Page 30 of Twisted Little Games (New York City Mafia #3)

Tristan

K irsten was up early the next morning, determined to go to work after one day off. I tagged along, looking forward to the moment she’d get off work and return to my apartment so I could ravage her.

But after several days of having to wait hours for her in my cold truck, I’ve grown impatient.

No decision on dealing with Bowen has been made yet, which means I’d much rather be in the same room as Kirsten, than so far away. Speaking to someone in the police department would be helpful to us too.

I dress up in a nice suit and head into the courthouse to see her, planning on killing two birds with one stone.

I enjoy getting a glimpse into her world. It’s hot seeing her boss people around. I like watching her in her element, even though I plan on interrupting.

After giving Natalie her instructions, it only takes about two seconds of me standing in the DA’s doorway before she looks up from her laptop.

“Tristan? What are you doing in here?” Kirsten slams her device closed then rushes over. Grabbing my arm, she pulls me into her office, then slams the door shut behind me and locks it, which I’ll be undoing shortly.

In answer to her question, I hold up a clinking pair of metal handcuffs and then unlock the door while she’s distracted by the sight of them.

“You shouldn’t be here. Can’t this wait until tonight?” she asks, practically pleading with me to leave. I hate how uptight she still is about being seen with me. I understand, but it pisses me off.

Pushing down those feelings, I tell her, “I thought I could finally fulfil your fantasy, here, in the office. You know, bending you over the desk with your hands restrained. Don’t worry. I’ll cover your mouth so nobody will hear you scream my name.”

“Tristan —”

“Oh, this is happening, sweetheart. Right here. Right now.” I grab her neck, walk her behind her desk, push her chair out of the way, and pause, noticing the wilting flowers from the corner of my eye. Letting her go, I reach and take a dry orange petal between my fingers.

She kept them. Sure, they desperately need some water, but she didn’t throw them away.

I didn’t ask her because I was afraid to know.

Why I give a shit that she didn’t instantly trash them when she was pissed and didn’t trust me, I’m not sure.

Just part of my evolution into being a whipped pussy, I guess.

“They didn’t get watered over the weekend. I’m surprised they lasted this long,” Kirsten remarks when she notices my attention on the vase of flowers. “They represent stupid hate?”

“Stupid hate,” I agree with a grin. “I knew you hated me but that it was pretty stupid, since you obviously still wanted me. And you had no idea that I was the delivery guy.”

“You…that was you?”

“That was me.” Spinning her around, her back to my chest, I lift her silky blonde hair from her neck and place a trail of kisses along it.

While she’s distracted, I grab one of her fists and slap the cuff on it behind her back, then the other.

“You want me to bend you over and fuck you right here, don’t you?

” I ask against her ear once her hands are restrained.

“Yes.”

I grab the nape of her neck and shove her head down onto an empty spot on her desk.

“Stay there, cheek on the desk, no matter what,” I order. Keeping my grip on her neck, I use my free hand to lift up her skirt, then kneel behind her.

I start by running the tip of my tongue around her asshole.

“Tristan!” she whisper yells. She’s not mad about where I’m playing with her, but that she’s in need of relief.

I lap up the arousal dripping from her and slowly make my way to her clit, knowing we have a little time to waste.

“Oh yeah,” she moans softly when my tongue batters her bundle of nerves. Her cuffed hands find my hair and tug as she widens her stance in eagerness. Her next moan sounds muffled, like she’s biting down on her lip to keep quiet. So, I just try harder, since I don’t really give a shit who hears her.

I tease her long enough that when I finally suck on her clit, she screams, “ Oh god !” And shudders with pleasure.

When I stand up, I don’t give Kirsten a chance to recover before I take out my aching cock and shove inside her.

Last night, she gave me the green light to stop using condoms. While I knew it’d feel different to be inside a woman bare, I never expected it to feel so damn good I can barely hold off coming.

I cover Kirsten’s mouth when she cries out because with her clenching around me so hot and tight, I already have to grit my teeth and think about headless chickens.

Hearing her shout my name while I’m buried inside her for the first time without protection would be too damn much.

And just as I expected, after her second orgasm my girl passes out face down on her desk. Her wrists remain cuffed behind her back while I’m deep inside of her, not so patiently waiting for our guest to arrive.

Thankfully, right on time, there’s a knock on Kirsten’s office door. At least Natalie is still good at following orders.

“Come in,” I say loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough to wake the exhausted DA.

A familiar looking man appears in the doorway in a cheap gray suit. His eyes widen when he sees me behind the desk and Kirsten sprawled on top of it.

“Come in and shut the door. I’ve heard you like to watch.”

He slowly closes the door and then says, “You’re a Ferraro.”

“Tristan.”

His jaw is clenched tight as if in disapproval as he stares at Kirsten, but the front of his pants definitely tents in interest. Asshole.

“What did you do to her? Did you drug her?”

“Oh, right. You wouldn’t know this about her, but after two orgasms, she passes out no matter where she’s at,” I tell him as I pull back and then shove into her, causing her to moan softly.

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m disgusting? Don’t worry. She enjoys it when I wake her with my cock inside her.

Disgusting is forcing rookies to go down on whores or fuck them while you critique them like you’re the expert.

Have you ever actually made a woman come?

You sure as hell didn’t get Kirsten off, you selfish bastard. ”

“So, this is why she dismissed the charges?” He waves a hand toward us then presses it against the front of his pants as if trying to hide his erection.

“The charges were bullshit,” I tell him. “Who is pissed about her putting the blame on the department and asking about the Bertelli investigation?”

“What?”

“A detective tried to kill her the other night.”

“You’re lying. She would’ve told me…”

“Detective Tony Wallace is no longer with us. He failed, obviously, since she’s still alive, and he’s been missing work, right?”

“What the…oh fuck. You think I had something to do with that?”

“If you did, then you’re dead as soon as I have proof. If not, then you better help me find out who set up the hit, or you’re still going to be a dead man if they come after her again.”

“I don’t know anything about that shit!”

“Then ask around.”

“Fine. Is that it?”

“No. Now, you should watch and learn a few things. If you reach around here while you’re fucking a woman and rub her clit…

” Kirsten gasps and squirms underneath me.

I cover her mouth again to quiet her cries as I begin slamming inside her and getting her off.

Her hips buck wildly with every one of my thrusts, already so close after my tongue fucking.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come on my bare cock again now that you’re dripping wet for me.”

Her head is turned away from the door, so she doesn’t notice our guest as she trembles underneath me with her pleasure. Her loud moans sound like muffled sobs. Her restrained fists grab blindly for the front of my untucked shirt to pull me closer.

Looking down to watch where we’re connected in that perfect way, I finally let go, coming inside her without a rubber for the first time.

Too bad she’s got one of those IUD things and can’t get pregnant.

One day, though… I groan at the thought of her begging for my cum, for me to put a baby in her in a few years, even if it’s a far-fetched fantasy.

When I pull out, I run my fingers through our combined arousal leaking out of her and press it to her lips. “Taste how fucking good we are together.” I shove my fingers deep into her mouth, mostly to silence her outrage when I ask the prick, “Did you learn a thing or two, detective?”

Kirsten goes still and then her head pops up. My fingers are still inside her mouth as she finds our observer who also freezes with his hand shoved down the front of his pants. She tries to rise, but I put my palm on her neck to keep her down. “Hold on, sweetheart. Let the man finish.”

Swiping through the dripping mess again, I press my fingertip to her asshole and press it inside, making all the fight go out of her. “Your virgin ass is so damn tight. And it’s going to be mine.”

I work my finger in and out a few times, then two fingers, making her whimper.

The detective’s breathing grows more ragged, his arm moving faster at my teasing.

Finally, I remove the toy from inside my jacket pocket and shove it inside as far as it will go.

When I give the plug a slap, Kirsten gasps in that way I love, so I do it again and again, certain she’s close to coming once more.

As soon as she moans with yet another release, I pull her panties up and skirt down, then undo the handcuffs with the key, pocketing them.

“Leave that in until you get home, sweetheart. I’m claiming your ass as mine tonight,” I tell her.

Pulling her chair back over, I guide her down into it. Kirsten squeaks and clutches the arm rests tightly when her bottom hits the seat.

I lift her back up and tell her, “How do you think it’ll feel when it’s my big cock up there instead of that little plug?

” Shoving her down again makes her release a sob of pained pleasure as she stares up at me with her eyes still glazed.

Her reaction causes a cursed groan from the other man in the room.

I toss the box of Kleenex to him without looking, knowing by the sound he’s finished jerking off while watching us, her.

Leaning down, I press a kiss to her lips then straighten. “I’ll walk our guest out. We’ve got more business to discuss.”

“I…I’m not sure if I’m furious at you or even more enthralled,” she whispers, earning another kiss.

“I prefer furious,” I lie. “The sex is better when you’re good and pissed off.” I grip her chin. “But don’t expect to have any voyeurs watch us later. You’re mine, and I’m not sharing an inch of you with anyone else ever again.”

She doesn’t respond, so I let her face go, unable to name the look in her blue eyes.

Daughtry opens Kirsten’s office door and walks out first with me following him. He then holds open the door to leave the DA’s office while saying goodbye to Natalie and the other employees lurking around.

Neither of us speak a word until we get outside in the brisk cold.

“Stay away from Kirsten. Don’t call her, don’t email her, and don’t even think about scheduling any of your special appointments with her again.”

“What if I need to speak to her about a case?” he asks, not sounding pissed but just curious.

“You two don’t have any cases together and never will,” I assert. “Knowing Kirsten, she wouldn’t endanger a case by having the details of you two coming to light, giving a judge a reason to dismiss it.”

“True enough,” he admits. “You’re in love with her.”

I chuckle at his ridiculous comment. “I just let you watch me fuck her, and you think that means that I’m in love with her?”

“I get it. You were marking your territory or whatever. But you don’t have to worry about me.”

“You’re going to stay away from the rookies too,” I warn him. “No more fucking games with the whores.”

“How did you —”

“I know the whores. From now on, you’ll only get off on watching willing men with the girls. I’m sure there are plenty of your cop buddies who wouldn’t mind you jerking it while they get laid.”

“I’m bisexual,” he whispers.

“Good for you. Not sure why you’re telling me, though.”

“I’ve never been with a man.”

“And I’m sure as fuck not going to be your first,” I warn him.

“No, that’s not why I told you. I just…I wanted you to know that I can give up Kirsten with no problem. Not that I think she’ll be broken up about it. But I can’t just start screwing men.”

“If you’re worried about your police friends finding out and giving you shit, then just go find yourself a nice male prostitute to play with. But don’t act out your frustrations with the vulnerable rookies. You’re no better than the rest of your homophobic buddies when you fuck with them.”

“Fine. But most of the guys love it.”

“Sure. Keep telling yourself that,” I huff.

“Now, on to more serious issues. You need to find out who else knew that cop was going to come after Kirsten so we can stop them before they try again. Someone is either pissed about her asking too many questions on the Bertelli murder or for throwing the department under the bus by dismissing our cases.”

“And how exactly am I going to find out who’s responsible? I haven’t even heard a whisper about Tony.”

“You could start with blackmail. I’m guessing you have plenty of that thanks to your extracurricular activities.”

“So, you give me shit about fucking with the rookies and then want me to use it to get information out of them?”

“Yes, if it means protecting Kirsten, anything fucking goes.”