Page 28 of The Enforcer
Strung out on the endorphins.
Tits swaying with short, sharp breaths as she tried to gain her composure.
Why did he like her like this, completely spent and weak to him? He had absolutely no idea, but he surged over her anyway, sucking on her neck, licking at the bruises that motherfucker put on his goddess.
His fucking Madonna.
That was un-fucking-acceptable.
He wasn’t just gonna kill that motherfucker; he was going to hurt him first.
Chuito style.
Ending him was the first order of business on Tino’s hit-man to-do list that had become impressively long in a short period of time.
“Turn over, baby,” he whispered in her ear instead of confessing to plotting ways to make her a widow sooner rather than later. “Give it to me. Just once.”
Brianna rolled over rather than call him on the fact that it was never just once. She spread her legs, opening to him willingly, letting him force her against the mattress and fist her hair.
He pushed in, feeling all the smooth, tight heat of her pussy clench around him as she gasped and arched into him. “Fuck.” He groaned and tugged her head back. Then he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I love you. Please remember that, okay?”
“I know.” She reached back to run a hand down his bare thigh soothingly. “I know, baby. It’s okay. It’s good.” She moaned when he pushed in deeper. Her thighs were still shaking, but she reminded both of them. “I’m strong, remember?”
He did remember.
So he fucked the hell out of her.
Hard.
Angry.
Pulling her hair and clutching at her hips so hard he was probably leaving her with more bruises.
It wasn’t fair to take out a lifetime of fury on her.
But it had just been so long, and he hadn’t had an outlet. Hadn’t known how to ask. Had never found someone who gave a shit. Who wondered why he took four showers a day. Even his brothers ignored the issue. One out of ignorance. The other out of guilt.
But Brianna had never ignored it.
Had never let him lie and charm his way past her.
Instead she faced him head-on, offering herself to him, body and soul, and all she got for it was the unabashed worship of a man whose love earned her a price on her head.
Brianna cried out when the climax slammed into her, and the sound of it was enough to jerk him down with her. For one beautiful moment, all the pain, all the self-hatred hazed white around him, and there was just Brianna. The two of them lying there quivering in the silence as the pleasure raged.
It took a while for it to pass for both of them, but when it did, it pulled Tino back to reality a little too fast. It had been a long time since he dealt with this particular type of regret. When the high faded and he realized what he had sacrificed for the escape.
Because drugs hadn’t been his only addiction.
Tino rolled off her. As breathless as Brianna, weak in the aftermath, feeling shaky and disoriented and fucking guilty as hell as he threw his arm over his eyes.
“Why can’t I be soft with you?” he asked himself out loud. “Why can’t I be kind? Why haven’t I learned that after all this time?”
She rolled up to him, gentle and lax as she rested her cheek on his chest and traced her fingers over the ridges of his abdominal muscles. “You want to be broccoli instead of a hot-fudge sundae?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he admitted as he kept his arm draped over his eyes.
“Good for me, rather than just tasting like sin,” she clarified and then ran her fingers over his lips, making him lick the pad of one on reflex. He flicked his tongue over it the same way he might her clit. She hummed low in her throat. “Nice.”
