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When she came, it was loud, violent, as she dropped her head against the pillow and curved forward while her entire body quaked. She could feel her clit pulsing against her fingers as the orgasm stole everything from her. At the same time, she pulled Tino down with her. He started slamming against her harder, faster, jerking her head back and forcing her out of her hiding place once more.

“You’re mine,” he rasped like something about the night made him extra possessive. “I will fucking kill any man who touches you. Kill him slowly. Painfully. No one but me is ever touching you, Brianna. You hear me? You’re mine. Only mine.Per sempre.” He bit hard at the curve of her neck and then growled against her ear, “Forever.”

“Mm, yeah.” Her body was still shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure. “Only yours.” She reached back and rubbed a hand reassuringly down his side. “I promise.”

It took them a while to come down after that. Brianna had collapsed against the bed. Tino fell over her, still in her, making breathing hard, but she didn’t care as he kissed her sweaty neck and whispered endearments to her in a combination of Italian. He licked at the marks he left, soothing them, even if he couldn’t take them back.

“God, baby, you’re so strong. So powerful.” He ran a hand down her thigh as he said it. “I like taking you like that,” he confessed as though it was a guilty pleasure. “I like owning the toughest bitch in New York.”

She laughed. “I dunno about that.”

“I do.” He sounded like he meant it, too. “You’re a fucking goddess.”

“Okay.” She rolled her eyes when she realized they were still playingthatgame.

“You’re gonna be sore tomorrow. You’re gonna feel me all day at practice.” Tino sounded pleased with himself. “I’m gonna feel you, too. It chafes like hell when I do it without a condom. We both need a shower.”

“Desperately,” she agreed with a giggle. She felt high in the aftermath, stoned silly on pleasure. “And I’m making you wash all the hard-to-reach places.”

“I love your hard-to-reach places,” Tino said without missing a beat. He licked at the curve of her neck and whispered in her ear, “Lead the way, naughty girl.”

The apartment she lived in with Carina was Cosa Nostra extravagant. The shower in her bathroom was massive enough to allow Brianna and Tino to sit on the Italian tiled floor with plenty of room to spare. She had his feet in her lap as she worked with tweezers to pull the glass out. Fortunately, the light was extra bright, and one by one, she was able to remove the tiny shards of punishment he had inflicted on himself earlier. The water swirled pink around them, but neither of them was fazed by it.

Then, when she had dropped the last piece of shattered, thousand-dollar china down the drain, Brianna ran her fingers over the cuts. She wasn’t gentle about it because she was searching for any she might have missed.

She looked at Tino. “You feel any more?”

He shook his head. “Nope.”

“You’re good?”

Tino nodded and gave her one of those Tino smiles. “I’m good, babe.”

“Are you?” She dropped the tweezers as she stared at him earnestly. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Tino obviously knew she wasn’t talking about broken china. “You heal me.”

She smiled and rubbed at his feet once more because she knew it wasn’t true. Some scars were too deep to heal, but she liked to think she could fix it with one afternoon of fucking.

Obviously, he liked to think so, too.

She was a professional performer, and he was an enforcer.

Tino and Brianna could play pretend better than just about anyone.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Mills Basin, New York

July 4th, 2010

After the shitshow with Brianna and Carina, Tino went cold turkey.

He’d gone this long without it before. He wasn’t typically an everyday blow user, but the Don had been power-hungry and ambitious lately. Tino had been working hard for months, and he’d been analmost every dayuser for a while now. He had to have been and not noticed ’cause two days clean and he felt like shit. Just tired, grouchy, and achy as fuck.

The Don was having a big boat party for the Fourth of July at Carina’s Mills Basin place. Usually, Tino tried to play the game of including everyone on the holidays. He’d spend the afternoon on the yacht with the Moretti crew, and then he and Nova would head back to watch fireworks with Romeo in Manhattan.

Today, Tino wasn’t going anywhere.