He was going to fucking do it, and he was so much stronger than her, so damn used to pinning people down. He knew how to do it in a way that made her feel powerless.
“Don’t you dare! I’m serious!” she shouted, except he slid his hand down and found her clit, teasing it lightly, and it made her want to spread her legs because he was really good at that part. “You’re not doing this. Don’t you fucking do it,” she chanted, but even to her it sounded a little too breathy, a little too close to… Fine, just this once.
What the hell?
Tino wanted to eat her ass.
So she let him.
But it wasn’t because she liked it and ended up with her face in his pillow, gripping the headboard to keep from pushing back against him while he did those little teasing circles around her clit until she was wet, desperate even though she was sore as hell.
There was no way she’d admit how sore she was.
He wasn’t fingering her, instead he kept teasing her clit until she stopped caring about how sore she was and started begging, for what she wasn’t sure. She only knew she was aching and burning up and sweaty again despite the shower.
Finally, she gave in and said, “Please fuck me. Make me come. Oh my God, baby.” She spread her legs wide and bit the pillow, because this was making every muscle in her body tight for release. Then it all sprang free, forcing her to jerk in shock as she buried her face in the pillow and choked out, “Oh fuck,” because she did not just come from that.
She did not give him that.
Sicilian men were extremely predictable, and something like that…
“You dirty girl.” Tino bit the glutes he liked so much, hard, almost enough to mark. “I’m gonna do that all the time.”
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” she mumbled into the pillow. “No.”
“Oh yeah.” Tino kissed his way up her body and then had the gall to lick her armpit. “Tastes good.”
She reached behind and hit his head.
He laughed at her.
“I’m never, ever doing that again. Never, Tino.” She hit his head again when he tried to lick her other armpit. “Stop being gross! Stop it!”
He pinned her down rather than listen, all hard, cut muscle and strength draped over her as he licked the back of her neck and whispered against her flushed skin that had to be bright red with embarrassment, “I fucking worship you, Bri.” He fisted her hair and jerked her head back as he breathed against her ear. “I worship you.” He leaned down and kissed her shoulder. “I wanna put my tongue everywhere. I wanna taste all of you.” When he tried to lick her armpit again, she let him, because how could she not, and he sounded so grateful, like she was giving him the world. “I need it. I feel like I need it. This is the only thing in the whole world that’s just mine. I wanna be able to love all of you. I don’t want you to hide from me.”
“It’s yours,” she agreed with him and, not for the first time that day, said, “So take it.”
She gave up the fight and surrendered all of herself to him. Even if it left her hot and bothered all over again, and he point-blank told her he wasn’t going to fuck her again today.
She would have to be frustrated instead.
Brianna could deal with a little frustration, so she let him kiss and lick her all over, admiring her muscle groups, though he claimed to hate that meathead stuff. She let him kiss her dancer feet, even if they weren’t pretty, and she let him lick her * again. Softly, in a slow, sweet way that took a really long time to make her come.
But the payoff was worth it.
The buildup was so long. The release took everything from her, and when it was over, she wound up curled into Tino’s arms, sleeping under his thousand-dollar sheets while he stroked her hair.
Brianna slept hard, dreamlessly, when usually she was restless. She was a naturally light sleeper, maybe from too many nights at the don’s mansion or at Carina’s house, but right then she felt very safe.
Very stable.
As if nothing in the world could hurt her.
Like bullets would just bounce off her because Tino was there. Enforcers could do that. Everyone at the don’s mansion relaxed when Carlo was there. Parties felt a little more festive. The don always laughed more, like bullets would just bounce off him if Carlo was protecting him.
If the grim reaper was on their side, then for the moment, they were invincible. It was a dumb idea, but they all sort of needed it.
It was dark by the time she woke up.
She could hear the partiers outside the walk-up, heading off to whatever club was happening that week. They were loud. Laughing. Making it obvious they probably did shots before they left, in the name of thriftiness.
Brianna’s eyes were heavy, and she had to blink several times before she realized Tino wasn’t against her, but she still sensed him somehow. Guarding her. Creating that safe feeling that was so addictive in their world. She rolled over to find him wearing only jeans, sitting in the middle of an impressive spread of Chinese food.