6. Mia #2
When he’s finished, I take the small, porcelain cup he offers me.
Closing my eyes, I give an appreciative sniff and then take my first sip.
It’s not at all what I’m expecting. In all honesty, I was expecting it to taste like shitty black coffee, but this is completely different.
It’s bitter, but not in a bad way, more like the bitterness in a really good bar of dark chocolate, and I swear there’s a hint of citrus and hazelnuts.
He raises a dark brow at me. “Well? What do you think?”
I can’t resist saying, “I think I’ll be asking Sasha to swing by Starbucks on the way home.”
Dario’s jaw tenses and he points a long finger at me. “Say that again, and I’m going to put you over my knee and spank that little ass red. You don’t insult espresso, streghetta mia .”
If he sees how much his words have just turned me on, he ignores it and walks to the fridge. Taking out a sparkling water, he pours some out in two small glasses and says, “Take a drink of this when you’re done,” before taking one of the glasses for himself.
Without asking why, I finish off my espresso, setting the white porcelain cup down before grabbing the other and taking a drink. It’s cool and crisp after the strong coffee, leaving my mouth feeling clean and refreshed.
“Wow, okay, I kind of get the Italian obsession with espresso now,” I admit.
“Glad to hear it. I can teach you how to make one if you want.”
I grin up at him. “Why would I want to do that when I can just have you make them for me?” I smile even bigger at the angry look he’s giving me and then remember his toothbrush comment from earlier and say, “And of course I used your toothbrush. I couldn’t not brush my teeth, and since you had your mouth on my pussy last night, I figured you wouldn’t mind sharing a little bit of spit. ”
I swear his eyes darken at my words as he takes a step closer. “I almost had my mouth on your pussy. Over your panties doesn’t count.”
“I don’t wear panties ,” I tell him, trying to mimic his Italian accent .
“I don’t care what you call them. I’ll be tearing through them soon enough, and then it will be my mouth on that pretty pussy of yours, followed by my cock.”
I force myself to swallow and not act like I’m intimidated by the man who’s towering over me and looking every bit like he’s about to lose control.
I really need to learn to not fuck with him, but, god, he makes it impossible to back down.
I take a step back right as my phone gives a soft ding from my back pocket.
Ignoring Dario when he takes a step closer, I check my phone and then hold it up between us.
“Sasha will be here in ten minutes,” I say, but Dario ignores me, closing the distance in less than a second and picking me up so I have no choice but to wrap my arms and legs around him as he carries me to the counter and sets my ass on it right next to his fancy espresso machine.
“I’m not letting you leave without a kiss.”
His lips are so close to mine, and all it would take is for me to lean forward just a hair, and we’d be touching. When I hold still, he grins and says, “Kiss me, streghetta mia . Let me taste a piece of you before you walk out my door.”
Bringing one hand up, he cups the back of my head, threading his fingers in my hair so he’s fisting it and lightly tilting my head back.
His dark eyes refuse to let mine go. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to, and even though I could try to break free, I don’t.
I stay where I’m at, grinning when he repeats himself.
“Kiss me, Mia.”
“You’re kind of cute when you beg,” I say, and as soon as I see the wicked look he gives me, I know I should’ve kept my mouth shut.
He cups my face and slowly runs his thumb along my bottom lip, pressing hard enough to push my lips apart. It’s not exactly rough, but it’s not gentle either. My eyes widen when he slides his thumb between my lips, running it over my tongue and straight into my mouth.
His deep, masculine groan floods my body with heat and desire, but I refuse to suck on his thumb like a goddamn baby.
I force myself to stay still, and the noise he makes is part raw need and part amusement at my stubbornness.
He doesn’t sound worried, and the cocky smirk he’s wearing makes me bite down on his thumb.
It’s not enough to hurt, but it’s enough to get his attention and remind him that I can draw blood when I need to.
“You are fucking exquisite, piccola vipera . So much rage in such a tiny little package.” He leans closer, ghosting his nose along my cheek with his thumb still nestled deep inside my mouth. “You’re going to be so beautiful when you submit.”
The soft bite I give has him giving a low, deep chuckle in my ear before he nips at my earlobe. “I can bite, too, sweetheart.”
I try like hell to stifle my moan when he starts to kiss and suck on the delicate skin beneath my ear.
He tightens his other arm around me, pinning me against him as he scoots me to the edge of the counter.
My thighs are spread even wider as he molds his body to mine, letting me feel his hard length against the pussy that’s already so wet for him.
The intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with the heat of his tongue as he licks and sucks his way down my neck have me nearly weeping with need.
My body is already tense, poised and ready to explode thanks to the piercing he’s slowly rubbing against as he rocks his hips, giving me a taste of heaven with each gentle thrust.
“I know how close you are, Mia. I know how badly you want this.” He nips at the crook of my neck, forcing a shiver to run through my entire body, and on instinct my teeth relax against his skin and I give him a tiny suck.
He growls a long string of Italian against my skin, the sound of it sending another rush of pleasure through me.
“ Streghetta mia .” He purrs the words, dragging his mouth along my skin until it’s next to mine. He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth with my lips still locked around his thumb. “Do you want me to let you come?”
I try to resist, I really do, but he keeps working his hips, building up that delicious friction, and my body overrules my willfulness, and I nod my head.
“Suck.” He whispers the word against my mouth before running his tongue along where I’m latched onto his thumb, groaning his appreciation when I suck him in deeper.
With a growl, he pulls his thumb out, replacing it with his mouth.
His lips lightly touch mine. “Kiss me, streghetta mia . Let me taste that sweet mouth of yours.”
With one more slow rock of his hips, I feel the very last of my resolve fade to dust as I grab the back of his head and press my lips to his.
I’m not surprised to find that we’re both fighting for dominance.
My inexperience shows, but I don’t let my clumsiness stop me, assuming I’ll learn as I go.
His kiss is hungry, unrelenting, and far more skilled.
When I give back just as good as he’s giving, I feel his smile right before the sting of his bite.
I try to pull back, but he has me locked in place.
The coppery taste of my blood invades our kiss, just enough to let me know he broke skin, and I’m so stunned by it that my mouth briefly softens.
Dario takes full advantage, delving in deeper and kissing me like he’s never going to let me go, and for the first time in my life, I want to submit.
I want to lay myself bare on this counter and let him do whatever the hell he wants to me, giving him all the control.
He must sense the change in me, because he rocks his hips once more, letting me feel how close to the edge I am, and then he gives my bottom lip a soft suck that leaves me breathless as he pulls back just enough to look into my eyes.
“Remember this feeling, streghetta mia , because this is how you are with me.” His fingers massage my scalp where he’d just been pulling my hair, and I let out a soft whimper before I can stop it.
He looks entirely too pleased with himself when he steps back so my pussy is no longer getting the friction I so desperately need.
“You submit to me. No one else, streghetta mia , just me.” The corner of his mouth lifts up before he leans in and licks the bite he’d given me. “And you fucking love it.”
“Bastard.” I whisper the word, and when I try to scoot away, he tightens his grip on me, and damn if that doesn’t pull another whimper from my traitorous body, because he’s right.
I love it when he dominates me, and that realization scares the hell out of me.
I love fighting him, I love giving him hell and seeing the anger rise up in his eyes, but that’s only because I know it’s going to end with his hard body on top of mine, pinning me down while he makes me feel more pleasure than I ever thought possible.
“You said you’d let me come,” I remind him.
He gives me a wink. “No, I didn’t. I only asked if you wanted to.”
“Goddammit,” I mutter, twisting even harder to get out of his grasp, but he’s pinned me in a way that makes it impossible for me to go anywhere, and I don’t feel like hurting myself to head-butt the smug grin off his handsome face.
He ignores the angry look I’m giving him and gives me a sweet kiss. “Don’t be late for your lesson tomorrow.”
“I’m never late, but you might want to wear a cup, because the first chance I get I’m kicking you right in the nutsack for leaving me like this.”
His head tilts back as he gives a deep laugh that only manages to make him look even more mouthwatering than he already does.
“I’m being serious,” I tell him.