Page 106 of Mob Star

Smack.

“Two. Thank you, Daddy.”

Smack… Smack…Smack…

I count and thank him each time until we get to ten. I’m ready to crawl out of my skin, needing to come. He turns back to the bed and tosses the paddle aside. He pulls my arms from his neck as he lays me down. My back barely touches the mattress before he’s pounding his cock into me.

“Harder.”

“I will hurt you.”

“Harder, Finn.” He always holds back a little, and that’s the only thing that’s frustrated me since we met.

“If I harm you, I will?—”

“Fucking hell, Finn. I’m fucking thirty-three years old. If I want you to fuck my brains out, then I know what I want. You will never totally lose control. Even if you think you have, your subconscious will always keep you from harming me. Now, please, Daddy, fuck me harder.”

He growls. He wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes. He increases the pressure incrementally, knowing I’m still not used to breath play. But I like it. He grinds his pubic bone against my clit. My nails graze his biceps as I try to reach his arms to hold on to them. I can’t. I clench fistfuls of the comforter and explode. The moment he knows I’m coming, he releases my throat. He grabs my hips and moves with a speed I didn’t know someone could. I’m going to be sore the moment he pulls out. And I’m going to love it.

“Fuck, Thea!”

He slams into me one more time before I feel him trembling. I know he’s shooting his spunk into me, and I love that, too. I love knowing he loves me, and I love him. I love the dominance I felt during that. I love knowing he only wants me. And I love knowing I get to spend a lifetime making him happy. He’s a complicated man in so many ways. But there is one very simple thing to understand about Finn O’Rourke. When he loves, he loves with his whole heart.

He picks me up and carries me to the sofa we bought for our bedroom. He sits with him still buried inside me. We’re both perspiring as I lean against him. His hands roam over my back and ass. The only sounds are our labored breathing. I grin as I close my eyes and bask in this post-coital bliss.

The guys I loved before Finn each planned some grand gesture to tell me they loved me. They wanted to wow me and make sure I knew just how much they loved me by how big that expression was. With Finn, he told me he loves me in a totally ordinary way. I like it so much better. I appreciate it more. It’s our everyday love. The love that’ll sustain us. It didn’t need to be flashy to prove it, to make it memorable. I’ll remember every day because he’ll show me every day. For all the riches Finn has and all the things at his disposal, he’s the most down to Earth guy I know. But I sense that about the other men in his family.

It's actually completely bizarre when you put it in the context of them being mobsters. His brothers have come over— announced —and I’ve listened to them tease each other. They’re merciless. They swear it’s from growing up around three brothers married to three sisters. The siblings are harsh on each other, but the wives spare nothing when teasing their husbands. Finn assures me I’m bound to see it tonight, even when his family is on their best behavior in front of me. It all sounds so damn normal. Maybe they need that normality to balance all the things that must be batshit bonkers by the typical person’s standards. I don’t know. I hope I see it tonight.

It thrills neither of us to get up, but we get dressed and head to his parents’ house. And by house, I mean a fucking mansion. It’s insanely large. Finn explained to me it was big enough for everyone to have a room. I guess I figured shared rooms or maybe rooms in the basement. Oh, no. This house looks like it must have at least ten bedrooms. I forgot about the pool house I glimpsed in the back. I’ve never seen a house this big that wasn’t a mansion on Long Island or in Newport, Rhode Island.

I didn’t know there were neighborhoods like this in Queens. It’s in a gated community behind its own gate. I try not to stare at the armed guards since Finn warned me. But it’s like being at the fucking United Nations or an embassy. This is most definitely the safest I’ve ever been since stepping foot in New York City.

Finn lets us in the front door, and I immediately hear a cacophony of voices. I recognize Mair’s as she talks over a couple of male voices. I catch a few words over the laughter that erupts. It sounds like she’s teasing Dillan. Finn nudges me with his shoulder. When I look up, his grin clearly says “see.”

“It’s about time you showed up. We missed Ally.” Sean goads Finn by making cow eyes at me.

What the fuck did I just walk into? I look around and see three sets of older couples. I can’t tell which ones are Finn’s parents. All three women have deep russet hair, so darker than Finn’s generation, and the men have more strawberry blond. There was no way any of their children wouldn’t be born with red hair. The older men’s blue eyes are as brilliant as their wives’ green ones. Since Finn and all the other guys have exactly the same shade of emerald-hued eyes, they clearly came from their moms.

The couple near the fireplace walks over to us while everyone else watches. I feel the spotlight on me. The woman kisses Finn’s cheek, then the man hugs him. They turn expectant faces to me.

“Mom, Da, this is Althea. Ally for short.”

“Except he calls her Thea. No one else gets to.”

I look around Finn’s mom to where Sean smirks. I glance at Finn, and I’m absolutely positive he’d give his brother an obscene hand gesture if his parents, aunts, and uncles weren’t in the room.

“Thea, these are my parents. Breda and Ronan.”

“Hello. Thank you for having me for dinner.”

Wonderful.

That sounds like they’re about to skewer me and serve me on a platter. That’s about how I feel.

“We’re so happy to have you. I can tell already. You and Mair are such an improvement on these heathens.”

Breda offers me her hand, and I shake it. Her smile makes her eyes crinkle where lines weren’t a moment ago. She’s beautiful, but her smile makes her radiate something more than skin deep. She reminds me of my mom.

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