Page 68 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption
I grab his hand to stop him. And to my shock, he does.
“I need to breathe. I need…”
“Me?”
Yes. That’s the problem… I need him to keep going. I hate myself for wanting to lose myself in him and I try and ground myself. With a hitched breath, I look around, my eyes latching on to the three other Murphy brothers at the bar, and Lucie who’s the happiest mafia woman I’ve ever met.
I don’t want this. I don’t.
Do I?
“The lovebirds.” This time the nausea turns into utter dread as I look up.Salvatore.“So guess what? Someone tried to shoot me on my way to the gym today. Was it your doing?” He looks at Torin. Then at me. “Or yours?”
He leans down, his face twisting into a grimace. “But why would a little church mouse nobody, someone who’s met with my now-dead wife, do that? So, Murphy, back to you. You’re aware that trying to kill me voids the blood marriage?”
Torin strokes me again, slipping a finger beneath the edge of my panties and making heat rush back to all my extremities as I suddenly lock my attention on what he’s doing, and not on the fact that Salvatore pretty much just told me he had his wife killed.
“If I wanted to kill you, Ricci, you’d already be dead. I’ve got no beef with you, other than the fact that you put a hit on my lovely bride.” He pushes a finger into me and I bite down on my lip, trying to stop the moan from breaking through my lips.
Salvatore watches me like he knows what’s happening under the table, and the feel of Torin’s finger thrusting into me, rubbing all kinds of sensitive things,is so good I’m finding it really hard to care. “I called that off. As per the blood marriage. And who knows, maybe our families can do business.”
“Maybe, but it’d be Callahan you’d talk to about that. I’m here with my bride and she’s a hungry little thing.” He turns to me and, using his finger, strokes me in a come-hither fashion and I slide closer, eager for more. “See? She wants me.”
Oh shit. I think he wants me to… what? Come? No. He said I couldn’t do that, and he’s also making that so hard not to do. Does he want me to kiss him?
I grab his face and pull him toward me, telling myself I don’t want this, and at the same time, knowing I might die if I don’t taste him. It doesn’t make sense and right now, I don’t know if it has to.
Our lips meet and the world around us stops existing as he starts fucking me with his finger and tongue in unison. It isn’t long until I’m ready to combust.
He deepens the kiss and we’re lost. Or at least I am. The kisses are romantic and soul gouging. And when I start to clench around his finger, my pussy throbbing as desire and pleasure build to the bursting point, he removes his hand and breaks the kiss.
I reel in my seat, head spinning. And when I look up, Salvatore’s gone.
Torin smirks. “Good job, Harry. Keep acting like you want it. I’d give you a B-plus for that performance. Hungry?”
My entire world crumbles.
He’s worse than a demon.
He’s a monstrous man. Mafia through and through.
I’m never letting him touch me again.
FIFTEEN
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I don’t touchher beyond what’s required strategically during dinner. This is a show. And I think we pull it off, but I take her home as soon as we can escape.
Not to fuck her. But the show’s over, and I’m not into it anymore.
Or maybe I am.
Maybe I’m too into it. Into her.
She’s a natural sub. Of course I’m into her. But her fucking face when I told her I graded her performance…
Shit. Harry already hates me. Why the hell am I making it worse? I’ve spent the last twelve years protecting her, and now I’m taunting her.
