What did that mean?
Ronan gave him a disappointed look and shook his head. “You’re fucking crazy.”
Bosco shrugged. “So you shouldn’t be surprised, then.”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t be. But I am.” He clapped him on the shoulder. “Let’s not do that again. You’ve made your point to The Butcher and every member of the casino. They’ll be telling this story for a long time.”
“Good. It’s a great story.”
“Are you alright? Need to see a doctor?”
Bosco didn’t bother answering his question before he turned back to me. “Let’s go home, Beautiful.” He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close so he could speak into my ear. “I want you on your belly, my fingers gripping your neck, and my cock deep inside you.” He brushed his lips against my cheek before he grabbed his clothes from the chair. He put each piece on, securing the buttons of his shirt before he put on his tie. His jacket came last, and despite the black eye on his face, he looked as good as new.
He took my hand and guided me down the stairs. His men already respected him, but now he parted the crowd with his presence, like a god who was unanimously praised by all his subjects. He even had a subtle glow, like the world was at his fingertips and he had the power to guide us and destroy us at the same time.
When we entered his penthouse, he was still in the same aggressive mood. He tossed his jacket on the floor then yanked off his tie. “There’s lingerie in your closet. Pick one and lie on the bed, stomach flat and knees together.” He ordered me around like I was a whore rather than a woman.
“Aren’t we going to talk about this—”
He flashed me a look that made the words die in my mouth. “Tomorrow. Tonight, I fought for you and won. I want to enjoy my victory by fucking you senseless.” He moved to the bar and poured himself a glass of scotch. “Now, do as I say.” He turned his back to me and took a drink, his open shirt loose around his body.
I knew there was still a jolt of adrenaline in his body because of the battle he just fought. Testosterone was pounding in his blood, his masculine nature taking over every other aspect. He’d returned to the man I’d originally met, the dangerous man who called off those men in the alleyway. He was cold, aggressive, and controlling.
This was the second time he’d saved me, and this time, he got his hands dirty. He punished the man for terrorizing me, for stalking me outside my shop with the intention of raping me and killing me. Instead of sending his dogs to take care of it, he did it himself. I was his woman, so he fought like he was my man.
That was why I didn’t talk back. That was why I obeyed. I walked into the bedroom and found the lingerie in the closet. I’d noticed it before but hadn’t tried anything on. I picked a black bodysuit with a crotch that unfastened. Black and lacy, it was sexy and graceful at the same time. I noticed the tag along the seam.
Barsetti Lingerie.
I doubted that was a coincidence.
I fixed my hair and makeup in the bathroom. I’d cried so hard when Bosco stepped into that ring. I was terrified I would never get him back, that he would lose his life defending me. My heart broke in two, and seeing every hit he took made me feel worse. My mascara had been destroyed, and my foundation had run off with my tears. I reapplied everything, setting my face back to normal and hiding the puffiness around my eyes.
I put on the black ensemble then followed his directions. I lay on the bed, my stomach against the sheets with my knees together. I turned down the lights to accompany his dark mood and waited.
His bare feet sounded a moment later. He took his time as he stepped inside, knowing I would wait as long as he wanted me to.
I kept my eyes on the headboard, waiting for him to take me.
His knees hit the mattress, and he slowly moved up my body. His hands glided over the bare spots on my back, and he touched my hair with his fingertips. He felt the curve of my ass with his palm, moving over it gently.
He grabbed one of the pillows near my head then stuffed it underneath my hips. He tilted my ass to the ceiling and made my back curve at a deep angle. Then he unfastened the lingerie over my pussy and made the bodysuit pop open to reveal my slit.
Instead of shoving his dick inside right away, he gave me his mouth instead. With gentle slowness, he licked the area, giving it soft kisses before he moved his tongue deep inside me. He sucked my clit into his mouth and gave it a little nibble, making my entire body tense.