Page 6 of The Enforcer’s Revenge (Untamed Hearts #4)

CHAPTER THREE

T he music still pulsed, vibrating the floor beneath them, when they found the door labeled with Tino’s name. It was done with one of those office label makers. The edges were peeling, but the warning was still very clear.

Tino Moretti

Always on

Enter at your own risk, motherfuckers

Brianna giggled when she saw it because she was more than a little buzzed.

Carina had shown up on her roller skates, booze and shot glass in hand, and demanded they take a birthday shot with her more than once, but it wasn’t just the alcohol.

Brianna was drunk on Tino and moving against him in the red mist all night.

She became addicted to the dizzying shock of dancing in the chilly December air with the press of their bodies and the heat lamps making it warm where it shouldn’t be.

At some point in the night, Tino abandoned his jacket and guns, leaving them with his brother to deal with.

Brianna had pushed his black t-shirt up, forcing the bottom of it over his neck so that his chest was bare and only his shoulders were covered.

It wasn’t like Tino was shy about his body, and Brianna loved touching him.

All night, she ran her fingers over the smooth, sweaty ridges of his cut abs and the hard press of his muscular chest against her back as he ground against her like he was doing right now.

Instead of opening the bedroom door, Tino pushed her against it as he kissed the curve of her neck.

He thrust his hips against the small of her back, forcing her to feel his hard cock through his jeans.

He’d been hard most of the night. Now both of them were so wound up and turned on they were practically vibrating.

They could’ve come upstairs a lot earlier, but they teased themselves instead, getting high off the dancing and attention because they were easily the most talented couple at the party.

Tino always made Brianna feel sexy as hell on the dance floor.

He said it was her, but Brianna knew that wasn’t wholly true.

Like all Morettis, Tino commanded attention.

What they were doing didn’t matter; people were captivated, and Tino was a natural performer.

Brianna was too, so they danced until they couldn’t stand the sexual tension for one more second—now they were here.

Desperate.

“Are you wet for me?” Tino ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, beneath her skirt. Brianna’s breath caught, and Tino noticed. “Scared?” he asked, his voice low and husky in a way that gave her chills. “What am I gonna find if I touch it?”

He brushed his fingers against her panties, right between her thighs, making her entire body clench when that tiny touch sent a shock of pleasure through her. She reached for the doorknob, but Tino caught her wrist with his other hand.

“Nah, I don’t think so.” Tino forced her hand against the door and trapped her there.

Brianna gasped when he slipped his fingers inside her panties.

She jerked against him, trying to push him away because the hallway was empty, but not for long.

She could hear the giggling on the stairs where people were hanging out, and she was about to say something when Tino whispered in her ear, “Just be quiet, no one will know.”

“Bullshit, they won’t know. Tino—” Her breath caught again when he circled her clit. “Oh my God, you’re really doing this to me? Right here?”

“Fuck yes, I am.” He licked and sucked at the back of her neck, making all the fine hairs there stand on end.

Brianna gasped when Tino pushed first one and then two fingers in her, stretching her and then rubbing them both against her g-spot.

If anything, that was worse, Tino finger fucking her like this, leaving her full and aching to the point that she wanted to push against his hand like she would if they weren’t likely being watched.

Instead, she was near frozen, the clash of fear and pleasure making her lightheaded.

Then she heard the giggling getting closer, and Tino pressed tighter against her.

He brought his left arm up, placing his forearm against the door so she could hide her face.

He was wrapped around her, hiding her with his broad, muscular body to the point that no one would be able to see who she was, even if she wasn’t still wearing a mask, which she was.

That didn’t make her feel better because, despite what Tino wanted to believe, most of the people in Cosa Nostra circles knew Tino and Brianna were involved.

Tino made the effort to hide it, since enforcers weren’t technically allowed girlfriends, and he was worried about her reputation, considering his history, but people knew.

Everyone on that dance floor knew it was Brianna dancing like that for him.

A mask wasn’t going to hide her identity, especially when they were showing off like they had been, and that was fine.

Brianna wanted people to know. She grew up in Cosa Nostra.

Most of their ideals rubbed off, including the vain need for everyone to know Tino was hers.

If she had her choice, they’d finally get married.

To be together in front of God and everyone.

The two of them had been talking about it more and more, but she didn’t think he’d take her quite this literally when she said she wanted the world to know she belonged to him.

The giggling stopped, turning to hushed and scandalized whispers, making it obvious that even if those girls couldn’t see who Tino was hiding, they knew what the two of them were doing.

“Look at you turning pink,” Tino whispered as he kept kissing her neck, shielding her and finger fucking her at the same time. “I like you shy. Very sexy.” His voice got a little nostalgic, like he was seeing something he didn’t fully understand, as he said, “Tell me what it’s like.”

Brianna’s breath caught once more because she understood what he was asking. Life had been extremely cruel to Tino. Shame and pride had died a long time ago for him. So much so that he couldn’t conceptualize it, but he still wanted to touch it. To understand somehow.

Brianna wasn’t always the best one to help him.

The only sexual experience she’d had was with him, but she was willing to give it her best shot.

They’d taught each other since the moment they first came together as a former sex slave and a virgin, trying to find a normal in their world that was anything but normal.

“Tell me,” he pressed, keeping her there, touching her in the hallway, even if everyone likely knew what they were doing. “I wanna know.”

All the fight went out of her.

If Tino wanted to know, Brianna wanted to tell him.

“Hot and cold, sweaty, but it’s icy sweat.

I feel it on the back of my neck.” Brianna moaned when Tino licked her neck in response.

She dipped her head lower, giving him better access.

“My face is on fire, but I feel it in my stomach, too. I feel it everywhere.” She closed her eyes, trying very hard to find a way to describe the strange mixture of embarrassment and desire.

It felt like every nerve ending in her body was electric.

She was high-strung and hyperaware of every touch.

“I’m just here,” she whispered, still fighting to sort out her thoughts past the haze of pleasure and shame.

“That’s the only place I am. Right here with you. I can’t think about anything else.”

“So, it’s like fear,” Tino mused, making it obvious he was trying to understand. “When it’s fight or die. You’re just stuck in the moment, and it feels like everything’s in slow motion.”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “It’s not like fear, it is fear. That’s what it is.”

“No, it’s not. You just think it is. Fear is when you’re in danger, but you’re not in danger.

Look at who’s wrapped around you, protecting you.

No one’s touching you,” Tino whispered into her hair, his breath hot against her neck.

“You’re my goddess. My queen. I’d do anything for you.

I’d blow apart armies for you. I’d move fucking mountains for you and you know it. You’re safe. It’s not fear, baby.”

“No, I-I guess it’s not,” she stuttered, not doubting her safety for one moment because she believed him without thought.

He was still fingering her, pushing against that sensitive place inside her over and over again, forcing the pleasure to build until the throb of it started to erase the other feelings.

“I don’t know what it is, then. I can’t t-think. ”

“It’s an adrenaline rush,” Tino went on, like he figured out exactly what it was. “It’s a high. This shit gets people off. Big time. Feel it for both of us. Get off on it for me.”

Brianna let out a shuddering moan, giving in to the rush Tino would never be able to feel. She reached behind her and fisted Tino’s hair, holding him to her, needing the anchor when she gave up doing anything other than feeling what he was forcing her to feel.

She pressed her face against the bulge of Tino’s bicep, breathing him in, being there with him.

She tightened her hold on his hair because giving in to the pleasure made the pulse of it a thousand times more intense.

She bit at the sleeve of his shirt, trying to hide her gasps when the bliss welled up and started washing over her with startling intensity.

She ended up pushing against his hand, shamelessly, fighting for the climax.

She cried out when it slammed into her. Then she bit into the meaty muscle of his bicep.

She couldn’t help herself, and Tino groaned because he usually liked the hurt.

He stroked her faster, extending the pleasure that surged through her body, blinding when she was so trapped in the moment, still hyperaware of the laughter drifting up from the stairway and the girls somewhere farther down the hallway.

Maybe they were watching, or maybe they had moved on.