Ryan Reign: A Dark Mafia Romance. Book 4 of New York Ruthless

The following morning, Conor and I are chatting on the laptop when Shane walks out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist, sitting right below his perfectly chiseled abs.

“Jessie was telling me about last night,” Conor says with a chuckle as Shane walks over to the bed.

Shane chuckles too. “You have gone to the wrong brother looking for sympathy from Conor, sweetheart. He hates Sean O’Connor even more than I do.”

“What?” Conor growls. “Sean O’Connor was the guy you were flirting with?”

“I wasn’t flirting,” I protest.

“She was, Con,” Shane says as he crawls onto the bed, holding himself over me and pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades. “She smiled at him.”

“You smiled at Sean O’Connor?” Con asks me, his eyes narrowed as he leans closer to the screen.

“He told me a funny joke about lawyers.”

Shane continues kissing my back, making me squirm as heat sears between my thighs. “It wasn’t her regular smile, Con. It was that one that makes her eyes twinkle. You know the one?”

“Our smile?” Connor shakes his head and I open my mouth to protest but for a few seconds, I am completely lost for words. “Why do I feel like you two have some kind of secret code or language that I don’t understand?” I eventually ask.

“Because we do,” Shane mumbles against my skin.

“So why is her ass not red raw?” Conor grumbles.

“Because I was an asshole,” Shane replies. “I had some making up of my own to do.”

“Yes. He was an asshole,” I say with a vigorous nod of my head. “That’s what we were talking about, not me smiling at some random dude who I have zero interest in.”

“But Shane is always an asshole, Angel. I am far more interested in you smiling at that cunt, O’Connor.”

“I didn’t know how much you hated him,” I whisper as Shane’s warm hand slides beneath my tank top and I shiver at his touch.

“Well you will know as soon as you get home, Angel. Because your beautiful ass is going to get the spanking of its life. You’ll be sleeping on your front for a week.”

“I was just being polite.” I offer in a feeble protest because wet heat surges between my thighs at the thought.

“Shane will have to punish you for now, until you get back here.”

“You can’t punish me now and then when I get home for the same thing. That’s not fair!”

“Did our girl just tell us we couldn’t do something?” Conor looks behind me and at Shane who stops kissing my back and looks up at his brother on the screen.

“I think she did,” he chuckles. “But I gotta say I love our girl talking about getting home and knowing that’s with us.”

“Hmm,” Conor nods.

“But you’re right, Con, she needs to be punished.” His fingers trail down my back, making me shiver in anticipation and excitement. “What are you thinking?”

I glance at Shane behind me and he licks his lips, but the wicked glint in his eyes makes my entire body tremble.

“For starters, that ass needs to be turned a pretty shade of pink,” Conor says, running a hand over his beard.

“What?” I shake my head.

“Hands? Belt? Something else?” Shane asks, ignoring my question as he starts to take off my top.

“So we’re really doing this?” I ask as Shane continues peeling my tank over my head before pulling my arms through. I wriggle beneath him but he is straddling me now and he is too heavy for me to shift.

Shane tosses my top onto the floor. “Yes,” he growls as he leans down and cups my chin in his hand, tilting my head before he kisses me softly.

“Hands will do fine,” Conor replies.

“Hmm,” Shane mumbles as he rubs one over my ass.

“And then some good old fashioned edging should do the trick. Until I can get my hands on her.”

“What’s edging?” I ask, my mouth hanging open as I look between the two of them.

“Oh, Angel,” Conor growls.

“Orgasm denial,” Shane whispers in my ear before he pushes himself up and hooks his fingers into the band of my underwear and begins to pull them off me. “Let’s get you naked, sweetheart.”

I look up at Conor on the screen as Shane tosses my panties onto the floor.

“Which way do you want her, Con?” Shane asks.

“Facing the head of the bed. Ass in the air,” he orders.

“You heard him. Up,” Shane commands as he taps me on the ass and I push myself onto all fours and maneuver myself into position as he grabs two pillows and slides them beneath my stomach. Once he’s done he takes my hands and lays them flat on the bed, my arms outstretched above my head and my face pressed against the duvet so I can see Conor on the laptop screen. He licks his lips in anticipation as he watches his brother work.

My thighs tremble as I wait for whatever Shane is about to do to me. I do love his punishments, but I don’t know how serious the two of them are about this flirting thing – which I definitely wasn’t doing.

“That okay, bro?” Shane asks as I lie there in position. Waiting.

“Perfect!” Conor growls.

“Let’s see how red we can turn this ass then,” Shane chuckles to himself before he kneels on the bed behind me.

A few seconds later, I feel the sting of his first slap as it echoes around the hotel bedroom. Then another. And another. Over and over as Conor encourages him from the screen. His spanking is hard but I’ve certainly had worse from him and the burning sensation on my ass is making the burning need in my pussy grow stronger with each passing second. I squirm on the pillows and Shane chuckles behind me, knowing exactly what he is doing to me. Fiend!

“How wet is she, bro?” Conor growls.

Shane slides two of this thick fingers deep into my pussy and I bite my lip to stifle the groan.

“Soaking,” he says as he pulls them out of me again. “See?”

I realize he must be holding them up for his brother to see as Conor groans in appreciation, then the sound of Shane sucking his fingers clean makes my cheeks flush with heat. “So fucking sweet,” he growls.

“I know. She’s always sweeter after a spanking too,” Conor chuckles.

“Hmm,” Shane agrees as he smacks my ass again before sliding his fingers back inside me. Then he finger fucks me while he spanks me at the same time and I feel like I’m about to lose control, but he won’t let me. He keeps me teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Shane?” I plead with him to take pity on me.

He leans over me until I feel his cock pressing against the seam of my ass. “It’s Conor’s show, sweetheart.”

“No way, Angel,” Conor says in response and I groan in frustration as Shane pulls his fingers out of me and slaps my wet pussy making me cry out in pleasure. Devil!

“This ass is fucking beautiful, Con,” he says as he circles his finger over my asshole. “It think we should buy our girl some nice jeweled plugs for it, don’t you?”

My pussy clenches at the thought.

“Hmm. If she can learn to behave herself, maybe?” Conor replies.

“Imagine taking her out knowing she was wearing one? Fuck!” Shane hisses as he slides one wet finger inside my ass, right up to his knuckle, making me whimper as he slowly finger fucks me there now. His other hand slides between my folds and he begins rubbing gently on my clit, bringing me to the verge of orgasm again.

“Fuck, you look good getting punished, Jessie,” Conor growls.

I look at the screen to see him stroking his rock hard cock while he watches his brother and me and the sight of him causes a rush of wet heat that makes me shudder. Sensing I am about to fall off the edge, Shane sits back on his heels, stopping his delicious torment and making me groan in frustration.

He rubs his hands over my ass instead.

“Am I fucking her cunt or her ass for you?” he asks his brother.

“Both,” Conor replies and I gasp for breath. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Shane obliges by grabbing hold of my hips, keeping me in place as he drives his cock into my pussy. My walls clench around him and I can’t stop the yelp of pleasure escaping from my throat. Then he slides his thumb into my ass at the same time and I whimper shamelessly.

He fucks me slowly as Conor keeps on urging him on from his office in New York.

I am on the verge of passing out if he doesn’t give me some relief soon. I reach down and slide my hands between my thighs but Shane grabs hold of it and plants it back on the bed beside me. “You touch yourself again, sweetheart, and you won’t come at all,” he warns.

“You’re a devil,” I groan as he goes back to his punishing steady rhythm.

“Fuck her harder, Shane,” Conor groans.

“If I fuck her any harder, she’s going to come. So it’s up to you, Con. You wanna see our girl come hard all over my cock, or do you want me to keep torturing her for you?”

“Fuck!” Conor groans in frustration as though this is a really difficult decision and it’s him being tortured and not me.

“Please, Conor?” I beg as I gasp for breath.

“Oh, Angel. I love the way you beg,” he sighs. “But fortunately for you, I love hearing you come even more.”

With permission finally given, Shane pulls the pillow from beneath me and presses me flat to the bed with the weight of his body. “Spread those legs wide for me, sweetheart,” he growls in my ear and I do as he tells me. Then he rolls his hips, pressing deeper and further into me, hitting that sweet spot that makes stars flicker behind my eyelids. As I think I can’t take any more he pulls out and drives back in ever harder than the last time and I come with a rush of wet heat that soaks the duvet beneath us.

“Fuck!” Shane hisses.

“Did you just make her squirt?” Conor groans as his brother keeps on fucking me through my orgasm and the wet sound of him pounding me echoes around the room. With a final thrust, Shane finds his own release too and after he has emptied himself inside me, he lies down on top of me, panting for breath. As I glance at the screen, I see Conor cleaning himself with paper towels and realize all three of us have now had our happy ending.

Shane presses a kiss against my temple. “Good girl,” he whispers and my pussy contracts. Why the hell do I love him saying that to me?

“You two are devils,” I groan and they both laugh softly.

“Will you ever flirt with another man again though, Angel?” Conor says.

“Hmm?” I chew on my lip, because that was epic.

Shane pushes himself up and smacks my ass. Hard.

“No! I won’t,” I yelp.

“Good,” they both say in unison.

“As much as I’d love to hang around chatting with you two, I need to get some sleep,” Conor says with a yawn.

“And I got plenty of shit to do,” Shane glances at his watch and then jumps off the bed and walks to the laptop. “Catch you later, Con.”

“Later, bro. Love you, Angel.”

“Love you, too,” I say with a smile and then he winks at me before ending the call.

I roll onto my back and Shane sits beside me and brushes my hair back from my face. “You going to be okay here on your own today?”

I sigh dramatically. “I’m sure I’ll survive for one day. I’m going to watch some trashy TV, I think.”

“Don’t leave the suite. Okay?”

“Okay,” I bite on my bottom lip and look up at his handsome face.

“What is it?” he frowns at me.

“Nothing.”

“Jessie!” he snaps.

“Do you not want me to come with you because of what happened yesterday?” I whisper. The thought that I somehow embarrassed him has been eating away at me all morning.

I see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows and tears prick at my eyes. I bet Erin would never show him up like that. “Hey,” he cups my chin in his hand. “I’m meeting with some people today. It’s delicate. That’s all.”

“And you don’t want me to embarrass you.” I sniff. “I understand.”

“No, sweetheart. You couldn’t embarrass me if you tried, but you do distract me and I need to focus today.”

“If I’m such a distraction why did you bring me here?”

He narrows his eyes at me. “Jessie, don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t pick a fight with me when I have to leave, sweetheart.”

“I’m not trying to,” I whisper, but somehow we always seem to be on the verge of a fight. Is that the way things will always be between us?

“Sean O’Connor is a cunt. What happened yesterday was because he acted like one. But regardless of that, I wasn’t planning on taking you with me today anyway. I told you before we left you’d have to spend some time here on your own.”

I place my hand over his. “I know,” I whisper.

“So don’t ever accuse me of being ashamed of you, Jessie Ryan. I would wear your naked ass like a coat if it wouldn’t get us arrested for indecency,” he winks at me and I stifle a giggle.

“Now, I gotta take another shower because I’m covered in your cum,” he says before leaning down and giving me a quick kiss.