he helps me stand, both of us sweaty and trembling with aftershocks. “Christ, Roxy,” he groans, licking and kissing my cheek. “How did I get so lucky?” “Sometimes you gotta steal a few girls before you meet the right one,” I tease, voice low and husky from my screams. He chuckles breathlessly and groans when it jerks him inside me. “Love, I steal things every fucking day, I’m a goddamn mobster, but you? You’re the best thing I ever stole, and I plan on showing you that for the rest of our lives, until you get bored with us and try to kill us.” “Try?” I taunt. “Bitch, please, we both know there
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