The others, the ones from the bachelor party are singing the words to the song. I lean my back against the bar and arch forward, sliding my hand down the front of my pants.
I won’t do it for real, not in front of everyone, but the tips of my fingers brush over my soaked panties and my body tenses when they slip past my clit. It throbs an ache so deliciously bittersweet I could probably make myself orgasm by just thinking about it.
When I open my eyes, all I see is Corrado.
My finger slips down lower.
“Song’s over,” he growls and he pulls my hand out of the top of my pants and drags me through the shouting crowd and into one of the back rooms.
He locks the door behind us and spins around on me, grabbing my wrist and bringing my trembling hand up to his face.
My fingers are soaked.
We both stare at the glistening tips until his eyes lift to mine. He pulls my hand toward his mouth and wraps his lips around them, then sucks softly. My knees go weak from the warmth of his mouth, from the expression on his face, from the moan that’s humming from deep in the back of his throat.
He slides my fingers out of his mouth. “Slide your bottoms off.”
I do as he asks. I’m so wet and I want him to see—I want him to see what he does to me. I pull them down slow, keeping my eyes locked on his wild ones.
“Do you see how wet you get me?” I whisper.
“Was it me you were just dancing for?” he asks, trailing his hands down my sides and lowering his body in front of mine. He knows the answer. He knows it as he kneels in front of me, eye-level to exactly where I need to be touched.
“God, yes.”
His hands shift back, each reaching and cupping each side of my ass. The firm squeeze makes me moan and arch forward, his face no more than an inch away from my inner thighs.
He looks up to me and bites at the bottom of his lip.
I’m dizzy with arousal. If he doesn’t touch me I think I might explode from thethoughtof him touching me. “Corrado,” I beg.
Then his mouth is on me, sucking my clit hard. The feeling is so intense I lose my balance and my back thuds into the door. But he doesn’t let up, he’s sucking and sucking, flicking his tongue in insanely fast movements and, instantly, pleasure builds hard and fast where he’s devouring me.
“Fuck, oh God, oh God. I’m gonna cum. Fuck, Corey.” I’m fisting his hair so I have something to hold onto as I teeter on the edge of complete annihilation. The feeling builds and builds and I start trembling. “Oh fuck,” I cry as my orgasm explodes and shatters against his lips. As soon as I cum, his lips work less frantically, licking in long soft strokes. I guess he knows how sensitive a girl could get right after akneel at the altar.
I’m so weak my back slides down the door until my ass hits the floor.
Chapter 6
Corrado
“You would tell me the truth, right Corrado? If you knew something wasn’t straight here. You’d tell me, right?” Tony rolls up his sleeves and rakes a hand over tired eyes.
“What’s going on, Tony?” I say, closing his office door behind me.
“It’s going on ten years now, isn’t it?” Tony asks.
I pause by the door, my hand still on the handle.
“Ten years ago when our family was slaughtered. Since then I’ve kept the peace, haven’t I?” He motions for me to sit on the chair across from him. Shit, I hate sit downs. “I’ve tried my best to take care of all of you, right? You’ve seen me do so.”
I smile back at him. “Yeah, Tony. Of course. What’s going on?”
“I served justice–justice of my own, mind you–to the rat bastards that had a hand in the slaughter. I made them pay dearly. Some are still paying.”
I never heard the entire story. My mother told me it was probably so horribly violent even a man like Anthony Fretolli couldn’t repeat it.
But I never believed her.
