The Enforcer (Untamed Hearts Book 3) (51 page)

Tino slammed a hand over her mouth, silencing her as he moved over to her other nipple. His teeth were rough, on the edge of painful as he bit her out of anger, but she held him to her anyway, her fingers tightening in his hair for fear he’d slip out of her grasp like he had so many times before. She didn’t care if it hurt, but Tino laved his tongue over it anyway like he couldn’t help soothing her.

“You wanna be a comare to a whore.” He lifted his head and glared at her as he said it, daring her to argue. “That’s what you want for yourself, Brianna?”

She hated hearing him call himself that. She wanted to argue, but she didn’t. Hiding from his reality and trying to make it prettier would insult everything he’d suffered through.

For a long time, women had paid to fuck Tino.

That was a reality.

Just like it was a reality that she could never be his wife.

If she wanted him, openly, that was exactly what she would be. A comare to a known whore. Brianna wasn’t born Cosa Nostra, but she had her pick of legitimate mafiosi. A lot of boys in their class had tried. Even if she wasn’t Italian, she was still a prime candidate with powerful connections in the Moretti Borgata and a proven track record of looking the other way when war broke out. She could be a wife, but if it got out she was fucking Tino, her name would be ruined forever.

“Yes, that’s what I want.” She didn’t even hesitate. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

She’d rather be a comare for a whore she loved than a wife for a man she didn’t.

Tino looked furious, his dark eyes narrowed in disbelief, and she honestly had no idea what to expect. The situation was so tense she jumped when he crawled over the couch.

“Be careful what you wish for. I haven’t touched a woman in two years. My restraint is a little thin right now.” He grabbed her arm, forcing her to look at him as he warned, “You keep asking for it, I’m gonna give it to you.”

Brianna couldn’t hide how shocked she was.

She didn’t like to think about it, but she’d assumed there had been other women since the fallout with the Savios two years ago. Made men had comares. That was just how it worked, and even if he didn’t want her to know about it, Brianna knew Tino and Nova were made early last year.

They were young for the distinction, but none of the rules applied to the Moretti brothers.

She was so lost in thought she didn’t answer him, and Tino had never been patient. “Fine,” he decided for both of them and used his hold on her arm to pull her toward the bedroom.

* * * *

Tino didn’t intend to fuck her tonight.

He could. Technically once didn’t count. It could be written off as drunken bad judgment on Brianna’s part, but he still wasn’t taking the risk with her reputation.

He certainly didn’t plan on making her a comare.

But he was just so fucking mad at her.

Tino wanted to punish her for being willing to risk so much. She was smarter than this. There wasn’t one good reason why a woman like Brianna—talented, intelligent, with a full scholarship and the entire fucking world at her feet—should be on her hands and knees for a mafia enforcer, but she was.

Because she thought she wanted to be dirty with him.

Fine.

Tino could be dirty.

He had every intention of being dirty as fuck when he pushed her against her bed, forcing her on her hands and knees since she thought that was how she liked it. Except she spread out there too easily, cheek pressed to her pillow, ankles against her ass, thighs spread wide in a way only a dancer could do, with her stomach flat against the mattress.

It just looked so fucking hot.

With the long, smooth line of her bare back on display, and her red hair so dark in the moonlight against her pale skin. He groaned when she did it as he stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at her. Then he crawled onto the bed and kissed the small of her back above the hem of her pink panties. She made a soft sound in the back of her throat, and his cock jerked in response. He wanted to be dirty when he did this, to punish her, but he was reverent instead as he licked the long curve of her spine. She let him, nimble and submissive, giving up her innocence without a second thought.

Why?

He was very scared he knew the answer. By the time he was kissing the curve of her neck, his hands were shaking, and his eyes were stinging. He cupped her tits, rubbing his thumbs against her tightened nipples, and she moaned.

“Does it feel good, baby?” His voice was choked with emotion. “You like being under me?”

She bowed back into his embrace and whispered, “God, yes.” Then she spread her thighs wider.

Tino knew what she was looking for, but still he said, “Tell me what you want. I’m here now. Tell me the fantasy.”

Tino grabbed her hand and sucked two of her fingers into his mouth, making her moan and arch under him again. When he pulled them free, he didn’t have to tell her. She did it without being told.

Brianna slipped her hand beneath the lining of her panties and touched herself.

Bold.

Sexy.

Fearless.

Same way she took to that ladder courageously, it really did it for him, to the point that he saw spots in his vision. Everything in him was wound tight and aching for her.

Tino reached down to feel how she got herself off, covering her hand with his over the thin material of her panties. She rubbed her clit side to side, hard and fast, making herself breathless almost instantly.

She hadn’t been lying earlier.

There was something about Brianna that liked it a little rough, but fantasies were different from reality. He fisted her hair to test the water, forcing her head back to watch her pleasure. Most women would resist, but she bowed into him and clenched at the sheet with her free hand. Then just like that, she jerked under him and came with a shout.

Tino surged over her and pushed his bare cock against the curve of her ass as he used his hold on her hair to kiss her. She was still shuddering, and he’d never been more turned on in his entire life. Brianna was riper than he’d thought, so pent-up just the slightest touch set her off. He found himself pushing against her over and over to the hard, dominating thrust of his tongue into her mouth.

He could’ve come against her back and made a point.

Dirty and selfish like a made man was supposed to be.

Instead he was still shaking, overwhelmed, and humbled as he whispered against her lips, “You don’t gotta be my comare. I’d never let you do that.” He forced her hand out of her panties and replaced it with his own. “I’ll be the whore, baby. Use me. You need it. Use me, and we won’t tell anyone.”

“No,” she started in complaint, but he slipped one finger into her pussy that was swollen with need and dripping wet, making it easy despite how small she was. Still she fought to argue. “Tino, no, you’re—” She choked on her words when he found her G-spot and caressed it. “Shit.” She fisted the sheets in both hands and pushed back against him until she finally gave voice to what her body had been silently begging for. “I want you in me.”

He could feel how badly she wanted it as she clenched around his finger, tight and slick and primed to be fucked. God, he wanted it too, so much he was moving against her, forcing her tighter against the mattress as he pushed in another finger to give her the full feeling she was craving. Brianna was completely smooth, waxed in a way that surprised him, but so fucking tight it held him back from giving her what she was begging for.

She came again, too fast for his sanity.

Tino was physically quaking with the need, but then Brianna collapsed under him, sweaty and breathless and confessed, “I love you.”

“Jesus, Bri.” He squeezed his eyes closed and pressed his forehead against the back of her head. “Don’t—”

“Only you. Always, Tino. Call it whatever you want. I just love you.” She said it even though he started thrusting his fingers in her again, stretching her, rubbing them against that sensitive spot inside her until the stickiness covered his palm. “God, please.”

She was begging to be fucked, but he fisted her hair instead, jerking her head back to watch once more. It took her longer this time. She had to fight for it, arching into his touch over and over again. They were both sweaty, and he was still moving over her, the slide of his cock against the curve of her back pushing him to the edge of oblivion.

Brianna was moaning, and every sound she made was like an electric jolt of pleasure that forced him to realize he was going to come whether he wanted to or not. When she bowed and cried out, he rode out the storm with her, stroking her until her pussy stopped spasming from the force of her climax.

Then he rolled off her and fisted his cock. It only took three strokes to fall over the edge, leaving him spread out in front of her, biting his lip and coming all over his stomach. He was still shaking as Brianna freed his bottom lip from the tight hold his teeth had on it and rubbed her thumb over it like she was trying to soothe the hurt.

Tino turned away from the caress, not knowing why, of all the things, that was what left him feeling too exposed. He moved to get up and look for a towel, but Brianna crawled over him before he could.

He shifted under her. “Stop, you’ll get dirty.”

“I don’t care.” She lay over him despite the cum. “Will you kiss me?” she asked, reminding him of their one night in the bunk bed. “Do it like you mean it.”

It wasn’t the first time that night she stunned the shit out of him, but life taught him nothing if not how to roll with the punches.

So he threaded both hands in her hair and kissed her like he meant it.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Tino left before Brianna woke up.

He knew it made him an asshole, but he’d spent most of the night staring at her ceiling, feeling her naked against him save one tiny pair of pink panties. Tino was one of the few people who knew what real torture felt like, and he would’ve honestly taken his father’s belt or the Savios’ basement over spending the night with Brianna naked and not actually fucking her.

He ended up back home, taking a shower until the water ran cold, and still he stood there, trying to find some reason to stay in this apartment with his brothers rather than go back to Carina’s place to finish what he started with Brianna.

“I heard La Bomba got raided last night.”

Tino turned and looked through the glass of the shower door in disbelief. Not just because privacy was still at less than zero around Nova when Tino was an adult and should be able to take a fucking shower without his brother walking in, but also because Nova still had his hands into everything.

“How did you hear about the raid?”

“Mateo called me and told me he saw you going out the back with the princess and the BFF.”

Tino stiffened. “She has a name, you know?”

“Who has a name?” Nova asked like he didn’t know, as he leaned over and rubbed at the mirror.

He messed with his hair while Tino glared at him.

“She never did anything to you, Casanova,” Tino growled as all the fury and tension jumped to the surface. “You keep giving her shit and—”

Nova laughed. “And what?”

“And I’ll—” Tino started, keeping his voice low on purpose until Nova stepped closer to the shower.

For that one small period in time, Tino let himself be the enforcer, even though everything about his life was carefully portioned out, and he didn’t let one Tino blend into the other.

He was just so sick of Nova’s shit in regard to Carina, and it felt like a lifetime of anger chose that moment to rise up.

Tino used all his strength to push open the shower door when Nova got close enough, catching Nova hard, knocking him down so violently he smacked his head against the marble floor in Romeo’s bathroom.

Nova shouted on the way down, but then he sort of had that dazed look someone in the octagon had when they got knocked out. Tino was still standing there staring at him with water pooling out onto the floor when Romeo jerked open the bathroom door.

“Deficiente!” Romeo fell down on his knees next to Nova and asked in Italian, “What’d you do to him?”

“He never gives me any privacy,” Tino mumbled, also speaking Italian as Romeo sat Nova up with practiced ease, because now that Romeo was fighting professionally, this was part of his everyday gig.

“So you just knock him the fuck out?” Romeo asked in disbelief and then grabbed Nova’s face, staring at him. Then he looked back to Tino in shock, because Nova wasn’t the easiest guy to knock out. “Actually, how’d you do it?”

“Shower door.” Tino winced. “And he sort of hit his head on the tile.”

“Merda.” Romeo patted Nova’s face as Nova blinked heavy-lidded eyes, shaking off the shock of the fall. “Casanova?”

“Fuck both of yous.” Nova’s voice was raspy, but he sounded fairly alert as he jerked his face out of Romeo’s grasp.

“He’s okay. He’s got a thick skull.” Romeo patted Nova’s cheek once more. “Last time you walk in on him in the shower, huh? I’m sort of impressed right now. Maybe I need to get rid of the dumbass I’m working with and make Tino my training partner if he can knock Nova Moretti out cold.”

Nova was awake enough to flick his hand under his chin and flip them both off. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against his knees, like the room was spinning.

“Get outta of the heat. It’ll make it worse. I’ll make you breakfast. You’ll be fine,” Romeo decided for him as he stood and winced when he looked to Tino. “Speaking of privacy.” He grabbed the towel off the rack and tossed it at Tino. “I’m going friggin’ blind, Valentino.”

Tino caught it and turned off the shower, but still he couldn’t help but point out, “This is my shower. You’re both in here when this is my time. What if I was jerking off? I could have my hand on my fucking dick, and he’d walk in and—”

Romeo held up his palms in surrender. “I’m out.”

He closed the bathroom door on the way out as Tino tied the towel around his waist. Nova was still sitting there, but as he woke up, his features went from mad to hurt. He glanced up at Tino, looking genuinely horrified. “You didn’t even have to try to do that.”