Page 44 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption
“Keep talking and I’m going to keep spanking you.” He slaps me again with the belt, lighter this time. A patter of smacks rains down and I realize that with each stroke, he’s been hitting a different place.
“There are laws against this.”
The belt comes down hard and my clit throbs once more, my pussy alive, my blood burning, begging for more.
“Not if you’ve entered into a blood marriage,” he says, rubbing his palm over my throbbing ass. It slips down lower, a finger sliding between my butt cheeks, and my pussy actually spasms. I want this as much as I despise it, despise him.
He doesn’t do anything, just rests his hand there like a threat, and my whole focus zeroes in on what he’s doing and not doing.
I want… I want… I don’t know what I want.
Yes, I do.
More.
“I didn’t want to do that.” I know I’m defying the order to not talk, but I don’t care. I want more of what he’sdoing, I want him to stop. I want to maim him and fuck him and I don’t know which side is up.
“You’d rather die?”
“Yes, if the other alternative is being here with you,” I snarl.
He sighs and slides his fingers lower, pushing one finger into my pussy and making me moan and shudder and my entire body light up.
More.
“That’s boring.” He pulls his finger from me and I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from begging him for more. More of that insane heat floods me, the fullness from his finger pushing into me, my pussy clamping onto it. He traces the wetness over my ass, the torn nightie riding high on my back. “But you’re even more fucking delicious than I imagined.”
“You disgust me,” I say.
And every nerve ending throbs withmore.
“No, I don’t. You’re unbelievably fucking wet, Harry. Soaking, dripping, so wet you could form an ocean.”
It’s not even a hot image, and yet I can’t stop the heat and need that ripple through me. Then before I can suck in another breath, the belt whistles down and I scream as the white-hot pain explodes out to every nerve ending.
My pussy clenches.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I snap. “I thought you were better than that.”
“You want more, Harry? All you have to do is ask, but don’t you fucking come.”
He brings the belt back down on me, a sick twist of pain and pleasure, and I live for each stroke. I move around on top of him, rubbing against him, one hand on the mattress, the other pressed against his side.
Inside, the pressure builds, and he suddenly turns me, then pinches my clit through the panties. My burning ass sits on histhighs, and I scream as I explode in a rocking orgasm, one that undulates through my entire body.
He twists me again, his face savage and his eyes locked on the hand assaulting my clit. Another orgasm hits, and as it subsides, I try to pull away, breathless and panting.
He lets go of my clit, grabs me by the throat, and hauls me up to his mouth. His lips capture mine in a soft, long, deep kiss, one that’s like what I imagine love is, something that caresses the soul. It’s in stark contrast to the hand on my throat, the throb from the rough pinch to my clit, to the literal pain in my ass.
Then he lets go of my throat and holds the back of my head, the kiss deepening, turning hard and carnal. I claw at him, hungry for more of what he wants to give.
The orgasms were good. Unbelievable. I want?—
“More.”
All my mind can focus on is that and the immense pleasure.
He fists my hair, pulling my head back as he looks at me. “What was that?”
