A frisson of terror moves through me at the thought, but I can’t deny the truth of his words.
“I want you to fuck me where he can catch us.”
“Would you make him watch as you come on my face?” He sweeps his tongue over me again, hitting me right where I need him.
“Yes.” My spine bows at the contact.
“Tell me why, Gabi.”
I release a shaky breath, wondering if I’ll sound like a monster if I admit it. But for once, I don’t care.
“Because…I hate him.”
A soft, reverent kiss presses against my inner thigh. “Want me to kill him?”
I can’t help the awkward laugh that bursts from my chest.
“I wasn’t joking.” He teases the words against me, and something dark slithers through me—a desire I really don’t want to acknowledge.
My life would be better if Riccardo were dead, but I can’t wish that on him. So I do what I normally do in these situations and pretend it didn’t happen.
Eros licks at me with slow, lazy strokes of his tongue. It’s almost torturous, and that aching pressure inside me feels like a slow-burning flame creeping through my veins.
My fingers dig into the sofa, unable to find purchase, so I reach down and grip his hair instead.
A dark laugh rumbles from his chest as he offers me another soft stroke of his tongue.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please, what?” He presses his mouth against me and sucks, and a strangled noise catches in my throat. “Are you aching for it, baby?”
“Yes.” I tilt my hips, desperate for more friction.
“Now you know how I feel when I see you with him.”
Somewhere in the foggy part of my brain, I realize he’s telling me he has seen me with Riccardo, and it sounds like more than once. The rational part of me wants to grab onto that fact and ask more, but the baser part of me really doesn’t care right now.
“I don’t have a choice,” I groan. “Please, I need?—”
“I know what you need.” He swirls his tongue around my clit, and I almost sigh with relief as he deepens the pressure.
“Gabi?” A familiar voice echoes down the hallway as footsteps approach.
The annoyance in Riccardo’s voice pulls a sound of amusement from Eros. I don’t know how he knows it’s him, but I can tell he does.
“Be a good girl, and come on my face,” he hums.
The heat of his words rushes over me as he grips my thighs tighter and starts to devour me.
I bite my lip to stifle the sounds spilling from my throat, but I can’t control them.
It feels so intense, my entire body begins to tremble as the pressure inside me builds.
“Gabi, where the hell are you?” Riccardo calls out again.
“Oh God.” The first contraction rips through me and a cascade of pleasure follows in its wake.
Eros draws it out, wringing every last aftershock from my body until it becomes too much.
