The Price of Peace: A Dark Mafia Romance (2022 Dark Mafia Romances) by Jess Thick

Author:Jess Thick [Thick, Jess]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-08-08T18:30:00+00:00

Valentino

Returning to the study, I found the boxes emptied and broken down. The map of the house was missing as was Marisa, but a single album sat on the desk. It sat open. The picture of an old woman with a butterfly knife to her throat left me no doubt what had happened. Whenever her anger boiled over in San Martino, she ended up in the pool, but when I didn’t find her there, I headed to the gym.

In workout leggings and a sports bra, Marisa looked furious enough to go seven rounds with the punching bag. With wrapped hands, she struck the bag, but she didn’t limit herself to punches. Every kick made the bag swing.

“Your father needs to work faster,” Marisa spat, jabbing at the bag.

Stepping around, I held the bag for her. “If I rush him, it will only raise Mario’s suspicions.”

“Why does that matter?” she growled. “Shouldn’t he be suspicious if my father steps in the way?” Turning away, she reached for the phone sitting on the bench beside her water bottle. “You know what, fine. I can just call her.”

“That’s not advisable.”

“Why because they’ve likely tapped her phone? Then get this done. I can’t do anything as long as they have her safety hanging over my head,” Marisa ranted, pacing back and forth. Letting out a guttural scream, she cursed herself red. “I am going to skin him alive. Beat his bones to dust. If he wants to be a mafioso so bad, I’ll give him cement shoes and send him to the bottom of the Atlantic.”

In her rage, Marisa was incandescent. The sight of her thrilled me, and when her eyes met mine, the transfer from a furious rage to a different heat. She didn’t bother to untie her hands, and she leapt into my arms, pulling me close as her lips met mine. Without hesitation, she climbed me. The curves of her ass rested in my palms, but I could feel her arms flex as she clung to me.

“How do you want to do this?” I asked between her desperate kisses.

Marisa paused, pulling back to study me. “Right here?”

“I can’t fuck you through your clothes,” I warned her, and she glared down at her own leggings.

Her hands dove beneath my jacket, and pulling out my pocket knife, she didn’t even hesitate, cutting along the seam of her leggings. Placing the knife back, she pulled them apart, leaving her naked from the waist down.

“Do you need help getting your cock out?” Marisa asked.

With her basically holding herself to me, it was easy to unzip my trousers and free my cock. This strength thrilled me, and taking my manhood in hand, it was easy to guide her down with a single hand. Her wet pussy welcomed me.

Leaning back, her hands gripped my shoulders as she drove her hips down, taking me. I could hold her up on my own, fucking inside her if she wanted, but even in this position, Marisa took what she wanted. Her thighs flexed around me.

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