Page 22 of The Enforcer’s Revenge (Untamed Hearts #4)

Brianna nodded, her chest still tight with the breathlessness of anticipation because it’d been months since Tino took away that particular indulgence.

Most of the time, he attempted to keep them on the straight and narrow, trying to find the normal that most people achieved so easily.

Unless he fell off the wagon and was begging her to use and punish him for the day.

Then, apparently, all bets were off.

“I want it.” She couldn’t keep the longing out of her voice as she reached between them and stroked his dick, feeling it jerk in her hand as she licked at the curve of his neck.

His skin was slightly salty and masculine, making her think she could almost taste the adrenaline on him.

“Will you use your fingers, too? Finger fuck me while you’re taking me like that. Just completely fill me up.”

“Cazzo.”

His entire body jolted, and he pulled his hand away from her and slammed it against the tile, like he suddenly needed support. He arched his hips while she stroked him and then dropped his head back, making it obvious he’d missed it, too, even if he hadn’t complained about it like Brianna had.

Tino used his hold on her hip to pull her closer to him. He grabbed her hand, making her release him, and arched his hips so that his cock slid against her wet pussy. He grunted with pleasure from just the feel of her against him.

“You’re the one who saves me.” He fisted his dick and tugged on her hip again, making his intention clear.

“You’re the one who heals me. That’s it.

It’s just you.” When Brianna leaned up to take him in her, letting the thick head of his cock breach her, making the pleasure dance over her skin, Tino groaned and dropped his head back.

He was obviously lost in the ecstasy as he rasped, “Fuck, yes, baby. Use me.”

Brianna moaned, too, her small nails digging into his shoulders as the shimmer of pleasure washed over her.

Then, Tino threaded his fingers into her hair, not pulling it like he had last night.

Instead, he was gentle and reverent when he captured her lips with his.

She parted, letting his tongue slip into her mouth to brush against hers as she started moving over him.

She surrendered to the pleasure of it, letting Tino guide her movement over him with his hold on her hip.

They swallowed each other’s moans and gasps of pleasure until Brianna was clinging to Tino, shaking over him, and coming for a second time.

He didn’t follow her into the abyss, but then, she knew he wouldn’t.

She hadn’t even caught her breath before he stood with her, still in her, forcing Brianna to wrap her arms and legs around him as Tino carried her to the bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind them and fell onto the bed with her.

Then he reached past her to the nightstand and jerked the drawer open.

He wasn’t casual about it, his hands were shaking, from what she wasn’t sure.

Repressed lust, or the horrors from the night before he thought he was repenting for.

Maybe it was a combination, as he pulled out the books she kept at the front to hide the things in the back.

He set the handcuffs next to the lamp to be forgotten until another day.

The lube he threw over by the pillow. He tossed condoms there, too.

Even though they weren’t dependent on condoms for birth control, sometimes they used them when he fucked her ass so he could fuck her pussy again afterward without a shower.

Tino had a whole collection of tricks like that.

Brianna would’ve never in a million years thought to have Tino use something like the cock ring he found in the back of the drawer.

Tino pulled off the hair tie he had wrapped around his cock and leaned down to replace it with the small, clear, silicone ring.

It was so inconspicuous that it would be easy to dismiss.

Brianna was sure a lot of women had, but she acknowledged it as she reached down to touch him.

She traced her fingers over the band at the base of his cock as she reached up to wrap her hand around the back of his neck and pull his head down.

She kissed him, open-mouthed, their tongues brushing before their lips met.

It was one of those wet, dirty kisses Tino taught her to crave.

It reminded her of the first time she felt his hands on her.

She’d been only seventeen, sweaty and high on ecstasy that Dominic Brambino had maliciously slipped her, not knowing he was giving her one of the best memories of her life when Tino came to her rescue.

She could stay there all day, living in the past, kissing Tino and tormenting herself with the fresh surge of lust that surged through her system, but she didn’t.

Knowing what he needed from her, Brianna turned her head and grasped his shoulder.

She pushed hard, forcing him to move down her body, sucking on her tits, licking at her belly button before he slid off the bed.

Tino fell to his knees on the floor, and Brianna moved to spread her thighs wide, leaving herself open for him.

She fisted his hair once more, pulling him forward, forcing him to taste her, and she could feel his groan against her pussy when he licked the seam of it.

Then he spread her with his thumbs, leaving her open and exposed as he sucked on her clit. Brianna gasped and pushed her hips up. “Use your fingers.”

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 pleasure that 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 all of 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 had no idea what Cosa Nostra was sensed something, that intangible pulse of primal authority that Brianna found so compelling.