Page 45 of One Filthy Kiss

“Si, amore. Say it.”

“Si, amore.” Because I’m the one who is tied up here, and I will literally repeat anything he tells me to say if it means that he’ll make me come.

“Should I believe you?” He’s still holding me open, and he still hasn’t touched me.

“Yes.Si!Lick me, Gio, or I’ll come without you.”

“That’s more like it, bella. Miofiore.”

He slides his tongue into my sex, and the results are instantaneous. My orgasm has been lurking right there, just waiting for this moment. I’m panting, my brain cells are reeling, and I’m going to come all over his face before he even touches my clit.

Gio pulls his tongue out and sits back on his haunches. “I guess you really did miss me.”

“Yes. Lick me, Gio.” I sound desperate.

Iamdesperate!

“I think I should make you wait, huh?”

He slides a finger into me and leaves it there, with my pussy tightening around it. He sucks my inner thigh, drawing blood just beneath the surface of the skin. He sucks my mound. The tip of his tongue barely flicks inside me before he slides it back out again, teasing, tormenting me because he knows how badly I want it.

When he finally slides his finger out of me, I’m concentrating so hard on holding back my orgasm, that I barely notice until he opens me up again and drags his tongue across my clit. I last about ten seconds before I explode.

Gio keeps right on holding me open, licking and sucking and licking some more, and my orgasm keeps right on coming.

I’m completely spent, and my entire body is limp when he slides his cock inside me, all the way. His mouth smothers mine, and he holds onto my bound wrists, kissing me without coming up for air while his cock pounds into me, and he fills me with his own cum.

For a long while after, we lay on Gio’s bed, relaxed in each other’s arms with no need for words.

When his phone vibrates somewhere on the floor, I twist my face and kiss him on the lips. “Do you have to get that?”

“I should.”

I don’t want him to leave my side, but I understand how much of his time he has devoted to me and Amber since we met.

I roll over and watch him cross the room to locate his pants in a crumpled heap on the floor. He finds his phone and raises it to his ear. I can hear the wasp-buzz of the voice on the other end, but it’s the way Gio’s eyes snap to mine that fills me with dread.

“Where are you now?” He looks away, and I know something is wrong.

Then, I remember that Amber is with Ric, and my heart almost leaps from my chest.

I move on autopilot, sliding my legs over the side of the bed, pulling on my clothes, trying to ignore how weak my legs feel.

He ends the call, and his words hit me like snowballs, whump, whump, whump.

“They’ve lost Amber.”

10

GIOVANNI

I can’t stopMeggie from coming with me, but I don’t want her to see me like this.

My jaw is clenched so tightly I could grind my back teeth to dust. Someone’s head will roll for this, and first in line will be Ric. I pay him to protect me and the people I care about; I don’t pay him to look away for a moment and lose a vulnerable five-year-old in the middle of a city teeming with people, some of whom won’t have a child’s best interests at heart.

“Where did you last see her?”

We meet Ric outside the hotel on the busy sidewalk. Pedestrians sidestep around us. A man in a cheap gray suit growls something under his breath, too fucking cowardly to say it to my face, and dashes across the road when he sees the rage in my eyes.