Page 71 of Mob Bride

She presses her hips forward, grinding against my cock, which strains against my boxer briefs, irritated I’m so rude as to keep it confined when all it wants is freedom to thrust into her.

“Daddy, I think you’re very overdressed for the occasion.”

“Is that so, little girl? And if I have plans for you before I decide to get undressed?”

“Plans change, don’t they?”

She asks me with a devilish smile that makes me consider changing them. But if I strip, then this will be over far too fast.

“You know, when we were together at the warehouse, it was exhilarating having the threat of being found, but it also meant we knew we had to rush. I don’t want that this time. We’re in the safety of my house, tucked away in a guest bedroom. There’s no reason to rush, since we’re going to be here for a while. You’re delectably delicious in every way, and I intend to enjoy a mid-afternoon snack.”

I lift her, and her legs wrap around my waist. I carry her to the dresser, wanting somewhere slightly unpredictable. I keep nothing on here, since it’s a room rarely used. When my brothers or cousins spend the night, they’ll come in here, but I keep no personal effects. There are clothes in the closet because we’re all an interchangeable size, but they don’t really belong to any one person. They were mine when I got them, but they’ve become community property since then.

She perches on the edge of the dresser, and I tilt her hips in front of me. Her hands go behind her to brace herself before I lean in, her legs now over my shoulders. I lick her cunt, and she squeals and sighs. It’s music to my ears, knowing I’m pleasuring her, that I’m the one who will make her come. The idea of Bartlomiej doing this flashes in my head, and it sours the moment.

She must be able to tell. She puts her hand on my shoulder, and I look up at her. I hate she feels she must reassure me.

“Don’t think about that. It’s not what I’m focused on now. Don’t let him ruin the mood for us. He’s not a part of this, and I refuse to let him come between us. I’m sorry you even know there was a time when he tried this.”

That makes me stand up straight. “Only tried?”

She grimaces. “There were a few times very early on when I let things go further than I wanted, because, at first, I worried about what he would do to me if I said no.”

My fingers dig into the back of her thighs. “Did he threaten you? Did he pressure you? Did he force you?”

She cups my cheek and shakes her head. “Pressured me, but never forced me. It was while I was still building his trust, and I needed something to pacify him and get him to buy into me being a girlfriend. He lost his temper one time, and that was the only time I needed to convince me when he was in a certain mood, no wasn’t an option. Not because I thought he would force me, but I worried he’d slap me around. Shane, I’m not telling you these things to anger you or make you want retribution even more than you already do. I’m telling you because I don’t want to add to all the secrets unnecessarily. So, if there are things I can tell you, I will.”

She watches me to gauge my reaction to this. I’m willing to listen, even if it makes me want to wrap my hands around that piece of shite’s throat and squeeze until his eyes nearly pop out of his head.

“He believed I was a virgin and very Catholic. I used that to my advantage because not only did it make me come across as sweetly naive and the perfect future wife for a Polish mob boss—untouched and unsoiled by being anybody else’s possession—it gave me an out for most things. I claimed, even though it was never penetrative sex, it was still called oral sex, therefore I feared for my immortal soul.”

If he bought that bullshite, then she’s clearly an excellent actress. It makes me wonder what else she might tell me that’s all an act.

Chapter Sixteen

Shane

Carrie reads my mind too well as she brushes her thumb over my cheekbone. “Shane, we started out as adversaries, but we aren’t anymore. It took a while for me to come around, but I get it now. This is where I’m supposed to be, and I have no reason to lie about that.”

“Are you sure?”

Her chin jerks back. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” I shake my head.

“No, it means something. You wouldn’t have said it if it didn’t. What’s that supposed to mean, Shane? Do you think I’m leading you on because I’ve changed my target to your family? Do you think this is the same act I pulled with Bartlomiej?”

I study her for only a second before I speak with resolve. “No, I don’t believe that, and I don’t believe you want my help just because you have nowhere else to turn. I believe this is real, but you can’t fault me for the questions running through my mind. We’re still getting to know each other, and this is a rocky way to begin a relationship. You could just as easily wonder if I’m using you to gain information about the feds’ plans for my family. ButI think you know I’m not, so I know you’re not using me, either. I’m sorry I had even a second of doubt.’”

“It’s all right. I admit I’ve had a moment or two of the same fear, so I can’t hold it against you that you do, too. I’d wonder why neither of us doubted this relationship if it didn’t happen at least once. I want you to know the few things I did with him weren’t exactly under duress, but I knew if I didn’t, I risked his temper. I risked blowing the entire mission. I never enjoyed it.”

I want to ask her if he made her come, but I might lose my mind if the answer is yes.

“Shane, I don’t know if other people read your thoughts, but I’m pretty sure I’m reading them. I faked it every time. I know you and Bartlomiej do similar things, but nothing about your personality reminds me of him. Just the opposite. You couldn’t be further apart, and that’s why I have feelings for you and never did for him.”

She leans in for a kiss, and I give it to her. It’s a quick, gentle peck, and then I’m back to the promised land. She scoots even closer to the edge, so it’s basically just her tailbone on the dresser, and her hands brace herself once again. I lick her with tantalizingly slow motion. She tries to dig her heels into my back, but I tighten my hold on her thighs, warning her I decide, just like I’ve said so many times. There will be opportunities for her to lead the way, but this isn’t one of them. It’s not because I’m a complete control freak. I still want this to be for her. Yeah, I want to get off, but not before she does a few times.

I suck on her clit, flicking it over and over with the tip of my tongue. From her moans, I discover this is something she likes. I’m tucking that away for later and making it part of my arsenal. I ease a finger into her, knowing it won’t be nearly enough to satisfy her, but that’s not the goal. The goal right now is to torment her, and I can tell it’s working. She rocks her hips, and the dresser vibrates, clacking against the wall.

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