Page 28 of Toxic Revenge, Part Two (Mafia Omegas #2)

Chapter

Twenty-Six

TALIA

I hadn’t expected the belt.

Sure, I’d known he was wearing one, but I hadn’t thought he would fold it over in his hands and use it to spank me.

Not that I was complaining. But I might have been a little less bratty if I’d realized he’d be using more than just his hands to discipline me. I still had to put my dress back on and sneak through a few more backyards after this.

The belt came down hard on the backs of my thighs again and I yelped. My fingers clasped each other desperately as I tried my best to keep them behind my back, my cheek resting on the flat lounger.

West’s wet hand caressed my skin to soothe the burn. His fingers dipped between my legs, teasing up my inner thighs as I spread them wide for him.

“So needy. Your pussy is begging for me, but we’re just getting started.”

He brought it down a few more times, and each of my shouts were louder than the last. The impact of the belt on my wet skin kept me teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain. My pussy throbbed, and my cheeks heated more with every strike, until I started to squirm.

That was when he gave me a break and I relaxed, my body going limp. My hands were sweating from the humidity and pleasure-pain. Keeping them clasped behind my back was increasingly close to impossible.

I couldn’t give up. I believed him when he said he would get me back into my clothes without soothing the ache in my core.

West crouched beside me and brushed a wet strand of hair from my face. “How was that?”

“I can handle it,” I promised, readjusting my arms behind my back.

“That wasn’t the question. I asked how it was, not if you could handle it.”

When I shifted awkwardly again, trying to get a better grip with my hands, he tapped my forearm. “You can drop your arms while you answer, little omega.”

I let them down with a small sigh of relief and propped myself up on my forearms. “The belt hurts a lot more than anything else I’ve been spanked with.”

Mercer had used a paddle, but the pain hadn’t been as targeted as the belt was. The experience was different—though not in a bad way.

“I’ll stick to just my hands then,” West promised, starting to push himself to standing.

“No, wait.” I grabbed his arm with a shake of my head. “I like it.”

He paused, taking my hand in his and kissing my palm. “If that’s the case, tell me what safe word you used with the others.”

“Watermelon.”

“I’ll be careful with you, but use the safe word if I go too far.”

I stopped him from standing once again, leaning forward to claim his lips in a kiss. God, I loved these men. We fit together like we were made for each other—they should have been my scent matches. My mates from the start.

And of course, our bedroom compatibility was only the tip of the iceberg.

Or, uh, pool room compatibility? There wasn’t a bed in sight.

He pulled back from the kiss before I could get too into it and helped me get both hands behind my back again. It was easier to hold them there after taking a break, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was straining.

It was part of his torture to make me do it, but I wouldn’t complain.

I needed to feel him inside me before we were done.

“Count each strike for me,” West ordered.

He followed it up with a single spank with the belt.

I gasped. “One.”

The next hit was harder, landing right beneath the curve of my ass. “Two.”

West kept a steady pace, varying the intensity. My pussy clenched on nothing, aching, and it got more difficult to keep up with the counting.

“Ten,” I whimpered.

“Wrong, little omega. That was nine.”

I wanted to argue. There was no way I’d miscounted. But my brain was scrambled, and it was all I could do to gasp out number after number, keeping my hands clasped. Maybe I was wrong.

Either way, I didn’t have the energy to argue. “Nine.”

West chuckled huskily. “Good girl.”

He whipped the belt down once more, and I felt a gush of slick drench the pool lounger. My body was desperate for him. I wanted to beg for his cock, but I could barely speak and apparently couldn’t count.

“Ten.”

“Count out five more for me, and I’ll sink my cock into your pretty little pussy, alright?”

“Please, West.”

“Five more. Start from one.”

The first hit was from his hand, the sensation wholly different from the belt’s harsh rap. I counted. He spanked me again, the belt hitting the back of my thighs. That was two.

Tears beaded in my eyes, the pleasure and pain reaching a tipping point. I needed more pleasure to balance the pain. Like he could read my mind, West plunged two fingers inside me and curled them to rub the perfect spot.

I screamed as he spanked me again, barely managing to croak out, “Three.”

He fucked me with his fingers, my dripping core building rapidly to an orgasm. The belt came down twice more in rapid succession. Whimpering, I tried to fuck back on his fingers, chasing my release, but he growled. “Count, Talia.”

“Four, five,” I sobbed.

Pulling his fingers out of me, he let his belt clatter down onto the tile. He grabbed my hips, lifting them. Straddling the lounge chair, he shoved his massive cock deep into my pussy, his knot rubbing my clit when he was fully seated.

I fell apart around him, screaming and shuddering. He used one hand to grab my hands, keeping them behind my back, the other holding my hip so he could pound into me. I was a mess, dripping from where we joined, our bodies making a wet smacking sound with every thrust.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take what he wanted to give me. He went so deep it almost hurt, so fast I could barely fucking think. Another orgasm started building in the aftershocks of the first.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long,” West groaned. “All your fucking teasing.”

“Me either. You’re going to make me?—”

I choked on my words when my climax hit me like a freight train. My pussy clenched down on his cock while the rest of me melted boneless into the lounge chair.

West’s thrusts stalled, his cock pulsing as he released inside me. He stayed buried in me, breathing heavily, until I let out a weak little whimper. Then he released my arms and pulled out slowly. His cum spilled down my thighs.

“Are you OK, little omega?” He rubbed his palm soothingly across my ass, letting my hips fall to lay flat again.

“S’good. Oh my…” My mumbled, barely intelligible words ended with a giant yawn.

West laughed. “You can’t sleep yet. Come on, sit up.” He helped me upright, my butt cheeks sore where they pressed to the rough lounger fabric. “Let’s get your dress and shoes back on. You’re the one who insisted I fuck you here instead of waiting until we got back.”

I yawned again. Why did I do that? God, I needed a nap after being absolutely ruined like that.

My legs were too shaky to stand on my own. West slipped my legs into the dress, then helped me stand so he could work it up over my hips. I collapsed back down while he zipped it up.

He put his clothes on next. His boxer briefs went on easily enough, but the wet jeans? It was funny enough that it helped me shake off some of the sleepiness. I watched him curse the universe and the pool as he dragged them painstakingly up his legs.

He shoved his t-shirt into the waistband of his pants instead of putting it back on, and tied his jacket around his waist. I admired his bare chest and the way his muscles looked as he put on his boots first, then my heels.

By the time he was done, I felt stable enough to stand on my own. Brushing down the front of my dress, I looked back at the lounger.

It was soaked.

And most of it wasn’t water.

“I feel like we need to leave an apology note and some cash for the cleaning bill,” I said.

West rolled his eyes. “They’re rich enough to cover it, I’m sure. Probably just buy a whole new chair anyway.”

He had a point, and I didn’t have any cash on me. Mercer had taken my purse and shoved it into his heist bag before I climbed from the balcony, so I didn’t have much of anything.

“I’m sure they’ll install cameras after this, too.”

Looking around to make sure we had everything we’d come in with, West shrugged. “Or not. Why weren’t there cameras in here already? My bet is someone in this multi-million dollar mansion likes to fuck by their private pool and doesn’t want their security team watching.”

That was a good point.

Or maybe, there were hidden cameras and we’d given some security guy a really good show.

“Maybe we should head out before someone comes in to check on the screaming,” I said awkwardly.

He snorted. “If there was someone close enough to hear the screaming, we would have been caught ages ago. You’re not quiet, little omega. But yeah, let’s go before Mercer and Conrad get too worried about you.”

His hand clasped mine, keeping me behind him as we headed toward the door we’d come in from. Before opening it, he paused.

“Do your best to stay on your feet, sweetheart. I don’t plan on carrying you if your legs give out.”

I went red, placing my free hand on my trembling thigh. “I’m fine!”

He lifted an eyebrow at me, a smirk curving his lips. “If you say so.”

Then he opened the door and led me back out into the cold, dark evening.

For the record, I totally managed to stay on my feet, but he would have caved and carried me if I hadn’t.