His: Tony: The Sabatini Family by Fiona Murphy (sneezy the snowman read aloud TXT) 📕

More of the taste of her skin. And so much more of my cock deep inside her hot, wet heaven.

Christy is begging me to come, no. If she can still talk, she’s not out of her mind enough for me. Not even close. I slide my hand down over her ass and my middle finger into her tight hole. She screams my name, and fucking hell her nails dig into my neck. Ah hell, just like this. Within minutes she’s coming again, and this time I come with her.

Shit, my whole body wants to shut down and stay in this moment but time is bearing down on me. I’m late. I can’t be late—not two days in a row. If people think I’m slipping, even a little, it will get out, and I’ll be dealing with bullshit from it.

I grab a washcloth and body wash and soap us both up quickly. Christy grumbles at me moving. “Piccolina, I’m running behind. Come on, help me out here. Do you need to wash your hair?”

Lifting her off me, we both sigh a little at the loss—our eyes meet at the sound. An odd flutter happens inside my chest at what I see her eyes. Then she blinks and it’s gone.

“I do—have to wash my hair. You got me all wet. If I get out without conditioning it, it will get all dry. This is your shampoo and conditioner? I’m jealous these little bottles are thirty dollars each. I could never afford them.” She becomes overly fascinated with the shampoo and conditioner. I let her go because I understand she’s spooked, and so am I.

“Have at them. Carmella buys this stuff and tells me to use it, so I do. I’m going to go get your suitcases. Move it.” I slap her ass as I get out of the shower, not stopping to dry off, simply tying a towel around me.

Grabbing her suitcases from the guest bedroom, I’m on the way back to my room when Carmella runs up the stairs. “Who is that?”

“Her name is Christy. She’s moving in. When we leave unpack her suitcases and put it away in my room. I’ll have the rest of her things from her place sent over later today. Unpack her clothes, the rest leave in the closet for her to figure out later.”

Carmella’s eyes go wide. “Living here?”

I nod and don’t bother adding the whole story. Carmella will open her mouth and tell me everything that’s wrong with what I’m doing. In my walk-in closet, I set the suitcases on the large accessories island and get dressed. I’m almost done and about to go get Christy out of the shower when she walks in. She’s running a towel through her hair, her body wrapped in another towel.

“How soon will it take you to get ready?” I ask as I take the towel off her.

She blushes as she digs into her suitcase and steps into a pair of silky black panties. “Um, I don’t know. Maybe twenty minutes. Mainly, it’s drying my hair.”

“Okay, nothing too sexy. I don’t need my men eyeing you and getting any ideas.” When I set both the gun and knife on the island, Christy eyes them and steps back visibly uncomfortable. Good. I slide the knife onto my forearm as I watch her put on a matching black bra.

“Wait, what is happening?” She crosses her arms across her body.

“What’s happening is you’re coming with me to work. I need to check on last night’s take and what today looks like for my bookie business. Who owes, who is getting paid, and who wants to make bets on the coming day. I’m there for a few hours then I go upstairs and open my bookstore. Later in the afternoon, I check on the real estate business I run with Dominic.” I look up, and she’s in a red wrap dress that shows off her curves too much.

“Not that. Something else.” I go through her suitcase and find a long black dress in a soft knit.

She sighs but takes it and puts it on. Damn, she is still sexy as fuck. At least this one covers her up even though her curves are on display in a very different way. I look at the suitcase again and wonder what else she might have. We’re going to have to go shopping for her tomorrow—maybe even today.

I turn, and my gun is in my face. I’d taken my eyes off her for too damn long. A chuckle slides out of me. This woman.

The gun shakes in her hand. “I’m just going to walk away. From you. From all of this. And you need to let me go.”

***

Christy

His chuckle sends ice down my spine. There isn’t an ounce of humor in it. Blue eyes meet mine, and what I see in them has me trembling so badly I can barely hold the gun straight. It’s so much bigger and heavier than the one I had. This is the man who has killed countless people. The man who killed six men in seven days. And now I know true fear of him.

Ever since Tony pulled me across the table to him last night everything seemed like a fantasy of some fevered dream. Sex isn’t that amazing—not in real life. No kiss can blow someone’s mind like his did. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. He’s biding his time to kill me because he has to. I’m not sure what kind of sick joke he’s playing but I’m not falling for it. Before he takes not just my sanity but my life, I need to get away.

I blink and holy fucking shit. One hand grabs the gun from me, the other hand goes into my hair and yanks me over the accessories island. Ouch god, it’s digging into my stomach as I’m forced facedown on the island. The heavy gun is a weight in the middle of my back that freezes me in place. His other hand