Page 43 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption
“You’re a virgin.” I lean over her and whisper, “I know. I watch you.”
That silences her and she goes still a moment. “Pervert.”
“It’s a perk of saving you,” I say, running a finger dangerously low on her ass. “It’s better if you don’t tense.”
She immediately tenses. “Why?”
“It hurts less.”
“W-what hurts less?”
I pick up the belt. And I bring it down on her ass.
Harriet screams, and the beautiful sound shatters my eardrums and makes my cock swell against her.
“This.”
TEN
harry
The pain isbright white and gone in an instant.
My ass radiates fire.
Before this, he did things to me. Sick things. Hot things. Wild things. And a part of me was still hanging on to the aftershocks of his tongue on my thighs, running along the edge of the panties, my pussy throbbing and aching for more.
I wanted more of everything from the man I hate.
The pain of the belt hitting my flesh should have extinguished that want.
It didn’t.
My entire being throbs and hums with a strange, unfamiliar need. The sound of the belt whizzing through the air, the slap of it against my flesh.
And now… oh God, and now he’s rubbing his hand over me. I whimper. “Let me up?—”
But before I can finish, the belt whistles in the air again, the searing pain making tears spring to my eyes.
“Don’t—”
He does it again and I scream.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll fucking kill you, skewer you, and wear your entrails as a crown.”
He only flashes that sexy smirk before doing it again and again and again until I don’t think I can take anymore. Except I can because the monster Torin does it one more time.
Everything’s on fire. Tears blur my vision, and I’m sure I must be bleeding because it hurts so damn much. It… I…
And then my traitorous clit throbs. I squeeze my thighs together.
“You’re a bloodthirsty thing, aren’t you? Don’t you get it? Talk like that gets me going.”
“Freak.”
“And that.”
“Bastard—”
