Page 26 of Twisted Little Games (New York City Mafia #3)

“It takes the pressure off,” she says as she makes the jerkoff gesture with her fist. “There’s no woman to have to satisfy, only himself, while someone else does the heavy lifting. Kind of sad really if he doesn’t have the confidence in himself to fuck a woman.”

“Oh, but he loves to criticize the rookies,” Cassidy remarks.

“That’s probably just his way of being critical of himself. Trust me, I took a psych class in high school,” Dana proclaims.

Before I head out, I take Kirsten’s luggage upstairs and talk to the woman about Daughtry. But all my plans go out the window when I find her nearly in tears.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, shutting and locking the door behind me.

“Seriously? You left me tied up in your bed!”

“Sweetheart, it’s barely been ten minutes since I left to take a quick shower,” I tell her as I climb over her. She looks away, and I grab her chin to make her look at me. “You’re upset? I thought you liked being restrained.”

“I do, I just…wasn’t sure how long…and I need to go to work, you controlling asshole.”

“You like this controlling asshole,” I remind her. “And I’m not being controlling by making you stay home today. I’m keeping you safe from Bowen or whoever wants you dead. So, if I untie you, will you call in sick? Just for a few days?”

“One day. Today,” she counters. “I can’t miss work.

“Fine,” I agree.

“And I need a shower.”

“Okay.” I reach up and undo the tie knot.

“Will you come with me?”

Frowning, I pause on the wrist knots to look at her face. “You’re that scared?”

“No, I’m that horny.”

“Oh. Why didn’t you just say so?” I grin.

“Tell me about your cop,” I say to Kirsten when we’re drying off from our joint shower. She demanded to clean up before I laid a hand on her again, so I ate her out while she washed up, then fucked her against the shower wall.

“My cop?” she repeats as if she’s clueless to whom I refer. “The one who tried to kill me?”

“No. The one you fuck in your office once a month.”

“How did you…Natalie?”

“She told me he comes in for an appointment and stays about half an hour. But judging by how fast you came on my fingers that first time, I’m guessing he wasn’t giving you what you needed.”

“He doesn’t. Wasn’t. What good is carrying around handcuffs if you won’t use them.”

Oh, fuck me. I’m going to buy some tomorrow or online and have them shipped overnight.

“He was a prick who wouldn’t put the cuffs on you. What else?” I ask while Kirsten returns to the bedroom and pulls clothes from her luggage.

“He wouldn’t even bend me over my desk. Not once.”

“Why not? Where else is there to fuck?” I ask in genuine confusion when I follow her.

“Face to face with me sitting on my desk usually. Once I rode him in the chair.”

“Did you suck his dick?” I find myself asking for some unknown reason. Do I want to think about Kirsten’s mouth on another man? Fuck, no. But I need to know all the same.

“A few times when he would try to tell me we shouldn’t risk it…”

“He’s a piece of shit.”

“What? Why? Because I fucked him?” she asks as her beautiful breasts disappear behind her white lace bra.

“Because of what he does with whores and rookies.”

“Now you’ve lost me.”

“Did you know he makes the rookies fuck whores while he gets off watching them?”

She shrugs. “There’s nothing wrong with that if everyone consents. Besides, it’s not like we were in a committed relationship or anything. It was just once a month for a few months. I haven’t seen him in weeks before he came by to bitch the day you sent the flowers.”

“Guess he’s been busy breaking in the rookies.”

“Why? And he’s a detective. Why would he have anything to do with training rookie cops?”

“I didn’t say he was training them.”

“Oh. Oh! You think he…”

“The girls saw it with their own eyes, him directing the rookies or whatever while he and some other guy watch.”

“The girls who lived here?”

“Yes.”

“And you believe them?”

“I do. They have no reason to lie. And it’s not like I asked about him specifically. They brought it up first, and then I showed them a photo of the son of a bitch.”

Kirsten frowns at me, then glances at my limp dick. I was so busy watching her get dressed I forgot to put clothes on. “You’re upset by what they told you.”

“Who wouldn’t be? I knew rookies go through shit like getting hazed, but they’re crossing a line.”

“Are you going to hurt him?”

“Probably. Does that upset you?”

“I don’t want to know the details.” She slips her white panties up her legs.

“And I don’t want him ruining our morning.

” Kirsten comes over and wraps her arms around my neck, then places a kiss on my cheek.

“How about we change the bed sheets, you lie down, and I use my mouth to get you nice and hard again for me?”

“Can I restrain your hands behind your back first?”

“Sure.”

“Then you’ll suck me off and ride me?”

“Reverse cowgirl so you can slap my ass and pull my hair?”

“Fuck yes,” I agree, giving her bottom a hard slap. “Why did you put clothes on?”

“I thought you were leaving.” She glances down and adds, “And it looks like you don’t need my mouth after all.”

“Oh, I still need to come in your mouth. It’s all I’ve thought about since that night you came to thank me and the next morning.” I push her down onto the bed. “After all, you’ve come on my tongue at least, what, ten times? So, you’ve got some catching up to do.”