"I like red on you," he says, voice husky. He takes another sip, eyes locked on me like prey.
I take a step forward, reaching behind me once again to unhook my bra. I support the cups with one hand, letting the lace fall gradually. I feel wicked, naughty, and hot all at once. I've never stripped like this, but judging by the wetness gathering between my legs, it's turning me on as much as him—if the growing bulge in his pants is any indication.
I watch his Adam's apple bob when he swallows, and I slowly advance toward him, making my way between his legs. I'm so turned on that every single particle of my skin burns with desire. I plant my hands on both of his widespread thighs because, honestly, my knees are about to give in, and lower myself between his legs.
"How was your day?" I sound like I smoke two packs of cigarettes a day; the words feel like they're scratching their way down my throat.
"It's getting better by the second," Marcello rasps. "I'm so fucking hard for you right now. You're driving me insane, Violet."
I move my palms up from his knees, over his thighs, spreading my fingers, digging into his skin, and making my way to the inside, savoring the hardness of his muscles underneath. I trail my hands up to his belt and loosen it before I unzip his fly. My hands glide over the thick, unyielding length of him, and my lips part, just slightly, as I lean in. I let my voice drip like honey—slow, sultry, and full of promise. "Mmm… looks like someone's been missing me. Hard."
He groans, head falling back. "I've been rock-hard since you walked out this morning. You think teasing me like that is safe, tesoro? You've got no idea how badly I need to taste you."
His words soak my panties. I lick my dry lips and slip my hands into his briefs, wrapping my fingers around the swollen shaft. I lean in, breathe against it, feel it jerk in my grip. An indescribable power ignites inside me when I watch his fingers clench on the armrest. My tongue flicks out and licks the salty, earthy tip. A low moan escapes him, fueling my confidence.
I trail my tongue down from the head to his balls, suck them into my mouth, and play with them. He tenses and trembles underneath me.
"Fuck, Violet, that feels fantastic," he groans. "You're unbelievable."
Scott was more concerned than turned on by the other little talent I have, well, some might call it a talent; he called it a birth defect. Anyway, I don't have a gag reflex. None. Something I've explored with great interest and pleasure from a young age, sticking ice creams and lollipops down first, and later… later, I entertained the girls by nearly swallowing a cucumber whole. Marcello doesn't know it yet, but he's in for a treat. Or so I've been told bynormalmen—other than Scott.
I lick his shaft up and down, then I open my mouth and take the large head in first, playing my tongue around it, tasting more of him. Slowly, I dip lower and deeper, hollow out my cheeks, and twirl my tongue around his length.
"God, that mouth of yours is going to be the death of me," he curses, thrusting up into my mouth. Spittle gathers at the corners of my lips.
My hand slips back to cup his balls, massaging before I give them another flick of my tongue. With a guttural roar, he comes—hard and relentless. I swallow every drop, still moving my tongue, and finally release him with a wet plop.
He pulls me up by my armpits, flips me to straddle him, and claims my lips in a fierce kiss. "Fuck, that was the best goddam blowjob in the history of blowjobs," he praises when his lips lift from mine. He's still out of breath, I can feel the erratic hammering of his heart, and pride swells inside me for having done this. For having turned this controlled mafia king into this wrecked, undone version of himself, eyes glazed, voice raw, hands still gripping me like I'm the only thing anchoring him to Earth.
His hand slides down my flank, brushes against my naked breast, then pinches my nipple between two fingers. "Two can play this game, my little vixen," he purrs. He lifts his whiskey glass and presses the cold side against my nipple; I shiver and mewl. His tongue follows, warming me, then he pours a little whiskey over my breast and laps it up, making me arch against him.
He adjusts me on his cock, pushes me back so I'm resting on his lap. "You're dripping for me," he murmurs, thumb pressing into my clit. He hooks two fingers into my soaked underwear and drags them aside before plunging inside me.
"Fuck, Violet," he whispers in my ear, in a voice that's thick with lust. "Is that from sucking me so well or from knowing I'm about to fuck you so hard you'll see stars?"
I arch up onto him, head dropping forward against his chest, sweat and whiskey mingling on my skin. His fingers curl inside me, and each stroke lights me on fire. My walls contract around him, my nerve endings knotting in pure, desperate pleasure. "That's it, baby—feel how wet you get for me."
I'm drowning in pleasure, his dirty talk fuels me as he fucks his fingers into me, his thumb circles my clit in perfect rhythm. "You are mine tonight," he rasps, voice ragged. "And I'm gonna make you beg for more."
"Boss?" A voice calls out. I'm too far gone to recognize it; there is nothing in this world right now, not even an earthquake, that could stop the tsunami breaking through me.
"I don't give a shit if the world is on fire. Not now!" Marcello yells.
"Marcello!" I cry as the world's most exquisite bliss takes me over the edge. Panting and mewling, I collapse on his lap, burning and pulsing from the inside out.
"Are you okay?" He asks, nibbling on my ear.
I manage a weak nod, mumbling something that sounds like, "I think so."
He picks me up and carries me over to the bed. "I'll be right back."
I stretch on the luxurious linen like a cat, amazed at how I can feel every cell of my body humming. My toes are still curling and uncurling, and I'm sure I have the goofiest smile plastered over my face.
From the other room, I hear voices and the unmistakable sound of bags rustling, bringing me fully to my senses. My legs are still a bit wobbly, but they keep me steady as I reach for my dress, which I had discarded on the floor, and pull it over my head. I marvel at how effortlessly I opened the damn thing, but now I have a hell of a time zipping it back up.
By all the hells, that woman is a goddess. I've never had a woman give herself this completely to me. The way she came undone in my arms was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And that out-of-this-world blow job? Absolutely mind-boggling.
Incensed over the interruption, I make my way into the living room to see what Alejandro wants, and if he isn't warning me that the world has ended, I'll end him.
