Page 76 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption
Torin strokes lower, slowly over my clit.
The boat rocks and it’s like my orgasmic aftermath has spread into the air and soaked into our surroundings.
“Torin?” It’s a half plea. He’s not trying to get me off, not trying to soothe me, and the stroke of his fingers is delicious, like the start of something that’s idling.
“Harry. I’m going to take your ass, and later, your mouth. You’re mine.”
The wordnowhispers through my head, as does the wordyes.
“And there’s only one fucking way to get out of that.”
“I’m not killing you to atone you,” I yelp.
He laughs against my neck, lips brushing my damp skin. “I’ll have to taunt you into it. Unless you’re telling me you like me now?”
“Never.”
The pressure changes.
And the air gets thicker.
Neither of us moves.
But then he breaks that spell, moving his hand so he now strokes me to my hip. Then he pulls back and pushes a finger slowly into my ass.
The sudden intrusion startles me. My body clamps down to stop his invasion.
Torin stops but doesn’t withdraw. “This is happening, Harry. Unless there’s an emphatic no, then this is happening.”
“I’m notsure I can.”
“Relax. This part here can hurt, but I have it on great authority it’s also an insane area of pleasure, full of nerve endings, so relax and just let me in.”
Whoever his great authority is goes immediately into my hate pile. Because whoever she is better not come around when he’s with me.
If I’m trapped, so is Torin.
If he’s going to turn me into his plaything to order around, then I’m his only project.
I grit my teeth and focus on relaxing because those thoughts are so disturbing. To my shock, he’s already got a second finger in there, pumping slowly, moving them apart to stretch my tight hole, and it’s nice. Good.
Maybe I want more after all.
Torin pulls his fingers free, whispering, “You’re a delight when you behave, Harry.”
“You have me tied up; I have no choice.”
The head of his cock replaces his fingers and it’s a hell of a lot bigger. He pushes in slowly. “You can rebel.”
“Is that you giving permission?” I pant, because the man’s big. I’m not sure about size specifically, but he feels big. Like he shouldn’t be in this part of me big. And yet… it feels good.
When he hits deep, where he can’t go farther, my body’s full and alive in ways I don’t quite understand. It’s like when he’s in my pussy, but different, like he’s hitting some of the same places and a lot of new ones.
“Stating a fact.”
He starts to move.
Oh God. This is different, good, but so odd. Odd because my pussy’s empty and my clit throbs for him. Something deep in me starts to swell and grow and bloom. I thrust back against him, beckoning him to get me to wherever these sensations want to take me.
