Page 43 of The Enforcer's Revenge
Tino licked his lips and quirked that one dark eyebrow. Brianna felt her face heat, but she refused to rise to his bait.
“How come you didn’t tell her?” Tino smiled the same dark smile he had given Carina earlier. “You don’t want her to know what a naughty girl you are?”
“Tino—”
“I dunno, though, I sorta liked her idea. Let’s play with pain. She doesn’t need to know the dirty details. I’ll keep your secrets for you.” Tino made a point to step around the broken cup as he walked toward her. “I say it’s my call since you owe me, and that’s one you’ve been holding out on.”
“I owe you,” Brianna repeated incredulously. “Are you fucking serious right now? Do you have any idea the shit you said to me last night?”
“Yeah, I do. Unfortunately for me, I remember all of it.” Tino’s voice cracked when he said it. He took a shuddering breath as he stopped in front of her. His dark eyes were glassy with pain and unshed tears. “Jesus, I’m sorry, baby.”
She sighed and reached for him, but he flinched away.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he croaked, “Hate me.”
She shook her head as her eyes stung, too. “Nope.”
“Hurt me,” he pleaded. “Please. Just once.”
Brianna knew he was serious. A very damaged part of him wanted her to treat him the way Mary used to. He thought he deserved it to the point that he caused all this trouble. He was desperate enough to give her a reason to hurt him. The problem was, Brianna loved him so completely that she was fairly certain that reason didn’t exist. Not in her world, so she fought back her tears and reminded him, “You don’t want me to be her. You don’t want me to have those demons.”
“I don’t want you to haveanydemons. I didn’t want you to hear about those things. Amore mio. My baby. My Bri.” Tino leaned down and pressed his lips to the curve of her neck. “Put me on my knees. Keep me there. I don’t wanna go to Father Nicolao with these ones.”
“Okay.” Brianna ran her fingers through his messy, black hair, pushing it away from his face. “But I’m worried about your feet. You’re still bleeding.”
“Later. Lemme bleed.” Tino pulled at the tie to her robe. He pulled it open and took another shuddering breath as he looked at her naked body. “I’m sorry I’m broken.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Brianna used her hold on his hair to force him down.
Tino fell to his knees easily, gratefully, with a low groan of relief. He slipped the robe off her body and then wrapped both of his hands around her waist. He pulled her into a tight hug as he pressed his face against the valley between her tits.
Brianna pulled the towel off her hair and tossed it to the side. Then, they stayed there for a while, with only Tino’s heavy breathing cutting through the silence. Brianna knew he was fighting against breaking down, so she let him have the time he needed.
Her eyes were closed as she silently prayed for Tino’s soul. She caressed his hair while she did it, hoping God would give Tino a pass if he wasn’t able to confess some of his darker sins. Others thought Mafiosi like Tino, Carlo, and Nova were simply criminals. Brianna thought of them more like soldiers. Serving and protecting their empire was vital. It was expected. It was ingrained since birth far more forcefully than patriotism.
She sucked in a sharp breath when Tino fanned his thumb over her right nipple. She opened her eyes to see him studying it as he circled the pink areola with his fingers, making it bead up from the shock of pleasure.
Knowing he wanted to stay on his knees, Brianna tugged his hair and said, “Lower,” until Tino fell back on his haunches. Then she knelt on his thighs, which would be uncomfortable, if not impossible, for most men, forcing him to bear all her weightlike that. Tino just grunted in approval as Brianna used her hold on his hair to force his mouth to her nipple. “Suck it.”
Her stomach muscle clenched when he did as told and sucked the pink tip into his mouth. The rush of bliss was still shocking, barreling through her like a freight train. Tino moved over to the other one, tugging it with his teeth before he licked and sucked it.
The situation was so highly charged that Brianna wasn’t surprised by how wet she got, aching and desperate for something more than teasing. She reached down, feeling the long, thick outline of his cock through his jeans, and she couldn’t resist pulling at the button to them.
Tino released her nipple, swiping his tongue over the peak one more time before he leaned back on his forearms, putting himself on display under her. They both watched as Brianna pulled his zipper down. Tino liked to see her hands on his cock, and Brianna just liked looking at him.
He didn’t have any underwear on, so his dick sprang free. She stroked the length of it, savoring the warm, hard feel of him. Tino grabbed her hand, and she thought for a moment he was stopping her, until he pulled at the black hair tie on her wrist.
“You don’t have it?” she asked as she tried to jerk her hand back, but Tino wasn’t letting go. “You didn’t grab it from my drawer?”
“No.” He shook his head and slipped the band off her wrist. “My sister was here, and I wasn’t thinking about grabbing a cock ring to get coffee. This’ll work. I’ve used them in a pinch.”
He’d never used them with her, but Brianna decided not to remind him. It wasn’t a huge secret where he picked up the fetishes she was currently catering to.
“What if it’s dangerous?” Brianna asked as she watched him wrap the band around the base of his cock. “Are you supposed to double it like that? Don’t tie too tight.”
“It’s only for a few minutes. Then I’ll take you to bed and do it right. I’m gonna use my tongue and dick to get you off for hours.” Tino wrapped a hand around her back and forced her forward to suck on her tits once more. “I’m not taking it off this time. I want you to use me all fucking day.”
“What if I like the feel of you cumming inside me?” she asked as she went back to fisting his hair and holding him to her. “What if I like it messy?”
