Page 46 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption
I still my hands.
“Look at me.”
I raise my head, shivering at the glint in his eye.
There’s no smile on Torin’s face as he leans down to stroke mine. On the inside of the pointer finger of his left hand is a small tattoo of a Claddagh ring. Heart and crown and hands. I’m not sure what it means, but it means something to him, and even that’s a turn-on.
I mewl as he runs his thumb over my lips.
“Give me your hand.”
He continues to trace over my lips as I lift my hand, and he takes it, placing it on the hot steel rod in his pants. I run my fingers over the length, his hand on mine as he shows me how to touch and feel, and I want… I want to taste it. See it.
But Torin has other ideas. He pulls my hand away and lets go of my mouth, pulling me to my feet.
I’m not sure what I expect, but it’s sure as hell not him kissing me hard against the wall and lifting me in his strong arms.
My breasts smash against the heat of his chest, all that broadness, that thick, tattooed muscle, all for me.
The onslaught of his mouth is relentless, almost cruel with its perfect seduction. He undoes me with that kiss, cracksopen all I’ve tried to keep locked up. In a moment flat, he has me more naked and exposed than I’ve ever been.
I scream as his fingers slide into my pussy. My body clamps down on the orgasm, a crashing, all-consuming wave that makes me shudder and quake.
He starts to thrust and I bite his tongue as he pulls his hand away, his laughter a rumble as he pushes his tongue farther into my mouth like a taunt, and then he drives his fingers back into me.
He really is an evil bastard.
In that little moment, I feel like I’ve got control. Like I can make him bend to my will. A bite, a smooth stroke of my tongue, and those magic fingers of his have me coasting carnal waves that I want to ride for an eternity.
Then I remember how he blew that hot breath on my clit and I almost melt with the fever of that. Oh fuck, I want more. I want him to do that; I want him to suck on me. Twist my clit.
I want him tender and sweet. I want to fight him and incite him into a spanking and a world of pleasure-dipped pain. I want all the rewards that come after that.
And if I have to crawl over glass, I’ll do it.
I’ll—
“No,” I cry.
He breaks the kiss and he hoists me up, over his shoulder, fingers still buried inside of me, one hand on my ass, toying with those sore strips of skin.
I just moan. I can’t even form a word. It’s too… intense. Too good.
He pulls his fingers out and throws me on the bed. Then he strips off his pants and boxer briefs and I suck in a deep, sharp breath when I see it.
His cock is magnificent. Way too big forme. And wetness pools at the tip.
Torin looks down at me, then undoes the ribbon around his hand. He lays it over my middle. I start to move, but he simply slants me a look as he picks up the torn nightie. He rips a strip off.
He uses the torn fabric to tie me down to the corners of the bed. Then he pushes my legs apart.
“I want you to keep them apart like I’ve tied them down.”
I nod. My heart beats so hard, it nearly explodes out of my chest.
He settles himself between my legs and I have to bite my lip to stop the scream from escaping. I squeeze my eyes shut and the darkness settles down around me. Now it’s truly me and him.
I wait.
