I scrunch up my nose in confusion. When would he have proven that? Does he think bringing me to orgasm and grinding me on his… penis proves he wants me? God, I hope not. Because that’s not enough for me.
“N-no,” I stammer.
The smile that spreads across his features is downright sinful. Nothing like the cruel or arrogant smirks I know too well by now. No, this is real. Instead of answering me with words, he gets up from the couch and casually kicks the table between us aside. Sending the chess pieces scattering.
“What are you…” I trail off when he positions himself between my spread legs and sinks to his knees in front of me. “Raffaele,” I breathe.
Taking my hand, he laces his fingers through mine. His other hand comes up to my face, his thumb grazing my lower lip with a pressure that feels both like a caress and a claim. He’s so close his scent fills my senses, making my head spin.
His gaze drops to my mouth, and I see the pupils of his eyes blow wide until they are nearly black. “Ever heard the expression ‘the lips can lie, but a kiss tells the truth’?” he rasps.
I shake my head.
“My kisses don’t lie,” he snarls, sounding genuinely offended by the insinuation. “And neither do I. But since you don’t believe me, I’ll have to convince you another way.”
At his words, my brain short-circuits. Raffaele Russo wants to convince me. But it’s his husky tenor that makes my insides clench deliciously. “O-okay,” I breathe.
I let out a startled yelp when he palms my hips and lifts me off the chair. With hurried movements, he moves us so we’re both standing in front of the fireplace.
Raffaele’s eyes don’t leave mine as he pops the button on my jeans and lowers the zipper. I quickly suck my stomach in, not wanting him to feel the way the jeans cut into my flesh. They’re too small, but that’s not enough to deter me from wearing them. Not when they’re the last…
My thoughts are cut off when I realize he’s kneeling in front of me, tugging on my ankle to get me to lift it. I brace myself with one hand on his shoulder and lift first one foot, then the other.
When he reaches for my panties, I slap his hand away. “D-don’t.”
He arches a brow, his sage green eyes darkened with… I’m not sure. “You won’t let me look at you?” he asks, incredulity lilting his words.
Without giving me time to answer, he growls while sitting up on his knees, his mouth so close to my center I can feel his hot breath coming in warm puffs.
“Raffaele,” I gasp. “What are you—”
“I’m going to fucking eat you,” he declares, darkness dripping from each word. “I’m going to fucking consume you, Piccola.And I’m not stopping until you scream my name and tell me you believe me.”
My eyes widen and my breath catches in my throat. The way he’s looking at me—like I’m something delicious he can’t wait to taste—makes my entire body tremble. No one has ever looked at me like this—with such raw hunger.
“I—” The words die in my throat as his warm hands slide up the back of my thighs, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to his face.
“Do I need to stop?” he asks, his voice a dangerous rumble that vibrates against my skin. “Tell me now.”
I can’t speak. Can’t think. My heart hammers so loudly in my chest I’m sure he can hear it. I should say no. Should push him away and maintain whatever small dignity I have left.
Instead, I shake my head.
“Words,” he demands. “I need to hear you say it.”
“No,” I whisper. “Don’t stop.”
His smile is slow and predatory. “Good girl.”
Without warning, he presses his mouth against me through my panties. The heat of his breath, the pressure of his lips—it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My knees buckle, but his grip on my ass keeps me upright.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my fingers flying to his hair, unsure if I want to push him away or pull him closer.
He chuckles against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. “I’m just getting started.”
His teeth catch the edge of my panties, and he tugs them to the side with his mouth, exposing me completely. I want to cover myself, to hide, but before I can move, his tongue slides through my folds in one long, devastating lick.
“Raffaele!” His name tears from my throat as my head falls back.
