Page 168 of The Enforcer
He certainly didn’t plan on making her a comare.
But he was just so fucking mad at her.
Tino wanted to punish her for being willing to risk so much. She was smarter than this. There wasn’t one good reason why a woman like Brianna—talented, intelligent, with a full scholarship and the entire fucking world at her feet—should be on her hands and knees for a mafia enforcer, but she was.
Because she thought she wanted to be dirty with him.
Fine.
Tino could be dirty.
He had every intention of being dirty as fuck when he pushed her against her bed, forcing her on her hands and knees since she thought that was how she liked it. Except she spread out there too easily, cheek pressed to her pillow, ankles against her ass, thighs spread wide in a way only a dancer could do, with her stomach flat against the mattress.
It just looked so fucking hot.
With the long, smooth line of her bare back on display, and her red hair so dark in the moonlight against her pale skin. He groaned when she did it as he stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at her. Then he crawled onto the bed and kissed the small of her back above the hem of her pink panties. She made a soft sound in the back of her throat, and his cock jerked in response. He wanted to be dirty when he did this, to punish her, but he was reverent instead as he licked the long curve of her spine. She let him, nimble and submissive, giving up her innocence without a second thought.
Why?
He was very scared he knew the answer. By the time he was kissing the curve of her neck, his hands were shaking, and his eyes were stinging. He cupped her tits, rubbing his thumbs against her tightened nipples, and she moaned.
“Does it feel good, baby?” His voice was choked with emotion. “You like being under me?”
She bowed back into his embrace and whispered, “God, yes.” Then she spread her thighs wider.
Tino knew what she was looking for, but still he said, “Tell me what you want. I’m here now. Tell me the fantasy.”
Tino grabbed her hand and sucked two of her fingers into his mouth, making her moan and arch under him again. When he pulled them free, he didn’t have to tell her. She did it without being told.
Brianna slipped her hand beneath the lining of her panties and touched herself.
Bold.
Sexy.
Fearless.
Same way she took to that ladder courageously, it really did it for him, to the point that he saw spots in his vision. Everything in him was wound tight and aching for her.
Tino reached down to feel how she got herself off, covering her hand with his over the thin material of her panties. She rubbed her clit side to side, hard and fast, making herself breathless almost instantly.
She hadn’t been lying earlier.
There was something about Brianna that liked it a little rough, but fantasies were different from reality. He fisted her hair to test the water, forcing her head back to watch her pleasure. Most women would resist, but she bowed into him and clenched at the sheet with her free hand. Then just like that, she jerked under him and came with a shout.
Tino surged over her and pushed his bare cock against the curve of her ass as he used his hold on her hair to kiss her. She was still shuddering, and he’d never been more turned on in his entire life. Brianna was riper than he’d thought, so pent-up just the slightest touch set her off. He found himself pushing against her over and over to the hard, dominating thrust of his tongue into her mouth.
He could’ve come against her back and made a point.
Dirty and selfish like a made man was supposed to be.
Instead he was still shaking, overwhelmed, and humbled as he whispered against her lips, “You don’t gotta be my comare. I’d never let you do that.” He forced her hand out of her panties and replaced it with his own. “I’ll be the whore, baby. Use me. You need it. Use me, and we won’t tell anyone.”
“No,” she started in complaint, but he slipped one finger into her pussy that was swollen with need and dripping wet, making it easy despite how small she was. Still she fought to argue. “Tino, no, you’re—” She choked on her words when he found her G-spot and caressed it. “Shit.” She fisted the sheets in both hands and pushed back against him until she finally gave voice to what her body had been silently begging for. “I want you in me.”
He could feel how badly she wanted it as she clenched around his finger, tight and slick and primed to be fucked. God, he wanted it too, so much he was moving against her, forcing her tighter against the mattress as he pushed in another finger to give her the full feeling she was craving. Brianna was completely smooth, waxed in a way that surprised him, but so fucking tight it held him back from giving her what she was begging for.
She came again, too fast for his sanity.
