Page 169 of The Enforcer
Tino was physically quaking with the need, but then Brianna collapsed under him, sweaty and breathless and confessed, “I love you.”
“Jesus, Bri.” He squeezed his eyes closed and pressed his forehead against the back of her head. “Don’t—”
“Only you. Always, Tino. Call it whatever you want. I just love you.” She said it even though he started thrusting his fingers in her again, stretching her, rubbing them against that sensitive spot inside her until the stickiness covered his palm. “God, please.”
She was begging to be fucked, but he fisted her hair instead, jerking her head back to watch once more. It took her longer this time. She had to fight for it, arching into his touch over and over again. They were both sweaty, and he was still moving over her, the slide of his cock against the curve of her back pushing him to the edge of oblivion.
Brianna was moaning, and every sound she made was like an electric jolt of pleasure that forced him to realize he was going to come whether he wanted to or not. When she bowed and cried out, he rode out the storm with her, stroking her until her pussy stopped spasming from the force of her climax.
Then he rolled off her and fisted his cock. It only took three strokes to fall over the edge, leaving him spread out in front of her, biting his lip and coming all over his stomach. He was still shaking as Brianna freed his bottom lip from the tight hold his teeth had on it and rubbed her thumb over it like she was trying to soothe the hurt.
Tino turned away from the caress, not knowing why, of all the things, that was what left him feeling too exposed. He moved to get up and look for a towel, but Brianna crawled over him before he could.
He shifted under her. “Stop, you’ll get dirty.”
“I don’t care.” She lay over him despite the cum. “Will you kiss me?” she asked, reminding him of their one night in the bunk bed. “Do it like you mean it.”
It wasn’t the first time that night she stunned the shit out of him, but life taught him nothing if not how to roll with the punches.
So he threaded both hands in her hair and kissed her like he meant it.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Tino left before Brianna woke up.
He knew it made him an asshole, but he’d spent most of the night staring at her ceiling, feeling her naked against him save one tiny pair of pink panties. Tino was one of the few people who knew what real torture felt like, and he would’ve honestly taken his father’s belt or the Savios’ basement over spending the night with Brianna naked and not actually fucking her.
He ended up back home, taking a shower until the water ran cold, and still he stood there, trying to find some reason to stay in this apartment with his brothers rather than go back to Carina’s place to finish what he started with Brianna.
“I heard La Bomba got raided last night.”
Tino turned and looked through the glass of the shower door in disbelief. Not just because privacy was still at less than zero around Nova when Tino was an adult and should be able to take a fucking shower without his brother walking in, but also because Nova still had his hands into everything.
“How did you hear about the raid?”
“Mateo called me and told me he saw you going out the back with the princess and the BFF.”
Tino stiffened. “She has a name, you know?”
“Who has a name?” Nova asked like he didn’t know, as he leaned over and rubbed at the mirror.
He messed with his hair while Tino glared at him.
“She never did anything to you, Casanova,” Tino growled as all the fury and tension jumped to the surface. “You keep giving her shit and—”
Nova laughed. “And what?”
“And I’ll—” Tino started, keeping his voice low on purpose until Nova stepped closer to the shower.
For that one small period in time, Tino let himself be the enforcer, even though everything about his life was carefully portioned out, and he didn’t let one Tino blend into the other.
He was just so sick of Nova’s shit in regard to Carina, and it felt like a lifetime of anger chose that moment to rise up.
Tino used all his strength to push open the shower door when Nova got close enough, catching Nova hard, knocking him down so violently he smacked his head against the marble floor in Romeo’s bathroom.
Nova shouted on the way down, but then he sort of had that dazed look someone in the octagon had when they got knocked out. Tino was still standing there staring at him with water pooling out onto the floor when Romeo jerked open the bathroom door.
“Deficiente!” Romeo fell down on his knees next to Nova and asked in Italian, “What’d you do to him?”
