Page 192 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

My cock strains painfully against my pants while I grip her waist, the softness of her body against mine nearly making me lose my mind completely.

She wants proof she survived.

And maybe some ugly part of me needs it too.

I keep my hand around her throat, feeling the frantic pulse fluttering beneath my palm while my knee presses harder between her thighs.

“Ride it, Bon.”

She does.

Fuck, she does.

Her head falls back immediately, a broken sound spilling from her as she grinds against my leg with desperate little movements that are already losing rhythm. Her fingers claw at my forearm for balance, silk bunched around her waist, breastbouncing, and breath catching every few seconds like her lungs can’t decide whether to work or drown.

“Harder,” I groan, my grip tightening enough to make her gasp.

Her hips jerk greedily against my thigh, chasing friction like she’ll die without it. I watch her in real time, watch the tension pull across her face, her mouth falling open while wet heat soaks through the fabric covering my knee.

And the sight alone nearly ruins me.

I drag my hand down my stomach, undoing my fly with rough fingers while she whines softly beneath me, too consumed to even notice at first. My cock aches heavily in my palm the second I free it, thick and painfully hard from weeks of restraint.

She’s close.

I can see it.

Her thighs tremble harder, breaths breaking apart, eyes squeezed shut while she rides my leg like she’s trying to climb out of her own skin.

Then I pull my knee away.

Her eyes snap open instantly.

The sound she makes is wrecked. Angry. Needy.

“Robert…”

I turn her around before she can finish.

One second she’s facing me.

The next, her palms slam against the glass wall.

She gasps at the impact, my hand flattening between her shoulder blades to keep her there while I push her dress up roughly around her hips.

“Is this what you wanted?” My voice comes out darker now. Roughened into something ugly with want. “This is what’s been tormenting you?”

“Yes,” she breathes immediately. “Please.”

I spread her thighs wider with my knee and stare for half a second too long at the slick mess between them.

Completely drenched and waiting for me.

Fuck.

I line myself up and drive into her in one brutal thrust.

Christine screams, the sound tearing through the room while her entire body jerks against the wall, my own breath punching out violently at the feeling of her gripping me so tight it almost hurts.