up long enough to tear out of his suit pants and pull her panties off.
He folded her legs back further, taking another look at her vulnerability.
“Fucking you is what keeps me sane.” He thrust into her.
“Look at me!”
Roxanne looked up at the man who made her question everything but what they had.
“Your eyes are so glazed over—with me. That’s me in your eyes. I’m in you in more ways than one. I consume you. You belong to me. Your mine. Damn you, girl. You fucking took my soul when I didn’t even know I had one. I love you.”
“I love you too, Tony.”
Chapter Thirty
“You did well,” Mano’s husky voice blew across her ear, sending a chill through her. His hand around her neck and his body pressing her against the wall made her hungry for his cock. Her back was to him, and her cheek was pressed against the wall. She felt trapped by a man who would release her when he was ready and not until. She loved the way he possessed her body as well as her mind.
Mano lifted her skirt and slowly ran his hands up her hips. He loved her curves and the way his hands felt exploring each dip and sway of them. His fingers twisted, and he hooked his thumbs under her panties. He swiped them down quickly, and she kicked her legs free of them.
She spread her legs and pushed her hips out towards him so he could bend his legs and ease into her silky wet opening.
“You want to get fucked tonight,” he hissed. His cock was in her swift and deep, filling a part of her only he could. It was like she had an itch only he could scratch.
“You are so silky tight—like a hand in a glove, you fit me perfect, girl.”
He slid his fingers around and rubbed them over her swollen clit. It was all she needed to climax. Her pussy clenching around his cock milked him of his seed. He was beginning to think of things he’d never imagined: marriage and babies.
“I want your babies, girl.” He whispered. His voice sounded so sincere she knew he was telling her his truth.
“You’re going to have them if you keep fucking me without protection.”
He turned her around and brushed her hair from her face, “I want to experience everything with you, Page. No holding back. I love you.”
“I never thought I could, but I love you too, Mano.”
“I’m jumping through the shower, girl. Come join me in a minute.”
“Okay, I have to get some files from my SUV. I’ll be right in.”
She stopped and grabbed her phone from the arm of the couch. She would be glad she did later. It would be the one act that would save her life. For some reason, she turned around and blew Mano a kiss. It would be the last kiss she gave him before her life was forever changed.
The chill of the evening bit into her. She didn’t think she needed a jacket just to run out to her vehicle. She pointed her keys towards the SUV and unlocked it. A wave of her foot under the back bumper and the hatch rose, revealing the boxes she kept with papers filed. She stuck her phone in the sports bra she was wearing to free her hands up. The large box felt awkward in her hands. She was glad it had a lid and was made for people who liked to keep their paperwork filed. Some had everything on a computer, but being able to touch it and feel it was something she still liked. It also was a way for her to have backups to her writing. She also used flash drives and the cloud. There were post-it notes stuck on every free space of her office wall. She loved writing and researching for the things she wrote about. She pulled the box from the back of the vehicle. It dropped onto the pavement after she felt a pinch in her neck. The wind blew away paper, but she never saw it scatter in her dead neighbor’s yard because the drug hit her system too fast.
Chapter Thirty One
Loco could feel the thrumming of his heart beating in anticipation. This was the moment he’d been waiting for. She was heavier than he thought she’d be—dead weight was a truth that was now his reality. He dragged her to the bed of the truck, where it would be easy to put her body.