Page 62 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption
My eyes narrow on her. “Did you know the fucking girl in the park?”
I coil the belt and drag her into the bathroom by her wrist.
Once we’re inside, I wrap my leather-bound hand around her throat and tear the dress off with my free hand, a startled gasp slipping from her trembling lips.
“Did you know her?”
“It was Londyn Toscano. Mom knew the family back in the day.”
Something hard hits. Mam had asked me to find someone to save her friend’s family. My memory’s deliberately hazy since I don’t let myself dwell on that for too long.
I’m guilty enough as it is.
I don’t need to remind myself of the fact if I’d let someone else do it, they’d all be alive.
“Keep away from all of them. The Toscano family and fucking Salvatore. If he’d seen you… If Mikey hadn’t sent someone to follow you…” I bury my face in her sweet hair that reminds me of a desecrated church, of ruins and rituals, spice and tangled exotic flowers. The right kind of flowers, not the flowers that make my stomach roil. I breathe her in deep.
“He didn’t.” Her voice is strangled,thick, like she’s fighting attraction and courting her hate. The dynamic is deeply erotic and I’m hard as fuck.
“He might have. We’ll have to sell happy slave wife to him. Tell you what, I’ll even get you a ring.”
“I don’t want a ring, I don’t want?—”
“I don’t care about what you want.”
“Of course you don’t.” Her voice gets a little thready.
“No more ugly clothes. You’ll dress the part of a mafia wife, Harry. You’ll wear makeup and…” I straighten and pull the torn dress off her quivering body, exposing her cotton bra and panties, which I pull down to mid-thigh. “You’ll wear lace.”
“No.” It’s barely audible.
“Yes.” I reach over and grab her hairbrush. “And you’ll style your hair.”
I take the brush and smooth the sleek flat side over the tiny bruises on her ass, before suddenly striking her with it. She screams and the pink mark it leaves is gorgeous.
I do it again. And then again.
What I want to do is take her to the very edge of reason, to the edge of what she can tolerate. I don’t want her able to sit for a week without thinking of me.
But I take the brush and turn it, and holding the bristles, I carefully push the smooth handle into her cunt.
Harry shudders. “P-please…”
“Is that stop or more?”
She presses her lips together and her eyes start to close as I fuck her with the end of the brush.
“Eyes open and on me.”
Hate glitters in those tumultuous pools as she follows my order.
I push it in deeper so the bristles scrape light against the top of her thighs, making her entire body shudder. Her eyes rollback, head hitting the wall. I bend down, and letting go of her neck, I bite her ass as I slowly drag the handle out.
Then I straighten, and turning toward her, I lick the handle clean.
Fuck, she tastes divine. Her juices leave track marks around her inner thighs. I know she wants more; she has that orgasm sheen to her face. She watches me.
It’s easy to push her down to her knees. She practically falls onto them without my prompting. I free my cock. “Open your mouth.”
