Page 23 of The Enforcer’s Revenge (Untamed Hearts #4)

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.

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 playing that game.

“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.