Page 43 of Mob Star

If it were any other man, I’d freak out. It would terrify me. With Finn, I want more. I open to him, letting him into my mouth, letting him press his thigh between mine.

“I’m going to get you off, Thea. Do you know why?”

I shake my head.

“Because you are mine. Mine to pleasure and mine to take care of. I’m going to hear you moan my name as you come.”

His free hand grips my hip hard enough that his fingers bite into my flesh and hurt. I don’t want him to stop. He guides me to ride his thigh. When I’m moving at the pace he wants, he reaches behind me and yanks down the zipper to my dress. He pulls it down one shoulder before he kisses the top of my breast. He pulls the bra cup down, then he’s lifting my breast to his mouth. His tongue toys with my nipple until it’s a tight dart. Then he’s sucking on it. His mouth is open as wide as it can, and he’s practically inhaling me. He can tell what that does to me. How much it turns me on.

I’m moving faster on his thigh as he drives me to the brink. I’m rubbing my pussy against his thigh as hard as I can. I want to come so badly. I want his fingers in me. I want his cock in me. I want something in me. But he replaces his mouth with his fingers. He pinches my nipple, twisting and pulling.

“We’re not ready for me to fuck you for real. But I will, Thea. You are mine.”

“I know, Finn.”

He’s kissing my neck, and it pushes me past my limit to control my body. I feel my orgasm coming, then it slams into me.

“Finn!”

He picks me up and carries me to the sofa. I straddle his lap and lean forward, panting. His hands are running over the outside of my thighs beneath my dress. His hands rest on my ass and push me closer, so I can feel his hard on.

“I want to touch you, too.”

“I didn’t get you off, so you’ll return the favor. I did it because I wanted to feel you in my arms. To know that whatever just happened to that window didn’t hurt you. To show you I’ll take care of you. You didn’t answer me before, and to be honest, that freaked me out more than the window.”

“You surprised me. I didn’t expect you to notice so fast.”

“I noticed from outside, but I couldn’t tell for sure. Joey would have called the other night to tell me if you had a broken window. He knows I’d be pissed if he left with it like that.”

“I didn’t expect you to call me Althea. I don’t like it.”

I think that’s the real reason I didn’t answer his question. It wasn’t even that I don’t want to tell him the truth. It shocked me to hear my full name, and I didn’t like his tone. We barely know each other, but he’s never called me that. He refuses to call me Ally. Anything other than Thea, cailín, or little one feels wrong.

“That’s your name.”

“But it’s not what you call me. I’m not a child. I don’t need to be reprimanded.”

He cups my face. His hands are warm, and his touch is soft, even though I can feel the slight callouses.

“I didn’t mean for it to come across that way. I didn’t even realize I had. I guess I wanted you to know how serious I take this. What happened?”

“A bird flew into it.”

I’ve been going over that lie since the moment I saw the brick. Clearly, I didn’t practice enough. Before I know what’s happening, he’s lifting me off his lap, then I’m over it. My dress is over my back, and his hand lands hard on my ass.

“OW!”

“You lied. I’ve already told you more than once that you don’t have to tell me your thoughts. You can tell me you don’t want to say. But I also told you I will punish you— hard —if you do anything to endanger yourself. There isn’t a fecking bird on the ground. I didn’t see one when I walked up, and there wasn’t one when I looked down. Hitting a window hard enough to break it like that would have killed it. And that isn’t even how glass breaks from a bird dive-bombing it. That was a fecking brick.”

He keeps raining down spanks, and I’m kicking my feet.

“Tell me the truth, Thea. Staying silent is no longer an option. You will answer me.”

“The truth is I don’t want to tell you. Stop, Finn. It hurts.”

“Of course it does. It’s a punishment. I didn’t think the first time I spanked you it’d be because you’re risking your safety by lying to me. I thought I’d spank you before fucking you. Did this happen because of me?”

The fight goes out of me. He’s scared for me, but he’s also scared this is his fault. He feels guilty. The spanking isn’t about allaying his fear. It is about me risking my safety. But he’s frightened.

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