Page 11 of Twisted Little Games (New York City Mafia #3)

A shiver races down my spine at the thought of him following me without me knowing for weeks. I look up at the ceiling in my bedroom, wondering if he planted a goddamn camera in here too.

“This is the first time I’ve been in your apartment,” he remarks, knowing exactly what I was searching for.

I feel so exposed, so ashamed and angry, really fucking angry. I throw his phone at him so fast it smacks him in the nose before he can grab it out of the air. “Get out, or I will put a bullet in your goddamn head!” I yell as I use both hands to hold the gun in a stronger grip.

Glaring at me, he rubs the bridge of his nose. “That fucking hurt. And was completely unnecessary.”

“ GET OUT !” I scream loud enough for the entire building to hear.

“Are you gonna dismiss the cases?” He’s still reclined in my bed but with his arms lowered in his lap in case I throw more shit at him.

No.

The word pops into my head because it’s my first instinct to not bend to the pressure.

I knew it wouldn’t be easy to be the District Attorney of New York City, but I was determined to make the city a safer place by locking up the criminals. I swore to myself I’d never take any bribes or do any other shady shit. The guilty should all be treated the same.

“You’re really going to throw your career down the drain for three little gun charges?” the asshole asks. “I mean, you’re obviously a gun owner as well. It’s all about personal safety, right? Why should we be denied that right just because the city says we can’t carry a weapon?”

Dammit.

The choice between my career and letting three cases go…I want to say screw it; I’ll give it up and go into private practice.

But the thought of my parents seeing those videos, of the entire world finding out what I did to a criminal, what I let him do to me, is too shameful.

“Fine,” I grit out.

“Really?” the smug bastard sits up and smirks, causing the sheets to fall to his lap and display the tattoo across his chest and chiseled abs. It should be illegal for evil men to look so good.

“Yes, but only if you get the fuck out, right now!”

“Mmm,” he mutters before he throws the covers off and climbs out of my bed, revealing every bare inch of himself. I try not to glance down, but my eyes lower to the long, hard inches I’m, unfortunately, intimately familiar with already.

He comes to a stop in front me, close enough that there’s only a few inches between us. I hold my ground, refusing to back up a step or show fear which means the muzzle of my gun presses into the center of his chest.

He’s a brave bastard; I’ll give him that. And he’s incredibly aroused by his blackmailing. His erection would be touching me if it wasn’t standing straight up against his abdomen.

“My nose hurts like hell,” he complains.

At his unexpected comment, I glance at his face, having to tilt my head back since he’s seven or eight inches taller than me.

“I’ll leave and delete the videos, after you apologize.”

My back teeth grind together in outrage. I want to refuse, but I also want this son of a bitch out of my apartment as soon as possible. I never want to see him again. I snap, “I’m sorry I threw the phone at your nose.”

“You’re not sorry you hurt me, though, are you?”

“No.”

“And that apology wasn’t even close to convincing. Besides, I didn’t say I wanted a verbal apology…”

“Wh-what…”

“Get on your knees.”

“No fucking way!”

“Get on your knees, and apologize with your mouth, Kirsten, or I’ll send these videos right now.

” When I don’t move, he smugly adds, “What’s the big deal, sweetheart?

It’s not like you haven’t done it before.

And trust me, I know just how much you enjoyed it the first time.

I tasted every drop of your enjoyment. It was literally dripping from you before I touched you. ”

My face flames even hotter in shame, wishing I could take the night back and never had gone to that goddamn club. If Natalie knew it was a setup, she’s going to regret it. “I hate you, you manipulative son of a bitch,” I grit out.

“Good. Now hate me on your knees while choking on my dick.” Holding his phone in one hand, he places the other on the top of my head and applies pressure, trying to push me down to the floor.

I hold his gaze, and he now looks just as furious as I feel for some damn reason. And not the least bit intimidated by the gun still pressed to his sternum.

“You don’t think I’ll shoot you?”

“If you were going to shoot me, you would’ve pulled the trigger by now.”

The cocky asshole. I should do it, blow a hole right through the damn tiger and dragon tattoo on his chest.

But…I can’t.

I can’t put my mouth on him again either. I won’t!

When I continue to hesitate, he lifts the phone in his hands, taps a few times on the device, and then fills the room with the sounds of my screams of pleasure, making me wince.

“I wonder how much of this they’ll actually be able to show on all the news stations.

My guess is not much, just enough for everyone to know you’re a dirty little slut. ”

My palm flies up, connecting with the side of his bearded face before I even realize what I’m doing. Ferraro doesn’t even gasp in shock or look surprised. Instead, he grins and looks…happy.

“I was going to give you the option of pulling off before I finish, but now…now you’re going to swallow every drop of my cum.

” The palm on the top of my head grabs a handful of my hair and painfully tugs it from my scalp, making me cry out.

Leaning down into my face, he snarls, “Kneel. Now, Kirsten.”

Hearing my name, my knees wobble with enough fear that he’s able to push me down to the floor. A warmth grows inside me at the command in his voice, the dominance of his grip. I hate him even more for that than I do for blackmailing me and making me do this.

“If you even think about using your teeth, I’ll send the videos to Creed and Andre,” he warns above me as his fingers move over the phone in his free hand, obviously drafting the text message.

I couldn’t put a bullet in him, so I know I won’t be able to take a chunk out of his dick with my teeth, as much as I wish I could.

Using the painful grip on my hair, he tugs my face forward so that his shaft rams into my nose, no doubt as punishment for me hitting his nose with his phone.

“Open wide,” he orders. “Put the gun down and use both hands. Do it right the first time and I’ll leave. If not, I’ll stay until your belly is full of my cum, and you can take all of me like a retired fucking whore.”

I swallow at the thought of having to do this for hours. The shame is enough now that I wish I’d die right here on the floor.

But my survival instincts kick in. Placing my gun next to me, I reach up to wrap both hands around his long shaft, squeezing tight enough to make him gasp but not enough to hurt the bastard.

After all, he’s not wrong. I’ve done this once before already.

Willingly. Eagerly. I… enjoyed it when I thought he was a sexy stranger who felt me up at the security check and then saved my life.

For a few minutes, I can pretend we’re back at the club, and I haven’t seen his face yet or heard his name.

Closing my eyes, I part my lips and feed the first inch between them slowly while fisting the base of his shaft harder.

As soon as the tip of his length touches my tongue, he snaps, shouting, “Fuck!” Batting my hands away, he adjusts his stance, widening his legs.

“Hands on my balls and keep them there.” I do what he wants, squeezing two handfuls.

Hard. Even knowing I’m pressing my luck I don’t care as he yells, “Shit!”

His hips thrust at the same time he yanks my face forward by my hair, shoving his cock so deep it hits the back of my throat.

The harder I squeeze him the more rabid he becomes, holding my head hostage with an impressive strength as he uses my mouth like he owns it.

He groans as if in agony above me, warming my belly even more.

I shouldn’t be turned on by his reaction, by his torment. But some deep, dark part of me is thrilled to be at his mercy in this way again, just like last night and the night before. I enjoy the taste of him and his dominance over me.

Which makes me hate myself more than I hate him as he furiously pumps in and out of my mouth.

I’m not sure if he’s in a hurry to get this over with, or if he’s so turned on, he’s not going to last much longer. It’s only been a few seconds, and I already taste his salty flavor. He’s panting heavily in between masculine grunts and growls.

“That’s it. Take it all. I know you can. Every long, thick inch…”

My gag reflex chooses that moment to kick in. I release the grip on his balls to press my palms to his bare thighs, trying to push him away so I can take a breath. Of course, he doesn’t budge, just groans and fucks my mouth even faster. Tears run down my cheeks as he races to the finish line.

“I wanted to come in your cunt this morning, but this is even better,” the asshole says.

That’s why he was in bed naked with me? He thought after last night I’d let him inside me?

And then I remember how I woke up, pressing back against his hardness, grinding myself on it while his big palm clutched my stomach underneath my pajama top. Pajamas I’m still wearing…

He put me in pajamas?

He could’ve stripped me naked, and I never would’ve known as he slept against me.

For some reason, that makes me feel a tiny bit better.

At the same time, if I’d been sleeping with him behind me, both of us nude, he probably would’ve ended up inside me before I completely woke up and realized what was happening…

Why does the thought of him doing that to me turn me on too?

I don’t have any further time to dwell on my pathetic issues, since Tristan’s dick swells.

“I’m coming! So…fucking…hard…” His release explodes in my throat, making me struggle to swallow the thick, hot substance and breathe at the same time.

Some of his cum escapes my lips, running down my chin with my saliva at the same time my panties become drenched.

Damn him.

I can’t believe I let him do that. Again.

I pull off as soon as he releases my hair. Reaching down, his thumb swipes over the dampness on my cheek, then moves to wipe at the hot, thick substance on my chin while I try to wipe it all away.

“God, you’re so pretty when you’re a fucking mess.” He chuckles as he looks down at me, making me feel even more ashamed of what I’ve done, what I’m doing, letting him manipulate me into sucking him off, and worse, dropping the charges.

He tries to shove his coated thumb in between my parted lips, but I turn my head, spitting out the remains of him onto the floor.

Suddenly, he grabs the top of my hair again, forcing me to look at him.

Instead of being smug and triumphant about getting exactly what he wanted, his bearded jaw is clenched tight, dark eyes narrowed in anger, confusing me even more.

Did I not suck him how he likes? God, no telling how many other mouths have been on the disgusting man.

I shouldn’t have agreed… “You’ll dismiss the cases by tomorrow at noon, or everyone will see how good you are at sucking cock and know what every inch of your pussy looks like. ”

Okay, so he thought it was good?

That shouldn’t be my first takeaway from his comment.

Releasing my hair, he walks away from me and moves to the pile of clothes in the chair.

He gets dressed with his back to me while I remain kneeling, sitting back on my heels, unsure if my legs will hold my weight yet.

I pick up the gun but don’t bother aiming it at him.

He knows I won’t use it, so it’s a worthless threat.

Besides, he’s already got what he wanted.

The only time he looks at me is when he’s fully dressed and making sure I see him slip his own gun into the back of his pants. A gun he’s illegally carrying…

“I’ve got your phone number, so I’ll be sure to send you all the videos for you to enjoy later.

” He winks, then walks over and stops right in front of me.

“Someone wants you dead. You might want to figure out who before they come for you again, and I’m not there to stop them.

” Then his heavy booted footsteps move past me.

I hold my breath until I hear my apartment door slam shut.

God, what have I done?