His: Tony: The Sabatini Family Fiona Murphy (the little red hen ebook .TXT) 📖

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Tony

Before Carmine opens his mouth, I know something happened. I haven’t checked the cameras, too worried I wouldn’t be able to control my response to seeing Christy in my bed.

“What?” I dare him to give me the bad news.

To his credit, he doesn’t flinch from it. “She hit me on the back of the head with a wine bottle. Tried to run while I was cleaning up, and she got glass in her foot. I tied her up in the guest bedroom again with my tie. I didn’t want to go hunting for handcuffs. She’s been up there since you left, almost three hours now. And um, about an hour ago, she started yelling about needing to pee, but I didn’t go up.”

“You saw her tits, didn’t you?”

He barely moves his head in a nod before I send my fist into his eye. The blow sends him to the floor. “Get the fuck out of my sight. You’re benched for a fucking week. No money, no nothing.”

Moving fast, he’s out the door aware he’s lucky it wasn’t worse. Once he’s gone, I set the alarm and head upstairs. Even though I’m pissed at him and Christy, I’m a little glad she’s not waiting for me in my bedroom.

As I undress, I use my shirt to wipe off the blood on my neck from the man I tortured tonight to get information on his crew. The Serbian bastard put up a fight. It had taken almost two hours and a lot of blood to break him.

In the end, we got everything we needed. Milos was using the information now to dig deeper. It would be a few days before we could confirm and act on it. My concern is if they figured out we got our hands on him, they might change things before we could use what he gave us.

Careful to put the blood-soaked clothes in the hamper Carmella specified so they wouldn’t get blood on anything else, I sigh. I hadn’t wanted Christy to see me with blood on me. But as I go into the bathroom and punch my setting on, I wonder if I should have allowed it. Something to make her aware of how fucking precarious her fate is and keep her from trying to run again.

Without business weighing on me, all over again I wonder what in the hell I’m going to do with her. Fuck her, definitely. I’d kept my phone in my hand, I bring up the camera in her room and god damn. She’s tied to the bed, the jacket I put around her wide open, and those gorgeous, mouth-watering tits are on display.

My cock is hard instantly as I recall what happened in the kitchen. The taste and feel of her against my body made me savage for her. If Joseph hadn’t been standing right there, I wouldn’t have been able to leave her. Christ, my phone had been going off for almost five minutes before he walked in. It hadn’t even registered. I was so lost in devouring Christy’s mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her. She was far more intoxicating than any liquor. There were the cherries and plums of the wine, but she also tasted of early morning sleepy sex, bright sunlight, and hazy daydreams.

I wrap my hand around my cock as I remember the sound of her little moans and the way her soft body felt against mine. Stroking up, then down I work to control the raging fire for her threatening to consume me. And she’s not even in front of me. The memory of how she had taken my cock down her throat like a fucking pro hits me and I squeeze tight at the base to keep from coming. No, fuck it’s been years since I was this close this fast. What is it about her that has me this twisted up and seething with desire? I need to fucking know, to understand so I can take control of it, of her.

Christy groans, bringing my eyes back to the screen. She moves around on the bed with another moan as she tries to get comfortable, and I’m leaking pre-come every damn where at how much it sounds like the noises she made when I had her in my arms. Her head goes back as she stretches, and her nipples are tight, and jesus fucking christ, I’m coming hard.

It takes longer than I want to finish washing up and drying off. I don’t bother doing more than wrap a towel around my waist. For the first time in my life, I turn off my phone and put it face down on the bedside table. This time there will be no interruptions.

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Christy

The door opens without warning. My stomach falls to the floor, and a flood of hot wet heat hits me so hard I finally understand the word ‘swoon’. I can’t take my eyes off his gorgeous chest and all the silky skin on display. Seriously? Why is my mouth watering?  He crosses his arms, covering up the best part.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I have to pee really badly. Can you kill me after you let me pee?”

Shaking his head, he smiles a real smile, and a dimple flashes deep in his right cheek. For a moment, I forget about my bladder. Stunning, Tony Sabatini is absolutely someone-reached-into-my-chest-and-is-squeezing-it-with-all-their-might stunning.

In seconds, he has me untied then steps back giving me room to get off the bed. I step on my foot that I had completely forgot was still bleeding and was aching. I’m up in his arms so fast I haven’t even finished screaming from the pain.

“I’m going to kill him after all. He didn’t mention you were still sitting up here bleeding. Fucking hell.”

“I have to pee like you won’t believe, put me down. Now that I remembered, I’ll make sure not to walk on it.” I need to be out of his arms because all of the