Chapter 27 #3
My eyes flick up as we pass the stairs. Papa and Antonia are both in the house—we couldn’t be any closer to the edge of discovery if we tried.
Pressing his lips to mine, he carries me through to the living room and lays me on the sofa. Then he stands back and takes a good long look at me. I’m squirming with need, my gold dress shoved up around my hips, and my breasts shiny and full from the assault of his tongue.
He licks his lips hungrily then wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. His shirt is loose and hanging open, his gun forgotten on the kitchen floor. I’ve never seen him look so disheveled.
“Open your legs for me, little fawn.”
I bring my feet up toward my body and let my knees fall to the sides.
He crawls between them, propping his body weight on an arm anchored above my head.
Then he kisses me so hard I sink into the couch.
When he lowers his hips I feel everything.
I can’t deny he wants me—his thick length is digging through his pants into my stomach and it’s pulsing.
I wrap my legs around his waist and we move together, the friction of his cock against my pubic bone making me see stars. When I think I’m about to come, he pulls back. It’s like he has an extremely annoying sixth sense or something.
Sitting back on his heels, his gaze burns as it rakes over my body.
He licks his bottom lip, chasing it with his teeth, then his blackened eyes smolder.
“I didn’t know what it meant to be obsessed until you.”
His words rip every thought from my head and I stare madly at him, then he shifts backward, comes onto all fours and dips his head between my legs.
He doesn’t do anything but breathe me in, while I grip the sofa cushions in tight fists. Even in my fantasies I didn’t dream of Nicolò going down there like this. I’m so scared he won’t like it my teeth are chattering.
Then an animal groan vibrates at my entrance and a hot breath skates over my pussy. The warmth alone makes my spine bend and my toes curl.
And I am not prepared for him to start licking me.
My hips buck in surprise so he throws an arm across my stomach to keep me in place.
The sensitivity morphs quickly into liquid bliss.
His tongue swirls lazily around my clit, then laps gently at my most sensitive spot until I’m pulling at his hair.
He growls low in response so I snatch my hands away, only for him to look up, scowl and attach my hands back to his head.
When he returns his mouth to my core it’s with heightened focus and skill.
Pressure builds at the base of my spine sending tendrils of lust and fire to every corner of my body. Each lap of his tongue takes me closer to that edge. Mindless with the intensity, I don’t realize I’m moaning with escalating volume.
Nicolò lifts his head, takes an urgent breath and says, “You need to keep it down, baby.”
“I—I don’t know how,” I pant.
His expression is a mixture of lust and desperation, then he thrusts one of his hands up my body and fixes it over my mouth. Like, he’s that confident.
When he returns his tongue to my heat, it’s with a renewed vigor. His laps are hard and soft, they start at my entrance and lick up to my clit. When he senses I’m close he inches forward, wraps his mouth around my clit and sucks with a rhythmic motion while fingering me.
An orgasm slams into me so hard I scream into his hand. He presses down on my mouth to plug my cries, and sucks me through it, slowing to soft licks as I slowly come down from my high.
He continues to lick me after my climax has subsided, lapping up all evidence of my orgasm from my thighs and the crack of my ass. I would normally be mortified by that but I’m so boneless, weak-limbed and mind blown, I barely register what’s happening.
Eventually, I come around to the feel of his lips on mine and the taste of my arousal on his tongue. He kisses me deeply while running his fingers through my hair, releasing all the pins that haven’t yet been knocked out by our movements.
When I open my eyes, I drown in his. Dark grey pools of desire swimming before me.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Don’t thank me.” His voice is so low it sounds like it broke again. “That was the single most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.”
A blush creeps into my cheeks.
“I’m serious Lina. I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re so uninhibited and open with your body. There’s no shame or arrogance. Just desire. And it turns me on.”
I glance toward his erection which is pressing even harder into my stomach.
“Can I—?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Next time, maybe. You are all I need tonight.”
I look into his face and see so much life there now. My heart swells, the crack a distant memory.
I can’t believe I got what I wanted. For Nicolò to finally want me back.
He slides an arm beneath me, pulls me to his hard body and rolls us until his back is on the couch and I’m curled snugly around his side. I wrap a leg over his, hugging him closer, while a feeling of completeness fills my whole body.
He presses his lips against my hair and kisses me hundreds of times, stroking my bare arm, while I trail a finger over his chest and his tattoo.
Though Nicolò Di Santo is still half-dressed, he is stunning.
All chiseled abs and marble muscle. The face of a model and the cut of a mobster.
This man doesn’t need a gun when his body is a lethal weapon.
“What are you thinking about?” he whispers into my hair.
I smirk. “How hot you are.”
He bends his neck, glares at me with heat, and bites my nose.
“You’re the hot one, Miss Castellano. I mean, look at you.” He leans away from me to peruse my wrinkled dress, bird’s nest hair and smudged makeup. “You’re wild, and delicious and addicting.” Then, his smile falls. “You’re a greater threat to me than any enemy.”
Then he kisses me, and it’s a long time before we come up for air. Not until the sun rises and reality dawns, and we have to prize ourselves apart and pretend nothing has happened.
Except, everything has happened, and I’ve never been good at pretending.