Page 100 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption
The moment my brain goes there, I know, inexplicably, absolutely,it is.
“You. That’s the answer. You.”
I spin slowly on the cross I’m attached to. The cool breeze it creates kisses my exposed pussy and my breasts. As the blood rushes to my head, I know I’m upside down.
“Who was the man?”
“Bratva, I had questions.”
“But—”
“Not about you. Just some weapons.”
That scares me. Is he planning?—?
A burst of sweet pain flashes through me, on my ass, then again and again, and as I’m moaning at the pleasure the pain gives, as I adjust to drink in more of this sweet torture, he suddenly switches devices.
This next one is flat, big, and it stings in a different way.
“Ow!”
He licks the spots he hit, then slowly rubs his fingers through my wetness, spreading it, building me back up to that point?—
Torin stops, taking a moment to toy with the choker.
“That was a paddle. Nice, isn’t it?”
“No!”
“Are you mad, little church mouse with the heart of a hungry, vicious lioness, that I changed it up or that I didn’t let you come?”
“I hate you, Torin.”
“Sing me a new fucking song.” He moves me again so I’m lying flat, and then he steps between my outstretched thighs. I can feel the brush of his pants against my skin. The hiss of a zipper follows. And then my entire being waits, trembling for what I crave.
Him.
Torin slowly pushes the fat head of his cock into me and I stretch to take him. A sigh slides free as he pushes in to the hilt,taking me in deep, measured strokes. It’s only when I start to shudder, my body rippling with spasms that announce the build toward complete and utter euphoria, that he pulls out.
Anger bubbles up as my pussy starts to ache. “What the fuck are you do?—?”
That earns me the harsh slice of a whip, biting into my skin.
He pulls on the choker. “Giving myself blue fucking balls, Harry. What do you know about your parents’ plan to run?”
My head spins wildly, my back and ass throbbing with pain. Anger swirls up. “I don’t know. Mom wanted out. Dad was a small name, so he wanted to please her. She wanted a flower shop and so do I. Is that a crime?”
“You want to help people. The Raos who were after you finally stopped their hunt. They’ve merged with someone else and became a powerhouse.”
He spins me again, and this time I’m upright so he can play with my clit and torture me some more. A sob explodes from my throat because the bastard’s not going to let me come.
“So?” I snarl.
“So,” he says, “it’s a powerhouse with another family in Italy. Whatever they wanted with you might be finished. But it might not. And maybe your uncle has something to do with it. Throwing out traps like trying to get the Murphys into legal trouble in Harlem with a dead fucking Russian and a pile of cocaine. Like sending Belfast bastards after you. It’s all been very calculated. Wait and then strike, and who’s better than your uncle to bring you down?”
“Makes sense to me,” I snap sarcastically, a small throb passing through me as he circles my clit. “Why not force me into marriage with the man who couldn’t get the job done first time around, give him one last go?”
He grabs my hair with one hand and tugsthe choker with the other. He leans close, his mouth near my ear, breath hot against my skin. His scent is everywhere, taunting my senses with everything he is and won’t give me. I don’t even care that they’re cheap thrills I’ll pay for later. It’s like he’s destroyed some part of me. “If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead, Harry. Remember that.”
