Page 39 of Married to the Mafia

“Spit it the fuck out,” Mikey snapped.

“It’s Wesley Richardson, sir.”

Brandi shot upright. “What?” What the hell was her father doing there?

Mikey growled. “Take him around to the guest house and have someone sit with him. If he fucking smudges a wall, slice off his finger.”

“Yes, sir.” The line disconnected and Mikey moved the phone to the arm of the sofa.

“I don’t understand,” Brandi mumbled, pressing her fingers to her forehead. “He wasn’t home yesterday, and today he shows up here?”

Mikey pulled her into his lap, gripping her chin to catch her focus. “Look at me, kitten. Everything’s fine. It doesn’t matter why he’s here—saves us trouble.”

Brandi shook her head, sure they were missing something. “It doesn’t make sense.” She could feel her anxiety spiking the way it always did when her father behaved unpredictably. That always meant he felt desperate, and desperation on him never failed to mean pain for her.

Mikey rubbed one hand over her back. “What are you afraid of?”

She closed her eyes for a second and did her best to stabilize her breathing. Her fingers curled in his shirt as she searched for the most sensible words. “I know he’s not the most terrifying man in the world,” she whispered, “but to me … he’s the source of all my problems. Everything that’s ever scared me, ever hurt me, goes back to him. Most of it starts there, too. That’s hard to shake.”

Mikey tugged her closer, pressing her into his shoulder, and she felt him reach in the direction of his phone again. “Then let me cut him down for you.” A moment later more ringing filled the air, but she couldn’t lift her head to see who he’d dialed.

She figured it out when Dante’s voice answered on the second ring. “What can I do for you, little brother?”

“I have an unwelcome visitor,” Mikey said. His words were calm, but there was a hardness to his voice that said everything about his feelings on the situation. “And I want him to suffer.”

“You have my attention,” Dante said. “Does your visitor have a name?”

“Wesley.”

“Where’s Brandi?”

She forced her lips to part, tilted her head slightly away from its comfy position, and croaked, “Here.” Was she supposed to address him a certain way? She dearly hoped she wasn’t supposed to refer to her soon-to-be brother-in-law as ‘sir’ after the way Mikey had claimed the word.

She was distracted enough she almost didn’t notice Dante’s slight pause. “I understand. Cris and I will be there in ten minutes. Just keep him waiting until then.”

Mikey set his phone aside again, slid her off his lap, and twisted around until he was on his knees in front of her. “That means we have about eight minutes.”

“Eight—what?” Her eyes widened as his hands went straight to her waistband and pulled the zipper down. Too many conflicting things surged through her. “Mikey!”

He clicked his tongue, gaze dragging up her even as his hands slipped beneath the loosened waist of her pants. “What did I tell you, kitten? Oral counts, you know.”

Heat burned her cheeks. “We don’t have time, and—”

“We have time for this,” he said. He pushed his hands down, causing her body to arch and allowing him to shove down the suddenly bunched material all simultaneously. “The other reason is exactly why we’re doing it. Now lean back, spread your legs, and enjoy yourself.”

Brandi had little choice in whether or not to obey as Mikey stroked his hands over her thighs. His fingers deftly avoided the healing wound that was thankfully not as tender as it had been, and then he rolled a thumb over her clit. Oh, fuck.

He leaned forward, a low groan rumbling up from him, and pressed his face into her center without preamble. His tongue swept through her, tasting her, and his fingers closed on her hips.

Tendrils of pleasure shot through her and Brandi gasped out loud. She tried to watch as he ate her out, but it felt so good that it quickly became too much of a struggle to hold her head upright. Her fingers dipped into his hair again as the first whispers of her pending orgasm teased through her.

His tongue slid down to her entrance and he tongue-fucked her for several long, delirious seconds. Long enough for her to start rocking with the rhythm he’d set. Then he licked his way up again, circling her clit.

She was lost to the sensations at this point. “S-so good, sir,” she panted. It felt as though she was spinning tauntingly around the edge of the precipice when she so desperately wanted to fall.

Mikey moved a hand from her hip and plunged two fingers deep inside her. His growl vibrated through her body and she felt his fingers curl as he dragged them through her depths. His tongue swirled around her clit before he sucked the entire thing into his mouth.

The combination had her hips coming off the sofa and a strangled cry of ecstasy tearing from her throat.

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