I wet my lips, biting my bottom one.
We were both down to underwear.
She sat back down on the rug and reclined on her palms, completely unapologetic. Matching black lace. My new religion.
“That’s a dangerous outfit,” I murmured, feeling the urge to rip off her camisole and expose the bra teasing me from beneath.
“Oh, this?” She cupped her breast, pretending like she didn’t know exactly what she was doing.
Feeling a current zip through my skin, I glanced down to see her perfect, princess foot rubbing the inside of my thigh.
We stared at each other, stilling – the game slowing but the air heating.
Her lips curled. “You nervous, Matteo?”
“Maybe,” I said, voice low. “You’re so goddamn addicting, it drives me a little crazy. What can I do,Donna? I’m just a mortal man.”
Francesca parted her legs, a clear invitation.
“Make me,” I smirked, not ready to lose yet.
Her eyes snapped back to mine – fire, challenge, and something molten beneath.
God, I wanted to ruin this game. Ruin her doubts about us. Ruin that pretty pussy I could see drenching the lace.
But I wanted her in my bed –every goddamn night– even more.
Whether she knew it or not… We were both already losing. And I was enjoying every second.
She moved before I could blink – slow and deliberate, like a predator who knew exactly how the hunt would end.
Francesca DeMonecrawled across the rug on her hands and knees, black lace catching the dim lights, platinum hair brushing her shoulders like silk. Every inch she closed tightened something low in my stomach.
She moved right between my legs, not stopping until she straddled the air above me – close enough that her breath warmed my throat, close enough that if I leaned forward an inch, our mouths would brush.
She smiled sweetly. It should’ve been a warning.
“So,” She murmured, tilting her head, eyes glittering like she knew every sin running through me, “You thought I wouldn’t notice.”
“Notice what?” I asked – too casual, too quick.
Her hand moved between my legs, cupping my dick through my boxers, and gave me a hard tug – enough to make my breath stutter, a suppressed wince escaping me.
“You swapped cards under the table,” She said, voice soft as velvet, dangerous as a blade. Her lips brushing mine, maddeningly, making me wish she would do nothing but lean into me. “Don’t cheat me again.”
Heat rolled off her, hunger and challenge intertwined like smoke. She smelled like trouble, like cherry wine and winter.
I liked it. Too much.
A slow smile curved my mouth, feeling the size grow in her hand. “Maybe I wanted to see how far you’d go for me.”
“Oh,” she whispered, smile turning naughty. “I’ll go far for you,Capo.”
I believed her. God help me, I wanted her to.
She roughly grabbed me by the jaw, squeezing my face in her hands, forcing me to focus.
“Bad boys don’t get fucked. They get to walk around with a painful, hard cock and think about what they’ve done.”
