Page 119 of The Mafia Enforcer's Temptation

“Sweet thing.”

Ava freezes. “You don’t get to call me that any longer.”

I stalk over to her and spin her toward me as she attempts to point the gun at my chest. I slam it into the wall before she has a chance to pull the trigger.

She doesn’t let go of it.

Of course she fucking doesn’t.

This is Ava.

My match.

“You need to fucking calm down and listen to me.”

“No, I need to shoot you. That’s what I need to do. What I should’ve done the other times I had a chance.”

The pulse in her wrist races beneath my fingers and I peel her fingers from the gun handle, letting it clatter on the ground. “Tell me how much you hate me. How you blame me for your cousin, for Paddy, for everything.”

Her breath is uneven now, and even though timing sucks, I’m getting aroused from the way she moves, the way she pushes back into me.

“I never blamed you for Paddy,” she hisses. “And I stopped blaming you for Stan ages ago.”

I cup her chin in my hand and force her to look at me.

“Then what is it you blame me for?”

I know the answer. She blames me for what happened inside. My destruction of her dreams. It doesn’t matter that I did it to protect her, to draw Hanlon out.

“For almost,almostgetting me to care, Seamus. For making me want to trust you. I’m a fool.”

“And so the fuck am I. Look at you, playing the victim, hiding things from me.”

She launches herself at me, kissing me hard, her nails digging into my flesh beneath my shirt, on my neck, and I rip her skirt up, shredding the lace of her panties with my fingers.

Fuck, fuck, she’s so goddamned wet, I need her on her knees. I need to worship at her altar.

She pulls her mouth free and shoves me across the cobblestones and into the other wall. I haul her up into my arms, kissing her, biting her lip, and sucking the blood. Her moan is every fucking fantasy brought to life.

Ava kisses me back, biting, licking, a gorgeous, vicious monster of lust. And I can’t get enough. I manage to unzip my pants and turn, slamming us both in the wall as I lift her and impale her cunt with my cock, the tight flesh stretching, hot and slick around me.

I want to ruin her dress. Ruin her. Make it so no man would ever dare touch her. They’d know with one look she’s mine and mine alone.

I plant my hand on the wall and keep one under her ass as I make her ride my cock. She locks her ankles and pulls at myhair, jerking my head back so she can spit fire at me with those mesmerizing eyes.

“You are a cunt,” she says.

And my cock twitches.

“I want to spend my days torturing you,” I say back.

She moans and bites my throat.

“Keep you on the edge of exquisite pleasure and never letting you have it.”

“I’ll make you bleed and take it anyway.”

We’re combusting. I force her down harder on my cock, my entire body a symphony of need and desire, a vicious beat of violent want.