At the question, I could see the hurt flare in his eyes, hotter than his passion. He was still stung that sometimes I felt he was a stranger—and he still was. It was hard to get to know the new side of him. This beast was as hard as stone, willing to go the lengths to earn his place in the Faustifamiglia,and the only connection between him and my husband was blood.
“I love you,” I said, and then my breath trembled out of me at the sudden rush from his touch. His strong fingers barely brushed my leg as he helped me out of one heel and then the other. “No matter who you are.”
His hands caressed back up, coming to cup my behind. He pulled me forward and I went, like the tide goes to the moon, and straddled him on the chair.
He would’ve never had me in this position if the outside world could see into our private space. He was too protective of what he considered his.
His big palms caressed my behind until one hand came down against my hip, and a slap rang out in the room. I sucked in a breath, the sting of it reaching my lower stomach, making me almost snap my legs shut. My eyes closed; a moan trembled from my lips.
“Mossa,” he said, smoothing over the spot he’d slapped. It wasn’t hard enough to make a mark, but enough that my entire body started to quiver with want.
I started tomovefor him then.
He was motionless as he watched me dance, except for his face, and the bulge he couldn’t hide. It strained against his pants.
“Undress me,” he said, his voice gruff.
“My pleasure,” I whispered.
Using hands and teeth, I removed his suit piece by piece, discarding them on the floor as though they cost nothing. The real prize was underneath.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew he was doing this to punish me, to make me want him even more. His flesh was hot and firm, so smooth, and his muscles as hard as granite. His scent was even stronger, his skin releasing the deep breath it had been holding,
and it was becoming an aphrodisiac, mingling with the spirits on his tongue, fogging up my mind.
Neither of us were going to get anywhere if the slip stayed on my body. I ached to come down, to feel him deep inside of me, to watch his face transform as we became one. But I continued to move, knowing what drove him wild.
When he went to touch me, I moved his hands and ticked my mouth.
“I’m not done.”
He didn’t enjoy being told what to do, or having his wants dismissed with a flick of the hand. He growled at me—a true growl that I felt in my bones—and I lost my breath, the sound of it drivingmewild. I came back more amorous than before.
I wanted him inside of me, ten different ways at once, until my body was too spent to move.
Taking me with him, he stood and then set me down on my feet.
“On your knees,” he commanded in Italian.
I slid down his body, my hands caressing his sides, until I was, and looking up at him, ran my tongue along his length, teasing him until I took him deep into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he said, a breath hissing out after the word.
His hands came to my hair, and my eyes blurred with tears from the size of him. The vibrations of my moans turned him on even more, and when I took a handful of his balls in my hands, he seized me up in a lightning quick move.
He laid me down gently on the bed, a fierce gleam in his eyes that made me tremble. His hands came down on each side of my head, and his head came in close, his nose sliding against mine.
He ticked his mouth, mimicking what I’d done to him, a warning that he was about to seek his revenge for me pushing him away.
My eyes shut tight, my mouth gasped for breath, my hands searched for purchase to keep me from falling from some absurd height as his hands and mouth were all over me.
He still didn’t undress me.
I was powerless against the intensity of his touch and kiss. The heat from his eyes burned as he watched me open to him, totally bared.
It didn’t take long for my body to surrender to his.
The pulse between my legs throbbed, and I could’ve sworn he was starved for the taste of it, a beast out for blood, when his mouth finished me off.
