Page 11 of The Mafia Assassin’s Redemption (Mafia Obsession #2)

Harry drinks in the scarred flesh that is now covered by a sleeve tattoo of never-ending knots and bloodied swords. Ironically, the spot where she shot me was right in the center of a shamrock tattoo that matched Shiv’s.

For a while, I considered it a penance.

I’ve added more ink since then to blur the memories that assault me every time I look at it. Now there are two more Celtic crosses, one on my inner wrist and a giant one with a green center on my back. The intricate designs scream war and death and whatever waits for me beyond.

She absently reaches out to touch the old, old wound.

“I wear it to remind me of you, Harry.”

And she flinches.

Her eyes catch on a tattoo of a warrior slaying a man. I’m not sure which one is the villain or the victim, even now.

But her eyes are heavy and hot on my skin. It’s like being touched.

“You just woke the beast like you wanted.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t want anything but you gone from my life.”

“You want me and you hate that you do.” I grab the heavy cross around her neck and pull. The chain is old and weak, and so is the clasp. It breaks and I let it clatter to the ground, then wait.

She doesn’t disappoint.

Harry shoves me and tries to run for the door, but I grab her by the waist and pull her back.

“Idiot,” I snarl against her ear. “You can’t go out there. Remember, you do what I say?—”

“I’m not yours to boss around.”

“You are. That ceremony said so.” I pull her tight against me so she can feel my erection.

“It’s not done.” Her cry is wild, desperate. “We haven’t had sex. And it wouldn’t matter if we did. I’m… I’m not a virgin.”

I laugh and drag her, half lifting her to the bed, and throw her down in the center.

“You’re so fucking virginal I bet you’ve never touched a man.”

Her lips press together as she gauges the situation. Then she flops back. “Fine, rape me. Go on.”

Shit, this is good fucking craic . The air between us is so sexually charged that I could get a severe electric shock from it.

I hover over her. “I’m going to have you, but it won’t be rape.”

“That’s what against my will means, and my will’s against you.”

“Maybe so, but your will’s also panting with the rest of you for my cock.”

I rise up to my knees, pull off my belt, flick it in the air, then snap it so it’s looped.

Her eyes get big and glassy.

She can’t look away.

But I’m not ready for that. Yet.

I toss it next to me and rip the old nightgown down the front in two, exposing her.

Oh. Fuck. She’s hot.

Her delicate skin, unmarked and pure—unlike mine—shows her netting of faint blue veins. It looks soft and smooth, like something I want to lick and suck and explore.

I drag in a ragged breath.

Slight abs, a pinched waist, a soft flare to her hips. I take in her tits with their tight, pointy nipples. They’re big, perky, and begging to be touched.

Just like the rest of her.

Pure fucking perfection.

I drop my gaze to her panties.

The see-through lace that sticks to her pussy leaves nothing to the imagination. The softest-looking dark-blond hair is trimmed around her full lips. Her slit peeks through the wet lace.

Oh yeah, she fucking wants me.

“Do it.” Her words are pushed through clenched teeth and I laugh softly, lowering myself to my knees .

I’m going to spank her, whip her into a frenzy, and shut down the frantic part of her brain so the only thing that’s worked up is her appetite for pleasure and pleasing.

But not yet.

First, I’m going to torment her a bit. I trace a finger up the inside of one thigh and then the next, stopping before I get too close to her slick lips.

Harry breathes in sharply. “What… what are you doing? This isn’t?—”

“You’re an expert.”

“I’m not a virgin,” she growls, trying to pull her legs together. But I don’t let her. After all, she offered herself to me.

Her lie sings in the air, sweet and full in its obviousness. No experienced woman would ever fucking ask what I was doing if she had an inkling.

I press her thighs down to the mattress with a light touch and this time, I explore the juncture of her thighs with my mouth, licking up her slightly salty and wildly satisfying juices, edging along the line of her panties.

Christ, I’m so fucking hard I want to jack off. While she watches.

I run my tongue over her upper inner thigh, right at the panty line, and I nudge it a little. Her gasp and shuddering moan are sounds that are going straight to my highlight reel. And then I close my mouth over her lace-covered clit and blow out a breath.

Her body stiffens and a little cry pierces the air.

She’s so fucking ready.

I rise up and sit on the bed. Then I roll her onto my lap and run a hand over the velvet softness of her ass.

“Torin, what… Is this how?—?”

“No one’s that innocent. You said you know how it’s done. ”

She tries to wiggle free but I hold her, drawing light patterns on her ass cheeks with my fingertips.

“I do. I was asking if this is how you do it.”

Fuck, she’s funny. “Uh-huh.”

“I’m not a virgin and?—”

“You’re a virgin.” I lean over her and whisper, “I know. I watch you.”

That silences her and she goes still a moment. “Pervert.”

“It’s a perk of saving you,” I say, running a finger dangerously low on her ass. “It’s better if you don’t tense.”

She immediately tenses. “Why?”

“It hurts less.”

“W-what hurts less?”

I pick up the belt. And I bring it down on her ass.

Harriet screams, and the beautiful sound shatters my eardrums and makes my cock swell against her.

“This.”