Page 20 of The Mafia Assassin’s Redemption (Mafia Obsession #2)

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Is this why some of the mafia women go back? Is it the magnetic pull, the thrill of power? But those women are scared to death of their men they’re trying to escape. They’re clearly abused. So why… ?

I stop the thought before I can finish it.

“Harry.”

Turning, I lift my gaze to him. “Yes?”

“Hand.”

I put it on him, but he takes it and raises it to his mouth, kissing it. Then he leans in and kisses my lips and then my throat, where his tongue traces a vein, making it throb.

Then he moves to my ear. “I may be loving tonight. Dirty. Filthy. Whatever I do, you act like you love it. And Harry? You’re not to come.”

“What do you mean?” I swallow. Come? Oh… God, is he…? “What do you mean, loving? I can’t pull that off.”

He laughs and sucks on my earlobe. “You can. Just think of when I made you beg for more. Just think what could happen to you if you don’t.”

My breath stops. He’s flirting and threatening me? What even is he?

And why does it make me so goddamn wet?

But he straightens up before I can say or do a thing as we make our way to the first floor.

The car ride to SoHo is silent and tense. Torin is on his phone. He’s focused and it pisses me off that he’s ignoring me. It’s only when I get restless that I realize he’s very good at multitasking because his hand snaps down on my bare thigh, burning my skin with his luscious heat.

He doesn’t look up from the phone. “Don’t fidget. I’m working, and you’re a distraction.”

“Sorry I moved.”

He finishes what he’s doing right as the car pulls up in front of a building with people gathered outside.

“It’s not you moving, per se. You’re just…

distracting.” And his hand squeezes my thigh, making me melt and jump and quiver.

He st icks his phone in his pocket and kisses me so hard my head spins.

I’m still coming up for air when he opens the door and gets out. He holds out his hand. I take it and he pulls me toward him. “That’s better. You look the part now.”

Fury sweeps me and I dig my nails into his hand as we walk into an exclusive bar of low lights and well-dressed people.

My legs shake as I realize half of them are the kind of people I keep away from. Mafia. The underworld. Criminals. Thank goodness I don’t recognize any women, but I do recognize some of the men.

Not because I know them personally, but from my work with the church. I store their photos as part of my research when helping the abused women. I like to put faces to names.

Although now… as Torin’s unwilling bride, I can no longer be the first contact point in our network. I’ll have to do something else. Or?—

“Focus,” he says as he greets a few people.

Torin’s not exactly rude, but he’s definitely not working the charming end of his Irish nature, either. He leads me to a booth and sits us down, arm slung around my waist.

He orders drinks and then nuzzles my throat, and my God, it’d be easy to pretend he’s not who he is and to just drown in all the sudden pleasure and attention.

His fingers dance over my thigh, light touches that spark a thousand fires within. And I feel myself sliding back down into that same place I was when he took my virginity on our wedding night, when my entire world was just him. And I was a vessel for his whims.

“Torin…”

I feel sick .

“Torin, stop.”

He’s stroking over my panties now. I gasp for air, trying to settle this earthquake rumbling within me.

I grab his hand to stop him. And to my shock, he does.

“I need to breathe. I need…”

“Me?”

Yes. That’s the problem… I need him to keep going. I hate myself for wanting to lose myself in him and I try and ground myself. With a hitched breath, I look around, my eyes latching on to the three other Murphy brothers at the bar, and Lucie who’s the happiest mafia woman I’ve ever met.

I don’t want this. I don’t.

Do I?

“The lovebirds.” This time the nausea turns into utter dread as I look up . Salvatore . “So guess what? Someone tried to shoot me on my way to the gym today. Was it your doing?” He looks at Torin. Then at me. “Or yours?”

He leans down, his face twisting into a grimace. “But why would a little church mouse nobody, someone who’s met with my now-dead wife, do that? So, Murphy, back to you. You’re aware that trying to kill me voids the blood marriage?”

Torin strokes me again, slipping a finger beneath the edge of my panties and making heat rush back to all my extremities as I suddenly lock my attention on what he’s doing, and not on the fact that Salvatore pretty much just told me he had his wife killed.

“If I wanted to kill you, Ricci, you’d already be dead. I’ve got no beef with you, other than the fact that you put a hit on my lovely bride.” He pushes a finger into me and I bite down on my lip, trying to stop the moan from breaking through my lips.

Salvatore watches me like he knows what’s happening under the table, and the feel of Torin’s finger thrusting into me, rubbing all kinds of sensitive things, is so good I’m finding it really hard to care.

“I called that off. As per the blood marriage. And who knows, maybe our families can do business.”

“Maybe, but it’d be Callahan you’d talk to about that. I’m here with my bride and she’s a hungry little thing.” He turns to me and, using his finger, strokes me in a come-hither fashion and I slide closer, eager for more. “See? She wants me.”

Oh shit. I think he wants me to… what? Come? No. He said I couldn’t do that, and he’s also making that so hard not to do. Does he want me to kiss him?

I grab his face and pull him toward me, telling myself I don’t want this, and at the same time, knowing I might die if I don’t taste him. It doesn’t make sense and right now, I don’t know if it has to.

Our lips meet and the world around us stops existing as he starts fucking me with his finger and tongue in unison. It isn’t long until I’m ready to combust.

He deepens the kiss and we’re lost. Or at least I am. The kisses are romantic and soul gouging. And when I start to clench around his finger, my pussy throbbing as desire and pleasure build to the bursting point, he removes his hand and breaks the kiss.

I reel in my seat, head spinning. And when I look up, Salvatore’s gone.

Torin smirks. “Good job, Harry. Keep acting like you want it. I’d give you a B-plus for that performance. Hungry?”

My entire world crumbles.

He’s worse than a demon.

He’s a monstrous man. Mafia through and through.

I’m never letting him touch me again.