Page 45 of The Enforcer's Revenge
Tino did it without complaining. Brianna knew she could ask him to do anything when he was in the mindset, but feeling him stretch her with his fingers, making her clench around them as he licked and sucked at her clit, was more than enough.
Brianna came fast, this time with her hand over her mouth to stifle the screams. Even if Carina wasn’t home, they did have neighbors, and Tino had her feeling bold, loud, and powerful this afternoon.
She was still quivering when he stopped licking her and kept finger fucking her, making her almost too sensitive to endure it. A part of her wanted to pull away, but instead, she took a shuddering breath and forced herself to go into the pleasurethat was razor-sharp and intense, making it impossible to think about anything but the feel of his touch.
It got even more extreme when he started licking her again, but Brianna didn’t deny him. If Tino thought it healed him, she was willing to give him that. She knew he needed to be on his knees long enough to let the demons recede. She had to let Tino repent in this way, because if not, he would likely pick fights with everyone he loved in hopes of getting them to hate him. To punish him. To hurt him because Brianna wouldn’t. Usually, Tino understood he wasn’t the person Mary tried really hard to convince him he was. He wasn’t disgusting. He wasn’t worthless. He certainly didn’t deserve to be hurt and punished for mistakes. Most of the time, he knew it, but sometimes, he forgot.
Like Brianna told Carina, Tino needed time to reset.
The next orgasm was even more violent, stealing her breath and pulsing through her entire body to the point that every muscle felt gooey and weak from the bliss. It could’ve stopped there, and she would’ve passed out from exhaustion, but it didn’t stop.
He stayed on his knees for well over an hour.
By that time, Brianna was sticky with sweat. Her hair was clinging to the back of her neck and her shoulders. Her pussy ached from too many orgasms, and he hadn’t even fucked her a second time.
Tino just crawled into bed, grabbed the lube, and leaned down to lick her shoulder as he breathed against her sensitive skin, “Roll over, baby.”
Brianna was lazy as she rolled over under him, thighs spread, cheek resting on her arm, face hidden by still-damp hair. She honestly wished she wasn’t quite so sated by all the orgasms. Usually, this particular indulgence happened when she was wound tight, on the verge of almost scared. Those were the times when Tino was extra dominant, wanting to own allof her, primal, and determined to leave his mark everywhere. Sometimes Tino wanted to claim her completely, and Brianna wanted to let him. She wasn’t sure what that said about her, but it made the anal sex smoking hot.
This time, Tino’s touch was soft as he leaned over her on all fours and traced his fingers down the long curve of her spine. His lips followed his touch, gentle, still full of worship, before he traced his tongue over her puckered hole, and she spread her thighs wider to let him.
It was nice, still lazy, but certainly not the way she always fantasized about when she fingered herself on the nights when Tino was off doing things she never wanted to know about.
Then he got the lube and used slick fingers to stretch her. It was easy to pretend then because there was something about feeling his fingers forcing her to loosen up for him that was on the edge of too dark, no matter why he was doing it.
Brianna liked the dark.
She craved the edge.
She wouldn’t be able to survive in Cosa Nostra if she didn’t.
There was a side of her that needed a hard man, and they weren’t easy to come by these days. When she was out in the real world, she found herself feeling impatient with the men she encountered. There was no raw survival instinct, no primal protection mechanism, and she wasn’t sure how their women dealt with that. Brianna could barely tolerate them waiting in line at the coffee shop, whining over their lattes taking too long.
She’d never once seen Tino wait for anything.
Or Nova.
Or Carlo.
Certainly not the Don.
People tripped over themselves to get everything done for them as quickly and efficiently as possible. Even those who hadno idea what Cosa Nostra was sensed something, that intangible pulse of primal authority that Brianna found so compelling.
She couldn’t give this to just any man. Brianna’s life was pain. She hurt herself every day for her art, and outside it, they all constantly lived on the precipice of danger. Only a man who could truly understand her, outmaneuver her, outrun her, out-muscle her, and outsmart her could have her spread out, with her hands fisted in her sheets and her face pressed against her pillow when he fell against her. His weight was stealing her breath, but she didn’t care as he growled, “Stay open for me.”
She spread her thighs wider as Tino grabbed his cock and pushed in. He was so thick, and it’d been months since they’d done this. A low keening cry burst out of Brianna, and she didn’t bother to bite the sheets to silence herself. It hurt, but God, she loved it. She’d missed it, especially with the surge of icy hot pleasure that rippled through her.
Forget waiting for Tino to do it, Brianna reached down and fingered herself, rubbing her g-spot with two fingers, making white spots appear behind her closed eyelids. Tino’s breath caught. The grunt of pleasure from him made a fresh sheen of goosebumps spread over Brianna’s sensitive skin as he pushed in, slowly owning her. He hadn’t bothered with condoms, so it was just skin on skin, and maybe that was what changed his gears when he bottomed out in her.
Suddenly, his hand was in her hair, hard, fisting it and jerking her head back. Brianna gasped as he thrust hard against her, even though he was already buried deep. She instinctively reached out and grabbed one of the poles on her rod-iron headboard, pushing back against him because her voice was completely gone. She couldn’t beg for him to fuck her powerfully, dominantly, almost mean, but she wanted to.
Luckily, she didn’t have to ask.
The worship was done as he began taking her hard, his hand still tight in her hair, forcing her to arch back against him. She started rubbing her clit while Tino bit and sucked on her neck and shoulder—marking her.
She’d need makeup for practice tomorrow, but who gave a fuck?
Stage makeup could cover anything.
