Page 111 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption
“No,” she says, “I don’t.”
“Blood marriage, Dirty Harry. You’re mine.”
I rub her inner wrist gently with my thumb.
“This is called a job and you let me go out today. With Lucie. And my whole fucking entourage. I didn’t break your stupid rules.”
“You weren’t with Lucie.” And I don’t want to talk about Lucie.
“I can’t stop women coming into the church, and anyway, I don’t know if the ones I spoke to were just lonely or feeling things out.”
“I’ll take the last one for the third in a threesome.”
Something hard, stinging, almost blinding slams into my cheek. She’s hit me with her other hand. I rub my jaw. Yeah, I deserved that. I didn’t even pay attention to the woman, not really. I just wanted her gone, and she’s nothing on Harry.No one is.
Harry’s a woman like no other.
But now she hit me… and she’s pissed.
I turn her around and pull her jeans down, along with her panties. My breath hitches at the hot-pink silk covering her pussy. My cock jumps to attention. I guess I like the idea of her in sexy shit under her frumpy crap.
I should really be mad about the shapeless jeans and big shirt, but I’m not. I don’t care it’s a look people wear, but the fact I got her a new wardrobe and she’s bratting out with her outfit choice… that’s something to care about, something to get hard over.
What can I say, it checks my boxes.
Harry struggles against me. “You asshole, we’re in church.”
“We’re in the rectory,” I remind her. “Not church.”
I lower myself to my knees, pulling her to the end of the table and parting her thighs so she’s in essence my prisoner. The jeans keep her legs locked, so I can feast as I see fit. I lick her slit, sliding my tongue inside her hot lips, and then I flip her, undo my jeans, and pump myself, drinking her in.
Fuck. It’s a beautiful sight. Those flashing silver-gray eyes, the anger that’s radiating off her. So I push into her to the hilt, and she bites my shoulder, even as she lifts her hips.
“You’re a cretin, an asshole. Wanting her. Fine. Have her, she’s pretty, she’s?—”
“Not fucking you, Harry.” I grab her hands and hold them down with one of mine so I can fuck her hard, my other hand on the table. “Of course I don’t want her. I couldn’t tell you a thing about her. Jesus fucking Christ. I want you. I can’t get enough of you.”
I thrust into her with every word.
This is going to be dirty and hard, because my balls are high and tight, pushing to release. My spine tingles. There’scoming and then there’s coming with Harry, and Harry’s worth it all.
I reach down and twist her clit, then start to stroke it as she tries not to moan, her body shaking, gripping, and pulsating around mine. Her cunt’s made for me. Everything is.
She looks me in the eye.
“You want her.”
“Why do you care?” I push out, starting to come, the absolute pleasure rocketing through me. “You hate me.”
And then I lose it, coming hard, spasming as I fill her pussy. When I pull out of her, she shoves me and yanks up her panties and jeans. Her anger radiates, so fueled by her orgasm that she almost falls. She shakes me off when I help steady her, so I push every last button, push her down to the floor, and since she already hates me, order her to clean my cock.
I don’t expect her to. I expect her to fight me, to hurl biting comments.
But those eyes look up at me, glittering with hate, anger, and despair when a sob erupts out of her mouth. Still, she grabs me.
“Harry— Ah, fuck.”
She latches on, sucking me hard and deep, and I’m so overly sensitive right now that she might get her wish and kill me after all.
