Page 21 of The Enforcer’s Revenge (Untamed Hearts #4)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

A fter she left, Brianna just stood there, staring at the wood. When she was certain Carina was in the elevator, Brianna flipped the lock, but she didn’t move.

“You let me fuck you like you were one of them.” Tino’s voice shook with fury. “You promised you’d never let that happen again.”

“I tried?—”

“Bullshit!”

Brianna jumped when Tino threw his coffee mug. Then she glared when she saw that another dish was shattered on the floor. Sugary, milky coffee was spreading out over the white tile, and she screamed in repressed anger and fear.

“You’re cleaning that up!” Brianna gestured wildly to the kitchen. “You Morettis are all great at breaking shit, but then you leave me to pick up your messes! I’m not doing it this time!”

“Oh, you take that back.” Tino’s voice was taunting and dangerous. “You know I love cleaning up messes for you.”

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 have any demons. 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 weight like 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?”

“You just screamed to the whole building that you weren’t cleaning up my messes anymore,” Tino reminded her. “You said you’re sick of it.”

Brianna quirked an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, well, you just said you love helping me clean them up.”

“Naughty girl.” Tino moved her legs, forcing her to straddle him more completely while he stayed on his haunches. He licked his thumb, doing it slowly, meeting her gaze until he reached down and rubbed it over the line of her pussy. “Wet for me.”

Brianna smiled. “Always.”

She closed her eyes when he spread her and found her clit. Then she went ahead and fell back against her hands, using a lifetime of dance training to lean back and enjoy his touch.

Tino placed his other hand behind her back, forcing her to arch into him as he slid two fingers deep inside her, stretching her, making her gasp and jerk against him. She was so wet it made her thighs sticky while he finger fucked her and leaned down to suck on her tits once more.

She didn’t bother to be quiet as the pleasure built, making her body quiver as it fought for release. Tino didn’t force it. He wasn’t in a rush to hear her. This wasn’t a sprint of ecstasy he was looking to drag out of her—it was a marathon.

Which was why it shocked her when he rubbed his fingers against her g-spot, applying pressure in just the right way to make the pleasure spring free, hard, slamming into her almost violently.

She cried out, and her pussy clenched around his fingers to the pulse of her climax.

He kept stroking her g-spot, milking the bliss to the point that her arms couldn’t support her weight.

Tino caught her, pulling her back over him, his finger still deep inside her.

Tino dragged his tongue up her neck and whispered in her ear, “Fuck, you’re sexy, you got my whole hand soaked.”

Brianna jerked at that and tried to turn her head away because sometimes, when she came really hard, it felt like her body betrayed her.

“No, don’t do that. It’s hot. I told you that.” Tino was practically vibrating under her, breathless with lust. “Thank God I stole the fucking hair tie. I would’ve cum when you started squirting.”

“Don’t call it that.” She tried to pull away from him. “You make it sound so ugly and dirty when you give it that name.”

“Nothing about you is ugly. And I like dirty. I know you do, too.” Tino slid his hand down her back, lower.

Brianna’s breath caught when he slipped his index finger between her ass cheeks.

Her eyes grew wide when he traced the rim of her hole, softly, but not pushing in.

“I’ll put it anywhere you want to today, baby. ”

“You said…” Her entire body was tight with anticipation now. “You said that we couldn’t ’cause Carina told you?—”

“Fuck what Carina told me,” Tino cut her off with a growl. “If I corrupted you or taught you wrong, it’s too fucking late now. I want you to feel good. We’re doing whatever the fuck you want. Do you want it?”