Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Go to hell,” I whisper. But drag me there with you.
He spanks me again, then buries his mouth on mine. I moan into his kiss, brain finally breaking. His tongue invades past my teeth, hungry, exploring, devouring. It’s the most sinful kiss I’ve ever experienced. Half punishment, half reward. I wriggle against him, and he spanks me again, and again, kissing me, licking my tongue, biting my lower lip, over and over. I moan into that kiss, whimper, groan, losing myself completely to him.
I gasp for air as he pulls back, his lips red and puckered, his eyes burning. My ass aches from his palm. He gets behind me, roughly wrenching my sports bra up, and teases my breasts with his hands, kneading my stiff nipples. I stay where I am, his hard cock rubbing against my raw ass, hands above my head and my legs spread.
“What a good girl,” he whispers. “Do you know how good you taste? Do you have any idea? You want me to bury my big dick inside your beautiful little cunt, but that’s not what you’re getting, baby. No, I’m going to taste you until you come, and when you’re done, I’m going to shove my fingers deep into your mouth and make you choke on yourself. Do you understand me, little slut?”
“Fuck, you really are a bastard,” I say, goading him, because I want him so bad it hurts.
He drops to his knees behind me. Even though I’m sweaty from my workout, he doesn’t hesitate to spread my ass and tongue my pussy from behind. I gasp, arching myself, and his tongue slides in and out expertly, eating me like his favorite dish.
It feels so fucking good. Right until he spanks me again.
“Fuck!” I look over my shoulder in shock. He plunges his fingers inside me, going deep. Bliss slams into my brain and my eyes roll back. “Fuuuuck,” I say, same word, different meaning.
He spanks me again, and again, then licks me and eats me, alternating pleasure and pain, controlling and dominating me, until I’m right there riding along the edge. I can’t think, can’t breathe. All I want is release. All I want is him.
Until he buries his tongue inside my pussy and reaches around my hip to stroke my clit with two fingers.
“Come for me, princess,” he whispers, licking and stroking faster. “Come for me, baby. Let me taste it. Come on my fucking face.”
I shatter like glass on concrete. I break for this fucking man, this controlling asshole beast, this sexy-as-sin killer, this everything I should hate. I come and come, and he doesn’t stop until I’m shaking so hard I feel like I might fall over.
And finally, when I’m done, he carries me to bed. His strong arms wrap around my body, and he gently lays me down on top of the mattress. He curls up beside me, and just as he promised, he shoves his fingers into my mouth.
“Clean them off,” he commands.
And I do it. Like his filthy little slut. I lick him clean, pulse hammering between my legs the whole time.
“That’s my good girl.”
His arms wrap around me and pull me tight against his body.
Chapter 16
Fiorella
I’m pretty sure I’m just a puddle of bliss hormones as I lie in his arms.
I’ve never done anything like that before. Never been spanked, never been licked from behind, never been dominated so thoroughly.
He broke me.
In a good way, but still.
I lie there, trying to process. The first time we slept together, I was coming fresh from the trauma of nearly getting killed. That was a fit of pure adrenaline and physical need.
This was different.
I wanted him.
Which is crazy. I don’t have feelings like that. Ever since my sister and I went through hell together, I’ve closed myself off to relationships with men.
Especially mafia men.
Because I can’t feel safe around them. Even when they try to do right, they only ever make things worse.
It’s different with Luca. I don’t even know why.
He smells good. There’s that for a starter. It’s masculine and clean. Soapy with a hint of spice. I like it, maybe a little too much. I’m sniffing him like an eager puppy.
Then there’s the way he feels. Smooth, a little prickly from the stubble on his cheeks, as warm as an oven, and covered in rippling muscle. Every inch of this man is pure divinity.
And there’s the way he talks. That filthy freaking mouth of his. Like he doesn’t care what I think, so long as I give him what he wants. And what he wants is to make me feel so absurdly wanted that it halfway breaks my brain.
None of this makes any sense, but god, I love lying here in his arms.
I feel safe.
And I’ve never, ever felt safe with a man like him before.
“Listen, princess, I need to ask you something.”