Free Patrick: A Mafia Love Story by Kit Tunstall, R.E. Saxton

cock when she came undone.
    He lifted her off him abruptly, his cock still shiny with her juices and hard with his lack of release. She frowned at it. “Aren’t you…?”
    He nodded, bringing his thumb to her mouth and pressing it gently between her lips. “In here. At least until you get on the pill.”
    She bit her lip, hesitating for just a second. It was time to make a confession, but she was reluctant. Besides, her mouth watered at the sight before her, and she bent her head to take his shaft between her lips. Their mingled juices tasted strange, but not unpleasant, and she was soon sucking him to completion. As Patrick grunted, surging deeply into the back of her throat, she was proud she didn’t even gag as he unleashed a torrent of seed down her throat.
    With a grunt, looking replete, he gently eased her away and sat her on the seat beside him before he returned his clothes to proper order. In seconds, he looked as sleek as he had before.
    She adjusted her underwear, her slit aching from the hard fuck, even as she longed for more. As the car stopped before the valet station, she decided it would be a good time to tell him the truth. He wasn’t too likely to yell at her in public.
    Licking her lips, she leaned closer as the car drew to a halt. “I have to confess something.”
    He arched a brow. “Yeah, what’s that?”
    She gave him a small grin, hoping he would see the humor in the situation. “I’m already on the pill, Patrick.” Before he could say anything, she slid from the car, not allowing him to play the gentleman and go first to offer her a hand out. When he stood up to join her, his mouth was hard, and his hand was tight around her wrist, making her fearful of his reaction. They swept up the walkway together, the mirrored windows of the restaurant giving them a perfect reflection of her and Patrick. He looked tense, his lips compressed to a thin line.
    “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I was desperate for you not to send me away.”
    He nodded once abruptly. “I understand your reasons, but you still have to pay for that little stunt.”
    Her eyes widened with surprise. “Pay? Pay how?”
    His smile was slightly unsettling when he fixed his gaze upon her before opening the door to allow her to enter first. “You’ll see, honey.” As she slid by him, he pinched her buttocks hard enough to hurt, and she yelped in surprise and with a hint of pain. She couldn’t deny the pain also sent a throb of pleasure through her core, making her already-sodden panties feel even wetter. She was in a state of anticipation as they began their meal. First, she didn’t know when or how he was going to present the ring, and she briefly wondered if he would withhold it now.
    No, she determined he wouldn’t. Patrick had clearly decided on the course of action before him. He planned to keep her, of that much she was certain. He would find some sort of delicious way to torture her for her fib, and that was the other part of her mingled anxiety and excitement. She couldn’t deny being curious, if a bit fearful, of whatever his punishment entailed.
    The ring came with dessert, a luscious poached pear with a vanilla caramel drizzle. As soon as the pear appeared before her, he took the box from his pocket and also removed the ring.
    “Will you be my wife?”
    It wasn’t the most romantic proposal, but she wouldn’t have expected flowery words from him anyway. He was a man who showed rather than spoke how he felt. Bringing her here for this fancy dinner, knowing her tastes well enough to send the jeweler looking for the antique rings, and the way he had given her body so much pleasure already showed her that. She didn’t need a long speech. All she needed was him.
    Unexpected tears welled in her eyes as she held out her left hand, allowing him to slip on the ring. It was a perfect fit, as she had known it would be, since she had just tried it on earlier in the day. It had been a surprise to find it required no