His left hand clutches me around my waist, drawing me back into him so I could feel how hard he is against my ass. “Do you know how hard it was for me to not drive my cock into you in front of all those people?”
My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head, especially when his fingers drag up my slit, finding my clit swollen and sensitive. “I would have liked it.”
“Would you?” Alessandro asks roughly, calloused fingertips making circles around me.
My hips jerk and I bite down a cry.
It’s just too good, his touch firm and sure and so much better than whenever I’ve touched myself. “Would you have liked everyone watching me claim you?”
His lips close around the lobe of my ear, his teeth nipping. I whimper. “Yes.”
He chuckles.
Two fingers slide lower to my entrance, dipping inside me.
He presses his lips against the hollow beneath my ear, his tongue sliding out to taste my skin.
He curls his fingers inside me, setting me on goddamn fire. “I’ll have to keep that in mind.”
I arch my back, trying to get him to move, but he resists me.
The heel of his hand rocks against my clit as he thrusts inside me, fingers driving me closer to the edge with each skillful curl.
The slick sounds of his fingers against my skin are loud, almost as loud as the wanton whimpers I try to swallow but can’t.
The room fills with my noises, proof of my desire, and it is so goddaman crude that I can’t help but blush.
My thighs start to tremble, my insides fluttering as he fingers me.
“Never thought of you as an exhibitionist,” Alessandro murmurs into my throat. “But you continuously surprise me, Bianca.”
I gasp, chest heaving as he quickens, fucking me with his fingers.
My eyes shut, lips parting.
Almost. Almost.There?—
Just as I begin to clench, Alessandro withdraws his hand, fingers sliding out of me, abandoning me entirely.
What thefuck.
My eyes fly open and I crane my head to glare at him, feeling achingly empty and frustrated.
Goddamnthis man.
Alessandro has the fucking audacity tolaughagainst my throat.
“I hate you,” I hiss. “Where’s that goddamn gun? I’ll give you something to laugh about.”
The arm around my waist holds firm, even as I struggle to get away. “When I make you come,” he murmurs against the side of my face, “it’s not going to be on my fingers. It’s going to be on my cock, Bianca.”
He rocks his hips—hiscock—against my ass.
Fuckinghell. I draw in a ragged breath, heart still racing from almost coming. “Alessandro.”
“Love the way you say my name.” He nips my ear. “Almost as much as I love the way you smell.” His inhale is noisy, his exhale fanning hot against my jaw. “Bet you can smell yourself right now, can’t you?”
Asshole. My face burns. The whole room smells like my arousal. “It’s because I want you.”
