Page 7 of The Enforcer’s Revenge (Untamed Hearts #4)

It didn’t matter; the climax stole everything, including the shame.

When it finally started to pass, Brianna felt herself losing her footing, which was not common when her entire life revolved around poise and balance.

Tino caught her like he promised he would.

Too quick for her to process when she was still dizzy, he wrapped one arm around her waist and turned the knob.

Once they were in the room, Tino kicked the door shut. Then they were both lost, heavy, weighted with lust. The tile was cold against her knees, harsh and unforgiving when she fell hard enough that it hurt.

“I’m sorry,” Tino panted as he pulled at her top, forcing it over her head and taking her mask with it. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.”

He was chanting it, and Brianna knew why.

It wasn’t about her bruised knees, but in the same breathless rush, she was saying, “It’s okay.

It’s okay, baby. It’s okay,” even as he ripped the clothes off her until she was on her hands and knees in nothing but her very expensive dancer heels that were designed to stay where they were.

She gasped when he fisted her hair, pulling her head back, but still she said, “It’s okay,” as she bowed into his hold rather than fight it.

She was still right there with him, fully in the present as he pulled her hair with one hand and undid the button of his jeans with the other.

She shuddered at the sound of his zipper being lowered.

In the next moment, he was over her. She was still wet, so very sensitive, and she moaned at the feel of him rubbing his cock down the seam of her pussy.

She knew it was coming, but she still cried out when he pushed in and took her hard.

Tino was so thick that the friction was impossible to avoid, but she gave in to the tremor of pleasure it caused rather than freeze at its harshness. If she could let him get her off in the hallway in front of anyone walking by, she could let him fuck her mean on the cold tile.

It wasn’t like this was the first time she had him chanting, “I’m sorry,” against the back of her neck because he knew it was going to be rough.

It’d been like this from the beginning when Tino finally gave in to his demons and took what she’d been offering since they were sixteen.

It was harsh, almost violent, but everything in their world was like that, and she honestly wouldn’t know what to do with a man who didn’t fuck with the unforgiving passion Tino harnessed.

It felt right to her, the crushing, hard-driving sea of lust that swelled up and drowned both of them until Tino was taking her like an animal on her hands and knees.

He groaned as he forced her head to the side and bit her shoulder. Then he started thrusting hard and fast, making it impossible for her to fully catch her breath under the assault of pleasure.

She didn’t even try.

Like in the hallway, she just let herself feel it instead. She wasn’t quiet about it either. Her gasps got louder and louder, all the while she savored the sounds Tino was making, those low, sexy grunts of male pleasure that escaped him.

She came too easily the second time, free falling, wild and unrestrained. Tino followed her a few seconds later, those powerful muscles seizing, his grip on her hair tightening as he shuddered behind her.

She’d been dancing all night and was still riding high from the first orgasm. Brianna wasn’t as strong as she usually was. She collapsed under him when the pleasure started to wane. Tino followed her, making it obvious he wanted to stay in her.

Brianna pressed her cheek against the tile and tried to suck oxygen into her lungs with most of Tino’s weight over her.

He started dropping heated, breathless kisses against her shoulder, down her arm, with his cock still thick and semi-hard in her.

Then he licked at her armpit, and this was usually the point when she would try to shove him away and tell him to stop being gross.

Then he’d hold her down and do it anyway until she was too weak with lust to stop him.

This time, she was already too weak.

So she just let him have his way with her, tasting the salty tang of adrenaline bleeding from her pores.

It was easier to help him along than to play a game that was pointless anyway.

She found herself wrapping her hair around her hand, holding it up so he could lick at the sweat on the back of her neck.

When he did finally pull out of her, it was only to drag his tongue down the line of her spine, moving lower, and typically, Brianna would close her legs and tell him something was definitely wrong with him because they both knew where this was going.

Normal men wouldn’t want to lick her all over like Tino did, but she didn’t want a normal man.

She just wanted Tino. So, she fisted his hair, pushing him lower, savoring his groan that was nothing short of pure, unadulterated lust and indulgence.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he moaned against the curve of her back. “You want me to lick it?”

“Yeah, lick it,” she urged him on and confessed for the first time, “I like it.”

She could feel his smile pressed against her left ass cheek. “I knew you did.”

“You’ve corrupted me,” she admitted.

Then she spread her thighs for him, leaving herself completely exposed to whatever got him off because it got her off, too. Neither of them was normal, and Brianna was too turned on to deny it.