I don’t answer, trying my best not to concentrate on him while we eat.I refuse to let him get to me with that deep gravelly voice of his.I inhale a deep breath, half wishing I could lose myself in a very unhealthy dose of alcohol, but that’s not going to keep me sharp, and that’s how I have to stay tonight.Sharp, alert, and ready to protect myself from the seduction of the devilish rogue.
Because men like him, they can’t be trusted.Not even a little bit.Remember your training, remember all the games the enemy plays, and remember that you are a Cassone.I sit up a little taller.
I swear it’s as though he knows exactly what’s going through my mind.He finishes the last of a scallop, washing it down with a sip of his wine, those dark eyes watching me as I push the last of my scallop around the creamy sauce.“Not exactly where you thought you would find yourself when you came home from school break?”
I bite into the tender morsel with more zeal than intended and chew, watching the sardonic ass assess my reaction.As though he is not one bit responsible for the situation that I currently find myself in.
“No, it’s not.You could let me go.Instead, you play games.”
He smirks, and after we finish eating he stands, removing our plates from the table as I watch the powerful muscles ripple beneath his black suit.When he returns to his seat, he crooks a finger.“Come kitten, it’s time for my dessert.Then we’ll see if you can resist my charms.”
Deep breath….
The arrogant bastard.I’ll play along and I will resist his charms, no matter that my nipples ache with need and my center already feels embarrassingly slick.He takes my hand over the table, coaxing me along.“Come, sit on my lap.”
I swallow through the lump which has formed in the back of my throat.I can stop this, I can say no but then lose my chance of winning the bet.Let him do his best, enjoy what he has to offer, but under no circumstances say or scream the bastard’s name.
I stand slowly, refusing to be intimidated, or to beg off of a bet that will free my family from our debt.Instead I let the long slit of my dress part all the way up to my thigh, taking pleasure in the interest on his face.“Fine.”
His eyebrow cocks with challenge.“Straddle my lap and face me, kitten.”
I inhale a deep breath.He is not going to make this easy but I’m not planning to cave.I gather the long folds of my dress as I place one leg on either side of him.He doesn’t make it awkward, sliding a hand around my hip to steady me as I do, bringing me down on his lap as he watches, intrigued with my seemingly easy submission, but the devil is not fooled for a moment.
And I did not expect him to be.
“You are brave, and determined to pay this debt, even at a cost to yourself, yet you shrug off the loyalty to your family as though it were a sin.”
I arch a well-manicured eyebrow.“My family, they are my everything, but the business side of it, as you call the profession.I have no use for the illegal products, the guns, the women, the drugs, and everything else that is moved in the name of the family, it’s just not in my future.My sister will be the one who carries that burden, unfortunately for her.”
Massimo strokes a finger down the length of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.His fingers trail, lowering the glitzy silver strap of my gown to expose the tips of my nipples traitorously straining for the heat of his touch.He does not make me wait, caressing first one, and then baring the other to do the same, stroking them while my center heats as his cock hardens beneath the bareness of my skin.“This attraction between us, there is no denying the chemistry, kitten,” he whispers before lowering his mouth to my breast.
His hands cradle my hips, moving me against the rigidity of his cock while sucking first one and then the other nipple, teasing and nipping at the tender and sensitive flesh, pausing to kiss the length of my neck and whisper in my ear.“Your clit is on fire isn’t it, Sophia?Tell me you want me to touch you there,” he coaxes, his lips trailing down the sensitive column to kiss my tips again.
It’s a game I knew we were going to play, and there is no denying the attraction, besides, as long as I do not say his name, I will continue to win.And damn I want and need his touch so bad my pussy is weeping for his touch.“Yes, I want you to touch me there,” I say on a whispered breath.
The gold flecks dance against the darkness of his eyes.Massimo lifts me onto the table in front of him, and lays me back, placing my heels on his thighs.The silky material parts as my body shivers with undeniable desire and anticipation of what’s to come.
The strokes a finger down the length of my slit as he watches my reaction.“So pretty, kitten.”
His hooded eyes remain focused on me as the flat of his tongue slides over the sensitive nub of my clit, causing me to gasp, clenching my hands at my side to stem the wave of pleasure as he does it again, and then again.That silky tongue washes over me, exploring the sensitive areas that make me squirm and want to scream.
Massimo’s strong hands reach beneath me, lifting me to him, allowing him unrestricted access to lick me from opening to clit and then back again, teasing me unmercifully with every stroke of warm, wet heat.He murmurs against my skin.“It’s time for my dessert now, kitten.Give me permission, tell me you want me to lick every bit of your cream.”
I swallow through the pleasure, while his hand moves from my hips to rub my nipples, squeezing them with more pressure.I should be mortified, embarrassed, that he’s touching me at all or knows I like a little pain, but it’s far too late for that.I love every single minute, and the handsome devil knows it.“Please,” I beg.
He watches me intently with those dark eyes, his wavy dark locks falling to one side as he licks just off center, causing me to suppress an involuntary groan.His caress is like warm velvet.So close, but so far away.“Please, lick.”
“Lick what, kitten?”he asks, sliding first one finger and then two into my wet pussy, fueling the pulsing desire that has already begun to build.
It’s hard to concentrate on anything except that velvety tongue circling over the bareness of my mound and then that sensitive little nub and below.“My cream, please.”
The tip of his tongue slides over my clit, while his fingers rub the sensitive walls inside, rubbing against that front spot, driving me into a frenzy like never before.“Please?”I beg.
That velvety tongue lifts, and his head tilts while he licks slightly off the mark.I shake my head and his eyes dance with amusement, amusement at my expense.“Please, I won’t scream your name tonight,” I whisper hoarsely.
“I should make you suffer tonight, tie your hands so that you writhe in your bed, trying to rub your little pussy on anything that will give you a release.But that would be cruel, right kitten?”
He licks a little closer to the mark and my traitorous hips arch in response.
