Page 132 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption
“Back at my apartment,” I say, “I blamed myself for you losing Siobhan?—”
“Don’t. I don’t care about her. She lost anything of mine, any part of me, the second she threatened you.”
I nod. “Maybe, but I was so swamped with guilt and disgust, and it hit me how it must have felt for you for so long, and?—”
Torin tumbles me down to the bed and swings a leg over me, holding me in place.
“I won’t allow it,” he says. “Water under bridges go in one direction. Once it flows past, it’s all gone, washed clean, and we don’t have a dam for the bad shit. I’ve become wise since you said you love me. Do you? Because, Harry, you’ll have to escape in the dead of night for any chance to rid yourself of me. If you love me, there’s no escape at all.”
“Blood wedding. I’m yours.”
He grins and slides a hand up beneath my skirt. “That you are.”
I moan as he starts to stroke my panties.
“Mmm, Torin?”
“Yeah?” He kisses and sucks at my neck, then slides a finger of his free hand up under my choker, pulling at it. And every bite sends electric thrills through me.
I should feel bad Siobhan’s dead, but I don’t. I didn’t kill her. He didn’t either. The shot came through the window. I saw that.
But the thoughts slip away as he slips a finger under the elastic of my panties to push into the wetness of my pussy. “I need to see my uncle.”
“You’re not that close,” he says, starting to stroke into me, hooking his fingers and making me moan.
“We’re not.” I somehow manage the words.
“Besides…” He pulls his fingers out, flips me over, and lowers his zipper. “It’s past visiting hours.”
“You win. As long as you tie me up.”
“Oh, my Dirty Little Harry…” His cock pushes against my ass. “Do I have treats for you, including some long and lovely silks.”
And then he pushes into my pussy and a gasp escapes my lips at his deliciousinvasion.
“But I’m your master, remember that. I tell you what to do.” The heat in his voice is only matched by the love that runs through it, and he fucks me with slow, long, deep strokes that make me shudder and moan.
He fits me perfectly and I hold my hands together, liking the way he takes control, the way he reads me. When I used that whip on him, the power terrified me until I understood what was happening. He had power, too. And trust.
So I give him trust, and we share the power. Implicit and within the domination.
But as he builds us up, there’s a slight tremor to him that whispers what just happened, of how fragile and strong this thing is between us, the sudden realization of how absolutely precious…
A tremor starts to rumble inside of me, too. Because I get it. Every last thing.
This is real. Incredible. A gift. He is my protector. Always.
And as he reaches around and strokes my clit, I come, my body spasming against him, his cock swelling in me as he groans and fills me with his hot cum.
We collapse onto the mattress together. The celebration of love and life and us not being over.
It’s just our beginning.
Torin kisses me like I’m all the gifts in the world, and I kiss him back because he’s the only one I want and need.
“Harry,” he whispers. There are a thousand things behind it, all packed in tight. But we don’t need it. I don’t, anyway. He saved me today. Like he always does.
“It’s okay,” I whisper back. In those words, I tell him that I get it. That he has a past, and if one day he mourns her again, I’ll be okay. For him, I will be. Because Torin Murphy might not be a good man, but to me, he’s the absolute best man in the world. My savoir made of smokeand flame and fierce determination. A man who’s gentle and hard. Who can discipline and bring such pleasure.
