasing my own release like a starving animal.

“Robert…” she whines weakly, overstimulated now, body twitching every time I move inside her.

“I know.” My voice comes out wrecked. “I know, baby. Just one more.”

My orgasm crashes into me without warning, hitting like a bullet to the spine.

I curse under my breath, driving into her one final time as release rips through my body hard enough to make my knees buckle.

My grip bruises against her hips while I empty myself inside her, chest heaving violently against her back.

For a second, neither of us moves, the room nothing but ragged breathing and trembling limbs.

Christine turns her head slightly, dazed and glowing and completely ruined for me.

Then the alarm explodes through the estate.

The sound slices through the aftermath instantly.

My entire body locks.

And before either of us can even process it fully, gunshots erupt outside.