Page 47 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption-

His tongue slides over my pussy.

I can’t help the whimper that breaks free as he starts to lap and suck and send me spiraling up. But not to heaven. To him.

His cock brushes against my leg as he licks inside me, a rhythmic move that undoes me more. Sensations flood each and every one of my senses. He unleashes rivers of things I don’t know what to do with and plunges me deep into another world, one where everything is agonizing pleasure.

Torin’s tongue is soft and talented. I tremble at his delicious invasion, but an inkling in my brain tells me that this is nothing more than an amuse-bouche.

And I can’t wait for the main course.

He withdraws, licking along the folds of my inner lips, my pussy aching for more.

He pushes fingers in me—two, maybe three—as he starts to lick and suck at my clit.

It’s too much. I’m shattering, squealing, my hips pulling back, and I fight a losing battle against the ties. My legsstart to drift closed, but something heavy falls on one and he continues his onslaught.

It’s like the beating all over again, too much, too much and suddenly a burst of bright pleasure explodes. Not nearly enough, though. There’s more to come, I can feel it in my bones—a bigger, better orgasm… one that might just finish the job he didn’t years ago.

Inside, his fingers are deep, so deep it’s like he’s reached my soul. Waves of pleasure wash over me, my body shaking uncontrollably. He rises over me. Something big—his cock—presses at my slit and his mouth finds mine again as he thrusts into me, a sharp shock and stretch that stings and burns. It hurts and I clench my muscles, his mouth swallowing my scream.

Then he hits deep, so deep it’s like I don’t know where he ends and I begin. My walls stretch around his cock as it pulsates inside me, and his balls slap against my flesh. He breaks the kiss, rising up on his hands, blue eyes dark, intense, and locked on mine as he starts to move.

They’re long, hard, deep strokes and I’m lost in them. In him. His movements grow in intensity, borderline too much. There’s nothing slow or delicate about this, nothing like in movies. This is real. So real. Too real. But all I can focus on is the constant flow of him into me, stretching and clinging as he pushes in and withdraws.

I’m already nearly over the edge from his mouth fucking. He draws my legs up, eyes still on mine, then grasps my thigh tight.

Then he starts to fuck me. Hard.

I can’t breathe. It’s too rough, and yet it’s what I crave, what I need. He brings things inside of me to life, things I didn’t know existed. All at once, I’m a roaring wild thing and a pet to be pleasured for her master.

I move with him, our bodies slick with sweat, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sin. His cock jerks inside of me and he slams so deep, a choked cry shatters the air. Another orgasm pushes me back into another crushing wave. My body spasms, milking him as it hits me from all angles, deep inside, beyond my clit.

At that moment, I don’t care who or what he is. I don’t care about anything but this.

He thrusts a couple more times before I feel the spurt of his seed in me.

When it’s done, I’m still floating on a cloud of euphoria, barely noticing him move. At some point, I feel him roll off me and free my arms.

My eyes focus on him. He hovers over me a moment. “Stay there.”

His voice is as thick as mine feels. When he disappears, a shiver chills my sweat-pebbled skin.

I sit up and stare at the sheet under me, horrified at the pool of palest pink that stains the fabric.

I scramble off the bed, almost falling on my ass when I trip in the fuck-me-now shoes.

When he returns, he doesn’t look at me. He just hands me the sparkly dress and then puts his clothes back on.

“Harry, I?—”

He stops, reaching for me. I scuttle backward, horror spreading through me.

I’ve crashed right back into reality with a thump.

“Don’t touch me,” I growl. “Don’t you ever touch me again.”

But he grasps my arm before I can get away and drags me toward him. “Get fucking dressed and act like you enjoyed it as much as we both know you did. You’ll holdmy hand. You’ll kiss me when I tell you to. And then when we go home, you can thank your fucking stars you’re still alive.”

“Only when you’re dead.”