Page 27 of Toxic Revenge, Part Two (Mafia Omegas #2)

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Twenty-Five

WEST

I came up gasping for air to find her doubled over beside the pool, laughing her ass off.

She wanted me to fuck her that badly?

So be it.

She’d get her punishment before she got a hint of pleasure from me, though.

Talia was stunning; the way that red dress clung to her curves had been taunting me all night. I’d planned to peel it off her immediately upon returning. Now that I’d gotten a taste of my omega, I didn’t want to stop touching her for a goddamn second.

I’d had self control. I was trying to keep her safe, to make sure that we were somewhere comfortable for her. Not beside some random pool while breaking and entering.

All my self control was gone now, and it seemed she wanted it that way.

I rubbed a hand down my face, treading water in the deep end. My boots were heavy weights trying to drag me down to the bottom, so I pushed over to the edge and held on while I yanked them off. They splashed water onto the hem of her dress when they hit the pristine tile of the pool deck.

Her hysterical laughter turned to snickers as she smirked down at me. “How’s the water?”

My eyebrow quirked. I shed my black leather jacket next, tossing it into the puddle forming around my boots. Lust flashed in the depths of her eyes, but she stayed far enough from the edge that I couldn’t pull her in with me.

She had to know that wasn’t going to do any good.

“Take off your dress, little omega,” I commanded.

Talia took another step back, coming up beside a cushioned pool lounger. It was far enough from the lit pool that her face was draped in shadows, but I saw the shake of her head. “No way.”

“I get the sense chlorine wouldn’t be good for whatever expensive fabric that’s made of,” I said. “So take it off.”

“I’m not going in there.”

“If you didn’t want to get wet, you shouldn’t have pushed me in.”

She released a delicate snort. “Didn’t think you’d actually fall.”

Sure she fucking didn’t.

The little minx had set me up for this, getting me off guard while I was focused on trying to lead her away.

A growl rumbled from my chest as I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up and off, leaving me bare-chested in the pool. Talia’s scent was covered by the scent-blockers we’d used for the heist, but I saw her clench her thighs together as I stripped down.

It was getting to her.

This was exactly what she wanted, and I was officially too weak to resist. And she was right about the cameras—there didn’t seem to be any in this building. Hopefully we were right, or a security team somewhere would end up getting a show.

“You have five seconds to start stripping, or I’m going to carry you in fully clothed.”

She hesitated, narrowed eyes searching for a hint on whether or not I would follow through. It was my turn to smirk. Cute of her to doubt me.

Talia was coming in here with me one way or another, because I wanted to know what her wet skin would feel like sliding against mine.

“Five…” I drew out the word. “Four…”

At three she reached around her back and tried to grab the zipper that cinched her into the dress. I pushed up to sit on the edge of the pool.

These jeans would take forever to dry. My phone may or may not have survived. My gun was definitely fucked. I took everything from my pockets and tossed it onto the lounger beside Talia, then got to my feet.

“I have two more seconds.” She glared at me, her fumbling not getting her far.

If we went by actual time, she really didn’t. But I had stopped my countdown, and I wasn’t going to throw her in clothed unless she forced me. A dress like that didn’t deserve it.

She stiffened as I approached her, but didn’t try to move away. My alpha side forced a purr—because as much as I loved a game of chase, I was happier to know she wouldn’t make me. My omega stayed put, waiting for me.

I didn’t get too close, careful not to drench the hem of the dress.

Gently, I guided her to turn away from me, and her hands dropped to her sides.

The tiny metal zipper was hidden among the red satin fabric.

I ran my fingertips along her spine, leaving a damp trail behind on her soft skin, and she shivered.

The scent blockers weren’t strong enough to hide all of her cranberry rose scent now; not with the extent of her arousal. I wanted the chemical hint to vanish entirely so I could have the scent of her at full power. It was enough to drive me fucking insane.

Touching her did its job, drying my fingertips enough for me to grab the zipper and drag it down one painstaking inch at a time. She expectedly didn’t wear a bra beneath the dress, but I groaned when I discovered she wasn’t wearing panties either.

As the satin slid down her body to land in a pile on the pool deck, I watched slick slide down her inner thighs.

“Jesus fucking Christ, little omega. How long have you been dripping for me?”

“How long do you think?”

I slapped her bare ass and she yelped.

“Don’t give me a sassy answer, Talia.”

She leaned forward, ever so slightly, and I took the invitation to spank her again. Her moan echoed around the pool room, her body asking for more, but I stopped there. Giving her what she wanted too soon would only ruin the fun.

Part of me knew I should rush us and shouldn’t draw it out—we weren’t supposed to be here—but she wanted me to have my fun with her. And considering it was mostly safe in this pool enclosure, far from the main house, I couldn’t let her down.

“I’ve been dripping for you since you stood in front of me in the storage room to keep me safe,” Talia whispered. “I love it when you protect me, West. As annoying as it is sometimes.”

I spun her around to face me, scanning down her naked body. Her bruises and scrapes were healing, the physical evidence of her previous trauma growing fainter by the day. All but the ragged bondmark he’d left on her neck, on display for the first time tonight.

That would stay visible forever, no matter what happened in the future.

I wished I could eliminate that reminder, heal it for her. I couldn’t, but if she wanted a distraction tonight, I could give her that.

“And I love when you’re a brat, as much as I hate to admit it.” I leaned forward to brush our lips together.

Then I swept her princess-style into my arms and jumped right back into the pool.

She gasped as we came up for air, clinging to me. Her updo was drenched, the loose strands sticking to her face. “You actually tossed me in the pool!” She sounded absolutely scandalized.

“I didn’t toss you,” I corrected. “I carried you in with me. Did you think I was kidding?”

“Yes.” She pouted.

“Remember, you pushed me in first. It’s only fair. And…” I swam us back to the edge of the pool, pushing her back against it. “I needed to know what you felt like wet.”

Her cheeks flushed, legs coming up to wrap around my waist. Her bare pussy slid across my abs below the water. If we’d been on dry land, she would have drenched me with slick.

“Now you know,” she murmured, leaning forward to rest her forehead against mine.

“I do,” I agreed. “Looks like we can head back to the Residence now. My curiosity is sated.”

“Mine isn’t.” She crashed our lips together in a frantic kiss.

I let her lead for a moment, relishing the desperation in the way she touched me. My omega wanted me more than anything else right now, and I would draw this out into a delicious torture for her.

Grabbing her hips, I broke the kiss by hauling her up and out of the water, seating her on the edge of the pool.

Her legs spread around my head, and she immediately reached a hand down to wind through my hair.

Her glistening wet pussy was inches away from my tongue, but she’d been too much of a brat to deserve that yet.

“Go lay on that lounge chair for me,” I commanded. “On your stomach.”

She bit her lip, trying to pull my mouth closer to her core. “But…”

“You coerced me into this, little omega. We’re doing it my way.”

Talia pouted but pushed herself up to stand. I treaded water by the edge of the pool, practically salivating at this view of her while trying not to show how desperate I was. Her wet bare feet padded to the lounge chair, and she sat on the edge.

She looked back at me, but didn’t lay down.

“Did you not hear me?” I asked. “Lay down on your stomach.”

Silently, she shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. I glanced down at her cleavage, licking my lips, then back up to her face.

“Not done being a brat, are you?”

There was a little smirk quirking her lips. She was testing out my limits, trying to figure out how far she could push. I liked it. A lot.

I pulled myself out of the pool. As I stalked over to her, I undid my belt and pulled it from the loops. Her eyes widened when I folded it in half and smacked it against the palm of my hand.

“On your stomach. Now.” With the husky order, I gave her one last chance to comply.

Her sweet scent wafted through the air toward me, no longer obscured by the blockers. Before I could reach her, she’d moved onto the lounge, laying how I wanted her.

Perfect. Her punishment wouldn’t have to be the harshest I could dole out. She’d listened in the end.

“Good girl.” I smacked her ass with the belt as I approached.

I wanted to wrap it around her wrists and bind her arms behind her back, but that was too risky with the possibility of us having to run at any moment. Another time.

“Hold your hands together behind your back, and keep them there,” I ordered. “If you move them, you might not like how this little escapade ends.”

She brought her arms behind her back, clasping her hands together. “How would it end?”

“With me putting your clothes back on you while your pussy is still dripping wet and completely unsatisfied.”

Would it kill me to not sink my cock into her tight cunt after all the teasing she’d put me through?

Absolutely.

But I wasn’t a soft dom who would always give in to what she wanted. There were consequences if she pushed me too far, and now I’d warned her of them in advance. It was up to her to decide if she would listen.

Undoing the button and zipper of my jeans, I started working the wet fabric down my legs. Talia watched intently, her lips parting on a soft gasp when I freed my cock. I was beyond rock hard already, precum dripping from my tip.

My remaining clothes eventually landed in a sopping wet pile on the pool deck, leaving us both completely naked.

In someone else’s pool building.

How the fuck had she talked me into this?

I picked up my belt again, slapping the backs of her thighs with the well-worn leather. She cried out, her perfume intensifying. I was in a cloud of cranberries and roses, but I wasn’t satisfied yet. I wouldn’t be until her slick drenched the waterproof lounger fabric.

When someone ventured out here tomorrow, they were in for a surprise. Oh well.

“Please fuck me,” Talia begged breathlessly.

I chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’ll get my cock if you behave. But only when I’m ready to give it to you.”