Page 165 of The Enforcer

She turned to leave, but he called out, “I’ll let you watch. If that’s your thing…I’ll do it.”

Brianna turned back to him with wide eyes, because she really couldn’t believe he meant what it sounded like he meant.

Who would do that?

Tino stared at her, unblinking, bedroom eyes hooded and dark in the moonlight. “Is it your thing?”

“Is what my thing?” Her voice was raspy with fear and desire. Her heartbeat was thundering, and the ache between her thighs was overwhelming. “Watch what, exactly?”

“Watch me jerk off thinking about you,” he said without even flinching. Then he cupped himself through his jeans like he had before when she thought he was sleeping, and arched his hips up. “Want it?”

She felt hypnotized by him and the raw sexuality that was choking the air out of the living room. She nodded silently, her gaze on his hand and the way he grabbed himself.

“Yeah,” she said, not sure if she shocked him more or herself when she admitted, “I want it.”

He raised his eyebrows skeptically, making it obvious she surprised him, but he pulled at the button to his jeans anyway. “You sure?”

Brianna looked to the opened fly, the zipper sliding down from the strain of his cock pressing against it. She nodded again. “I’m sure.”

Maybe she just wanted to know she could meet him halfway.

There was such a hard, deadly air to Tino now. Life made him feral, and no matter how beautiful he was, touching him now was dangerous, but she still wanted it…desperately.

He forced the zipper the rest of the way down, still watching her intently, making Brianna very aware of the spaghetti-strap nightgown she wore. The way his gaze ran over her body had her realizing the city lights behind her caused the thin blue material to be see-through. He stopped and stared at the V of her nightgown, unapologetically eyeing her tits.

“Scared?”

Brianna’s nipples had tightened, and Tino noticed because he missed nothing. She folded her arms over her chest and shifted where she stood.

“Yes. A little,” she admitted and looked toward the closed door to Carina’s room. “Aren’t you?”

“Nope.” Tino pushed his jeans down to prove his point, exposing a pair of tight blue designer briefs that made him look like an underwear model.

Brianna knew he was big, but seeing the way his cock filled out those briefs, curving to the left and nearly pushing past the waistband, had her gripping at her grandmother’s cross around her neck simply because she needed to do something with her hands.

He actually went so far as to kick off his jeans and push the blanket to the floor, leaving himself vulnerable to Carina or Paco walking out. More so, putting himself on display for Brianna, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t you embarrassed?”

He cupped himself again. “Do I look like I have something to be embarrassed about?”

“No.” Brianna shook her head. “It’s just something so”—she shrugged—“intimate. Private. I think it’d be hard to let someone watch.”

“Are you joking?” Tino raised his eyebrows again. “Lola told me you were there when she sold me out to Nova.” He narrowed his gaze at her. “I know you know.”

Brianna shifted uncomfortably again, because they never talked about his past or what she knew about it. “She was discreet. She didn’t give us details.”

“Now I’m giving you details.” He stroked himself through his underwear, from the base up, forcing her to see how thick he was even if it was still hidden. “You wanna see why they paid so much? You want me to sell it?”

“Maybe this isn’t healthy for you.” She nearly choked as she said it, but she couldn’t ignore it. As taboo as this all felt to her, it hit her all of a sudden that this was sex to Tino. It was the only way he knew how to do it. “You don’t have to sell it. I’m already sold, Tino.”

“Oh yeah?” He completely ignored everything else. “How are you gonna pay me for it?”

“What do you want?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“Do you get yourself off?” His voice caught, like just saying it did something to him. “You’re fucking ripe. No boyfriend. You gotta get yourself off.”

She gasped, not just at his words, but the way he pushed his underwear down, forcing his cock to spring free. It was cut, smooth, with very little hair at the base. When he fisted it, the head flared, and seeing Tino’s hand wrapped around it just made it seem bigger.

She grabbed her grandmother’s cross again, sliding it along the chain to keep herself from reaching out and touching him. A white-hot sheen of lust washed over her, and she had to bite her lip to catch the moan that wanted to slip out.