Page 63 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption
My dick’s hard and aching, my balls beyond blue with the need to come, and it’s not going to take much to do that.
This time, I don’t think I’ll stop myself. I’m so pent-up and ready to spray cum on her face. I start to pump, softly hitting her cheeks with my dick. My spine tingles as my balls get tighter still.
She opens her mouth wider, taking me deep. I face fuck her hard, driving my dick deep so the tip hits the back of her throat. I thrust faster and harder until the orgasm explodes out of me. A groan of pleasure erupts as I spurt cum down her throat. Some drizzles out of the corners of her mouth and it looks hot as fuck.
“Swallow,” I say.
I can practically see the debate over whether she should spit or swallow. But she does as she’s told. I pull her up, wiping her chin with my thumb and then sticking it in her mouth. Risky, but shockingly, she doesn’t bite it. “Good girl. Next time I’ll fuck your ass. And maybe I’ll let you come.”
“There won’t ever be a next time.”
I ignore her because she’s got zero credibility right now. She’ll do exactly what I want, when I want. She’s proven it over and over. “I’m going out and you’re going to be locked in here while I’m gone. Got it?”
“You’re a fucking piece of shit.”
“Great. Glad we understand each other.”
I lean back in my seat in Cobble Hill, a local farm-to-table restaurant and bar, as I watch the exchange between Anthony Bianco and Amherst Bancroft, a white-collar tech criminal. I don’t know him, but I recognize him from the news.
It’s unusual to see Bianco, someone who claims he’s not “in the game.” He’s obviously a fucking liar. That or he just has a lot of criminal friends.
Bianco may be a merchant banker by trade, but his activities are more than a little questionable. And considering the fact that I’m supposed to be protecting his niece, I’m very interested in digging in deeper.
I’d also like to know what the fuck Bancroft’s involvement is. I haven’t figured that out yet, but I will.
To protect Harry, I’ll do anything.
When they part ways, I walk over to Bianco and sit across from him.
“I’ve got a gun in my pocket, but I can think of about ten ways to kill you right here without it. So maybe you want to start talking about what fucking business you have with Bancroft.” I pull out the piece of paper I found in the bar last night. “And we can start with what you know, if anything, about this.”
All color leeches from his face.
And my stomach free falls into my shoes.
Maybe this time I’ll actually have to kill a member of her family and become the person she thinks I really am.
I pin him in place with a cold stare.
“Amherst Bancroft?”
He swallows. “I’m a merchant banker and he’s a client.”
“If you hurt Harry or plan on doing anything that jeopardizes her safety, I will end you. Right here at the fucking table with nothing more than the fork on your plate.” I fold my arms over my chest and sit back. “You have two minutes to convince me that won’t happen. Starting… now.”
FOURTEEN
harry
The eventsof the day replay through my head like a nonstop loop. I sit on the bed dressed in a T-shirt I stole from his closet, my arms wrapped around my legs.
It’s definitely not that I want something of his on me, but he only brought me a few things of my own. I’ve showered, put on fresh panties because he at least brought those, but…
I raise a shaking hand and press it against my aching temple, again tumbling down the rabbit hole of my twisted thoughts, completely unaware of the time when the door opens.
I’m in the dark and he’s a shadow that takes up space… dark, foreboding, and completely fucking soulless.
“New rules. No contact with your uncle,” he says.
