Page 25 of Twisted Little Games (New York City Mafia #3)

Tristan

I t’s hard to sleep for more than a few minutes. I keep waking up worried Kirsten will be gone.

But she’s still here in my bed at nearly five a.m., which is when she’s usually getting up.

I don’t want her to leave my side to go to work today, not when some fucking cops apparently want her dead.

She also asked me to wake her up screaming, and I intend to fulfill her wish.

Her hands are tucked near her face as she sleeps soundly. As gentle as I can be, I wrap my tie around one wrist, then the other, leaving a little space in between.

While I love licking her pussy, I want her to wake up to me inside her.

I ease a hand between her legs, finding her still as warm and wet as she was last night.

Holding myself up on my side, I watch her face while slipping a finger inside her cunt.

Her expression doesn’t change, but her thighs clench tighter.

Unable to wait a second longer, I roll on a condom, then lift her right leg to line myself up with her entrance, easing in nice and slow. I rock my hips, sliding a little deeper each time.

Kirsten’s lips are already parted, but her eyes are closed as her hips press back eagerly. With one more thrust I’m completely sheathed in her slick grip. Still, she’s not awake, so I stay impaled inside her while my fingertips circle her clit.

She gasps and grabs at the sheets underneath her hands, finally waking up. But she requested it with a scream.

I press forward, rolling her to her stomach. My fingers keep rubbing while I start fucking her hard and fast into the mattress. I know she’s wide awake when she moans, and her hips buck.

I slap her ass and get a shout from her.

Her pussy clenches around me, telling me she likes the slap, so I give her another and another until finally she shouts, “ Tristan! ” She pulses around my cock.

It’s impossible for me to last a second longer.

I shove deep and fill the condom with a roar of pleasure.

Once I’ve come down from the incredible high, I reluctantly climb off her so she can breathe. I can’t resist slapping her gorgeous ass again before disposing of the rubber. Then, I grab another tie on my way back to the bed.

While Kirsten lies there limply, I take her restrained wrists and wind the new tie through them and to the closest post on my bed. Tying knot after knot, Kirsten looks up at me with bleary eyes and a sleepy smile.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you can’t leave my bed.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. You’re my captive today. No work for you.”

The sleepy haze vanishes from her eyes. “Okay, that’s not funny or sexy.”

“Neither is someone trying to kill you.”

“You can’t be serious, Tristan!”

“I do love hearing you scream my name. Now, even if those ties can’t hold you, I’m going to lock the bedroom door when I leave, from the outside.”

“Tristan! I have to go to work! I’m the district attorney! Everyone already thinks I’m slacking off after dismissing the charges against you and your cousins!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I need to find who wants you dead before I let you out of my sight. Unless you want me to keep watch in your office while you work…”

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. “You cannot show up at the courthouse!”

“Right. Because I’m a defendant, former defendant, and eyebrows would be raised. We can’t have anyone thinking you would ever fuck someone like me.”

“I can’t lose my entire career for…this.”

“For me, you mean?”

“You live with six whores, Tristan. That doesn’t exactly scream long-term commitment.”

“If you want a commitment then just say so, sweetheart.”

She rolls her eyes. “We both know that this is nothing but sex.”

“Amazing sex. Best I ever had, and I’m guessing the same goes for you. Admit it.”

“Fine, yes, it’s amazing. The handful of times we’ve done it last night and fooled around at that club, but that’s it. It’s exciting and new right now. In a few weeks or days, it’ll get boring. You’ll move on, and I’ll go back to looking for my trophy husband.”

“Trophy husband? What the hell is that?”

“A good man to support my career without his overshadowing it. You know, so he can stay home with our kids until they go to school.”

“Wow. Sounds like you’ve got the future all planned out just as soon as you find Mr. Right,” I remark with barely contained rage, since I know that man is not me.

“Let me guess, the perfect guy for you went to some snobby ivy league school; grew up in a wealthy family; plays golf at the country club with all his smart, filthy rich buddies; and is such a push-over he’ll gladly give up his career to raise your brats?

Oh, and most importantly, he has a squeaky-clean record and can’t find your clit. ”

“I don’t care where he went to school or if he’s rich,” she huffs, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. “But the rest, other than not finding my clit, is pretty much the ideal man.”

“How gracious of you to marry a man who went to a state school on a scholarship.”

“It’s not about the money. I don’t want to give up my career to have a family. Just because I want kids doesn’t mean I should have to give up my job, my goals, and ambitions.”

“You want kids?” I ask, finding myself wanting some brats too lately. Probably just because my cousins have settled down and impregnated their women, making me feel left out.

No, that’s not true.

I want to have babies with Kirsten, no one else. And that has nothing to do with my cousins and their wives.

Oh shit.

I want her to be my wife too.

I’ve never thought marriage was for me. I mean, it only seemed to make both of my parents unhappy before my mom was killed. After that, my dad was an even bigger miserable bastard. My uncles had similar luck, so my cousins and I all grew up without mothers, without seeing what love looked like.

While I may be clueless about the concept of loving someone more than I love myself, it doesn’t change the fact that I want a commitment with Kirsten, as unlikely as that may be.

For weeks, I doubted I’d be able to convince her to fuck me, and I was wrong about that. With enough time and patience, I made it happen. I got her in my bed. So, maybe convincing her to want that sort of future with someone like me, instead of some other asshole, might eventually work out too.

Smiling at her, I brush my lips over her pursed ones and nearly growl in satisfaction when she opens them for me. Her mouth and legs part to take me as if it’s an automatic function that doesn’t require a single thought, and zero hesitation.

“While I would love to stay in bed fucking you all day, I have shit to do,” I tell her.

Finding out who wants her dead could wait a day, right? If she’s here, safe in my bed…

No. My obsession with her is bad enough as it is. I’ll have her again later, once I’ve looked into the hit.

I reluctantly and slowly force myself to move off her.

“Don’t go anywhere,” I say with a grin as I head for the attached bathroom to shower.

“Tristan!” she shouts after me. “You can’ t leave me here!”

“Sure, I can! I just did!”

Echoes of Kirsten’s swears follow me downstairs from where she’s still naked and tied to my bed.

The first stop I make on the lower level is for a talk with the girls, who are, thankfully, all packing up or having breakfast. Their greetings are chillier than usual, and I know it’s not just because they have to move out.

“Your woman is a bitch,” Dana says from where she’s cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

“No, she’s not. And if you call her that again, I’ll let her claw your eyes out,” I warn her.

“She’s not even that pretty,” Summer goes over and whispers to Dana, making me roll my eyes.

“It was dark. You barely saw a glimpse of her. She’s fucking gorgeous, and you’re jealous,” I inform them. “Now enough about her. You all have seen some cops now and then, right?”

“Oh yeah,” Cassidy says from where she pushes her suitcase closed on the sofa to zip it. “All the time.”

“Really? Same ones or different.”

“Both,” Summer answers. “A few of them like to ‘arrest’ us for solicitation, then have us work off the arrest with them and their friends.”

“Jesus,” I mutter, hating that they’re put in that position where they can either fuck the cops or go to jail. “If you give me names, I’ll take care of them,” I tell them. “And I need you all to look at this photo and tell me if you’ve seen him around.”

I show a photo I found online of the dead cop to each woman who shakes her head..

“Alright, well, any names you recall of the others?”

The girls exchange questioning looks.

“You know they’ll never find out where I got their names. They’ll assume Creed has a bone to pick with them.”

“Fine. One of the worst is Slater,” Cassidy says.

“And Wilcox,” Dana adds with an eye roll. “Should’ve known based on his name.”

“How about that Dalton guy?” Summer asks. “Him and Reeves like to use us to torment the rookies.”

“Torment them how?” I question.

“Make them do things to us while they watch and jerk off. They comment about how small their dicks are and laugh at how fast they come. It’s really fucked up.”

“Poor rookies. Made a few of them cry afterwards. They had girlfriends but caved to the pressure of the older cops so they wouldn’t get fired,” Cassidy agrees with a nod.

“You too?”

“Yep. Not that I mind if the rookies are into it. I like being watched, and Dalton or whatever is hot,” Summer admits with a shrug.

“Their names are Dalton and Reeves? You know their first names?”

“Only the lasts, because it’s on their uniform, but it’s Reeves and Daughtry, not Dalton,” Cassidy corrects Summer.

Why is the name Daughtry familiar?

Oh fuck.

I quickly do a search on my phone for Detective Bryan Daughtry and show the girls a picture of him.

“That’s him,” Cassidy says right away. The others nod as well.

“Oh, he’s a dead man.”

“Why?” Dana asks. “The guy is probably just so insecure he prefers to watch others.”

“What do you mean?”