Page 92 of The Mafia Enforcer's Temptation

“Maybe you should. Maybe it’ll help you grow some sense of humanity.”

“You’re one to talk. You know why I hate you?”

I pull her into the shower, hot water beating down on us. Then I cage her in, her back against the tile wall. I look down at Ava. “Don’t tell me. You still think I killed your cousin. Boring.”

“Did you?” Her hands fist on my chest, and my cock’s hard in my soaked boxers.

She doesn’t think I did it, and I really don’t think she truly cares. She’s all about her fucking bratva. Money. Power. It could be me if I wasn’t a Murphy.

“You know I didn’t. I don’t give a fuck about a dead guy I’ve never met.” I glare at her, the urge to fuck her hard almost overpowering. “You didn’t care about a relative you hardly knew. But I think the absolute number one reason you hate me is because I see you.”

She goes still. “And why do you hate me?”

“Because I know you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, sweet thing,” I say, “I do. Greedy, cold, ambitious, and good at spinning tales to make yourself feel better.”

“Fuck. You.”

Now I grin. “I think I might.”

I kiss her long, hard, slow. A kiss that unspools heat and anger and darkness. But under the undulating seduction is a clawing need and she tugs at my boxer briefs.

Like I need another warning. I lift her and carry her from the shower to the sink and I sit her on the counter, pushing her back so I have access to that sweet fucking cunt. And I thrust in.

Ava wraps around me tight, launching off the counter and onto my cock so she can rise and sink at her will.

It’s frenetic, wild. The intensity rocks me and I slam us into the glass wall of the shower.

It’s not enough. Not the drag of my piercings in her cunt, not how she rides me with need. I want to dominate. Own her.

The steam swirls and I pull her off me, push her back on the sink vanity, and this time, it’s face-first. Her ass is in the air.

For a moment I waver, maybe I need her mouth. But no. I part her ass cheeks and push into her, making her jump and shudder and moan. Her gaze meets mine. The fury ticks higher,blurred at the edges by her desire, the pleasure she’s taking from my actions.

I fuck her ass hard. Slamming in balls deep, pulling out to the tip of my dick and back in.

She’s so tight and stretchy which allows me to go that deep. With each thrust, I whisper in my head, “Mine.”

With each thrust, my needs grow.

The drag on my piercings is almost unbearable, and an electric wave of desire and pleasure tinged with an equally unbearable ache and urge for release grips me. And Ava is rocking me hard, rocking herself on the edge of the counter, and she gasps and moans as the deep waves of her orgasm hit, massaging me, the ripples and clenches from deep inside setting me off, and I fuck her harder.

Then with a cry, I come deep inside of her.

My whole body shudders, shakes, and my vision blurs as the expansive release and tingling pleasure spreads through me. I half collapse on her but manage to pull out and partially turn her, carrying her back under the water in the shower.

And I know I’m going to want to fuck her again before this night is over.

“Fucking concentrate,” Cal mutters as he passes me the ball at the pickup basketball game we have. Our shirts are off, Tom C.’s team is on fire today and Callahan, a better player than me, is getting annoyed.

He wants to win.

We all do.

Winning is in our blood.