His fingers start pumping harder in and out of me. Rough—almost violent.
Fuck me, I love it.
I cry out, waves of pleasure crashing through me, my pussy spasming around his fingers as I come harder than I ever thought possible. He doesn't stop, drawing it out until I'm shaking, gasping for air.
Finally, he pulls his hand free, bringing his fingers to his mouth.
No. Wait. He can’t mean to?—
He licks them clean, tasting me with a satisfied hum. "Not tired of not thinking yet?"
My face goes up in flames. "No," I breathe, my voice hoarse, my body still humming with need.
He grins, dark and predatory. "Then get on your hands and knees."
My heart races as I obey, rolling over and pushing up onto all fours, my ass presented to him like an offering. I glance back, seeing the hunger in his eyes, and a thrill shoots through me.
He’s going to do it. He’s going to fuck me like he said.
And he’s not going to stop.
A thrill zaps through me at the thought of being helpless underneath him. Of feeling his cock push inside me regardless of what I say or do.
Have I mentioned yet how fucked up I am?
But if Giovanni thinks I’m broken, he doesn’t say a word about it.
“Last chance to stop,” he murmurs and waits.
I know he’s waiting for me to say no, or stop him, but I don’t. No, never.
16
GIOVANNI
Iwatch Amber shift into position, her body rising onto all fours on the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, ass presented to me like a goddamn invitation.
The sight hits me hard—her back arching slightly, her bronze skin flushed from her earlier release, that wild dark hair spilling over her shoulders. She's always been fire and fight, spitting venom and pushing back at every turn, but here she is, compliant, submissive, giving herself over without a word. It stirs something primal in me, a need to protect and possess all at once. Beneath that tough exterior, she's been neglected too long, starved for someone to take the reins and give her everything.
And fuck if I won't be that man.
I move behind her silently, not letting her catch my approach in the dim light. No warning, just the sudden warmth of my fingers trailing down her naked back, from the dip between her shoulder blades to the curve of her spine.
Her breath hitches sharply, a small sound that sends a rush through my veins.
I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, "You're perfect like this, Amber. So open, so ready for me."
My hands roam lightly, feather-soft touches along her sides, skimming her ribs, then up to graze the undersides of her breasts. Goosebumps erupt across her skin, her body shivering under my fingertips as I trace the line of her hip, the inside of her thigh. Every twitch, every intake of breath—I catalog it all, learning her like a map I plan to explore forever.
She trembles when I grip her thighs, spreading her legs wider. Her pussy glistens, still slick and swollen from her orgasm, warm heat radiating from her core.
I can't resist.
I drop down, burying my face between her legs, my tongue plunging straight inside her.
The taste of her—sweet, musky, addictive—drives me insane. I thrust my tongue deep, fucking her with it, lapping at her folds while my hands hold her steady.
She squirms against my mouth, gasping, then moaning low and desperate as I devour her, sucking her clit before diving back in. Her pussy flutters deliciously around my tongue. The thought of those silken walls around my cock is enough to make me groan into her folds.
