Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
SOPHIA CASSONE
T he lengthy slit of the long cobalt blue dress parts displaying an indecent amount of thigh. I spin in the mirror, admiring the silky material that falls from my shoulders and envelops my body as though tailor made for me. There’s nothing forcing me to wear these strappy silver fuck-me heels or not to wear panties.
Except his demand…
Maybe it’s a dangerous game, but after that humiliating spanking and the way he thinks he will bend me to his will, maybe a little payback is due. Maybe it’s not so bad if he knows what’s under my dress, bare and all, but sees that I won’t cave and his name on my lips will not occur.
I give my hair an extra fluff, spreading my fingers through the trailing curls to separate and create even more volume before letting it splay across my shoulders. I’m still unable to get the challenge presented to me from my mind. The one I plan to win because there is no way I’m losing this bet, no matter how attracted I find myself to the beast.
But yet, now there’s more to contemplate than myself.
The dark-eyed devil himself opens the door right before seven in a black tux, his eyes slowly devouring every inch of me, right down to my painted toes. He locks that sexy gaze on mine. “Worth the wait, kitten.”
He cocks an eyebrow and places his arm out, challenging me not to take it. I won’t give him the satisfaction. I’ll follow every single one of his instructions. I’ll do exactly as he’s asked but I’m still not going to cave.
He’ll see…
I hold on to his arm as we make our way down the two flights of stairs, pausing at the landing to absorb the enormity of the great room below. We pass the leather sofas and fireplace that takes up the expanse of interior wall although not lit on a summer night like tonight as he guides me into the dining room.
He pulls a chair out for me and then takes a seat to my left at the head of the long rectangular table, taking a bottle of wine from the ice bucket next to him and pouring a glass for us each. “Tell me,” he says, passing me the aromatic red. “When you finish school, what do you plan to do with your degree?”
I swirl my glass, inhaling deeply, admiring the choice as much as I do my father’s selections. “I haven’t decided but something far, far away from the life I currently lead.”
His dark eyes penetrate mine. “You don’t see yourself helping in the family business?”
“Business? Definitely not. Soon, there will be no business really. My sister will be married to Barcelo, and the families will merge, Papa will retire quietly while handing over the reins and ceding control to the Gallini family.” I shrug. “And then it will be done. I’ll be free.”
A silver-haired gentleman walks into the room carrying a dome covered platter and places it on the table. Massimo lifts the lid himself. “Thank you, that will be all for the evening.”
I swallow as the only person I’ve seen in the house since coming out of that room walks through the door with no intention of coming back. Alone in this big house, with the devil. One who admittedly wants to get under my dress and make me scream his name.
Well, nothing is going to do that. I focus on the meal he places in front of me, picking lightly at the fare of scallops with crème and asparagus. If he’s going to the trouble of trying to seduce me for the next three weeks, playing along with the game is only fair. “This is very good. Incredibly good really,” I tell him, watching his expression as his eyes track my movements.
A slight smile plays over his lips. “And we haven’t even finished the best part, dessert.”
My center clenches as his eyes gaze openly at my breasts while my cheeks heat with embarrassment and a healthy dose of angst. “The straps on your gown showcase your creamy neck beautifully, kitten.”
He stands and removes our plates from the table, putting them on a long side table underneath the draped window. When he folds himself back into his seat, he crooks a finger. “Come kitten, it’s time for my dessert. Then we’ll see if you can resist my charms.”
The arrogant bastard. I’ll play along and I will resist his charms, no matter that my nipples ache and my center feels slick with need. He takes my hand over the table. “Come, sit on my lap.”
I swallow through the lump which has formed in the back of my throat. I can stop this, I can say no, but then I have no chance of winning the bet. Let him do his best, enjoy what he has to offer, but under no circumstances say the bastard’s name. “Fine.”
His eyebrow cocks with challenge. “Straddle my lap and face me.”
I inhale a deep breath, gathering the long folds of my dress as I place one leg on either side of him. He doesn’t make it awkward, sliding a hand around my hip to steady me as I do, bringing me down on his lap as he watches, intrigued with my seemingly easy submission, but the devil is not fooled for a moment, and I did not expect him to be. “You are brave, and determined to pay this debt, even at a cost to yourself, yet you shrug off your loyalty to your family as though it were a sin.”
“My family, no, they are my everything, but the business? I have no use for it, it’s just not in my future. My sister will be the one that carries that burden.”
Massimo strokes a finger down the length of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine as his fingers trail, lowering the glitzy silver strap of my gown to expose the tips of my nipples, traitorously straining for the heat of his touch. He does not make me wait, caressing first one, and then baring the other to do the same, stroking them while my center heats as his cock hardens beneath me. “This attraction between us, there is no denying the chemistry, kitten,” he whispers before lowering his mouth to my breast.
His hands cradle my hips, moving me against the rigidity of his cock while sucking first one and then the other nipple, teasing and nipping at the tender and sensitive flesh, and then pausing to kiss the length of my neck and whisper in my ear. “Your clit is on fire, isn’t it, Sophia? Tell me you want me to touch you there,” he says, his lips trailing down the sensitive column to kiss my tips again. It’s a game I knew we were going to play, and there is no denying the attraction. Besides, as long as I do not say his name, I will continue to win. “Yes, I want you to touch me there.”
His dark eyes flare with need as he lifts me onto the table in front of him and lays me back, placing my heels on his thighs. The silky material parts as my body shivers with undeniable desire and anticipation of what’s to come. The flat of his tongue slides over the sensitive nub of my clit, causing me to gasp, clenching my hands at my side to stem the wave of pleasure as he does it again, and then again. His hands reach beneath me, lifting me, allowing him undeterred access to lick me from opening to clit, and then back again, teasing me unmercifully with every stroke. “It’s time for my cream now, kitten. Give me permission, tell me you want me to lick every bit of your cream.”
I swallow through the pleasure, while his hand moves from my hips to rub my nipples, squeezing them with more pressure, just like when spanking my ass. I should be mortified, embarrassed, but it’s far too late for that. “Please.”
He licks just off center, causing me to internally groan. So close, but so far away. “Please, lick.”
“Lick what, kitten?” he asks, sliding first one finger and then two into my wet pussy.
It’s hard to concentrate on anything except that velvety tongue. “My cream, please.”
The tip of his tongue slides over my clit, while his fingers rub the sensitive walls, driving me into a frenzy inside. “Please?”
He lifts me up, his eyes glazed with passion. He uses a finger to wipe his lips and rubs it over the tips of my nipples before unbuckling his belt. The jangling sound should scare the hell out of me, but instead it causes my insides to clench with heated need.
This game may be sordid and sinful but it’s one I want to play.
The devil knows exactly what he’s doing, making me wait, not letting me come, but the moment he places me on his lap his hands wrap around my hips pulling me down atop his massive rod, driving deep and giving me exactly what I want. Driving deep, time and time again.
But still, even in the throes of passion as we both explode, I refuse to say his name. I’m not planning to admit defeat when surely this offer could be such a victorious win.
But the little voice inside is already warning … at what cost to me?