29. A Bad Idea
CHAPTER 29
A BAD IDEA
R affaele
This is such a bad idea. A monumentally terrible, fucking idea that I am going to regret tomorrow, but I can’t seem to stop myself as I drag Isabella into my lap and palm that perky ass like I’ve dreamed of. So much for the damned hair tie and negative reinforcement. Her naturally heady scent combined with that perfume she uses with traces of gardenias and sweet strawberries is all consuming. She’s straddling me, rubbing up against my cock in those silky sleep shorts.
Dio , she feels perfect against me, the soft curves of her body yielding to the hard planes of my own. I dig my fingers into her ass, driving her against my cock and she releases a faint moan.
“Let it out, principessa , I want to hear every tempting little sound. If I’m condemning myself to hell for one night, let’s make it worth it, eh?”
Her head bobs, and she grinds her center cross my arousal. “Just one night…” she murmurs against my mouth. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
Maybe it won’t for her, but for me, this is breaking a cardinal rule, and what the hell am I without my rules? What kind of an effective bodyguard can I be if I’m more concerned with sinking my cock into my client than focusing on securing the perimeter?
“A one-time thing,” I hiss as she captures my bottom lip. “And we never let this wildly inappropriate lapse in judgement happen again.”
“Umhmm. Never.”
“It’s just the adrenaline, the shock of the shooting…”
“Right.” She drops kisses across my jaw, moving toward my ear then she nibbles on the sensitive lobe, and goose bumps ripple down my arms. She reaches between us and cups my cock. “Damn, Raf, you’re so hard already.” She starts to stroke me over the thin material of my sweatpants, and I’m suddenly like a fucking teenager about to explode.
This woman’s hold on me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. She’s got me completely feral for her pussy. Before I come on the spot, I reach for her tank top and draw it up and over her head, forcing her hand off my cock. Fuck, no bra. A smile races across my lips, and I’m certain I’m grinning like an idiot. Her breasts tumble free, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. “ Cazzo ,” I whisper before I devour the delicate pink bud with my mouth, and her back arches against me, a moan spilling out. “ Sei bellissima .” Her cheeks burn the most enticing crimson when I call her beautiful, and she buries her nose at the crook of my neck, licking and sucking. She’s the most exquisite woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I cannot wait to see all of her. I’m torn between the desire to take my time with her to enjoy every minute and the burning need to drive my cock inside her sweetness.
I haven’t even touched her yet, and I can feel her wetness through my sweatpants. She’s soaked for me . My hands grip her hips, sliding beneath the waistband of her shorts and find bare cheeks beneath. Merda , no panties, either? This woman is going to be my ruin. That skin-on-skin contact has my dick rock-hard, and my fingers aching to sink inside her. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I rise and spin around, dropping her onto the couch and settle between her thighs. Then I fall to my knees and drag her shorts down her long legs.
I pause for an instant, taking her all in, and she visibly tenses at my scrutiny. “Don’t do that,” I whisper. “Don’t hide from me. You are a goddess, and any man would be privileged to admire your beauty.”
“Raf…” She laughs, a rosy hue coating her cheeks again. I can only imagine how she’ll look when I coax the first orgasm from those pouty lips. “You’re so cheesy.”
“What? It’s true. I should’ve known never to say yes to this job because I’m too damned attracted to you. Ever since I saw you at the club—” Shit. That wasn’t supposed to come out.
“The club?”
Muttering curses in my head, I dip my chin. “The night your bodyguard was shot. I was there?—”
“I know.” A lopsided smile stretches across her face. “I mean, I remember you too.”
The truth is, after that night, I simply couldn’t get her out of my head. But she’ll think I’m completely insane if I tell her. Not to mention the fact that for that reason alone I never should have gone after this job.
“I’m glad I left an impression.”
“Me too.”
And now, it’s time for a subject change. My hands close around her thighs and draw them apart so I can take her in. She’s so wet, her pussy glistens beneath the dim lights.
“You’re gorgeous. I know it and you know it, principessa . And now, I want to know how you taste.” I dip my head between her legs, my eyes fixed to hers. The vivid blue sparkles with excitement as she traps her bottom lip between her teeth.
I slowly run my tongue across her center, tasting her, memorizing her. I keep my eyes locked on hers, to take in the curve of her lips, the flush of her cheeks and Dio , it’s so damned sexy. “Mmm, wet and ready for me, principessa , just how I like it. If only you were this obedient in all aspects of our relationship.”
Her eyes narrow as she regards me. “Fuck you…” A playful smile curls her lips.
“You’re about to.”
She wriggles beneath my heated gaze, and I run my free hand up her torso to pin her to the couch. “You’re not going anywhere,” I murmur against her clit.
Her hips buck at the vibrations and I only work harder, twirling my tongue around the sensitive collection of nerves.
“Oh, Raf…” she moans, her head falling back against the cushion and finally severing our connection. “Fuck, is there anything you’re not good at?”
A deep chuckle erupts, my warm breath spilling across the light smattering of dark curls. She gasps and her hands find my head, fingers running through my hair. She can barely contain herself from shoving my mouth into her needy pussy. I can feel the barely restrained pressure on my scalp.
So I give her what she wants, and I devour her.
Thrusting my tongue inside her, I fuck her hard and fast, licking and sucking as my finger circles her clit. I can feel her orgasm building as her breaths come more quickly, and she tightens around my tongue.
“Are you ready to come for me?” I remove my tongue for a second, but I replace it with two fingers and thrust deep inside her. Fuck, she’s so tight. My cock is so damned hard it hurts as I imagine her wrapped around me.
“Don’t stop.” Her fingers curl around my hair, drawing me to her apex. “Please, don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“Oh, I’m just getting started, principessa . After this, I’m going to have you coming on my cock. I can’t wait to feel that tight pussy of yours around my dick.”
She lets out a gasp, cheeks flaring crimson.
“What? Has no one ever dared talk to the mafia princess like this?” I thrust my fingers deeper, curling to find the spot. Her pussy walls tighten around me, trying to wring out her pleasure.
She shakes her head, biting down on her lip.
Shit, did I go too far? “Do you like it?” Damn, why do I sound so flustered? I’ve never cared what a woman liked or didn’t like in bed. I took what I wanted, fucked as I pleased, and was never nice about it either.
“I think I do,” she finally whispers a long minute later. “I never thought I would but?—”
I drop down between her thighs again and fuck her with my tongue. She tastes like heaven, like my redemption and salvation all rolled into one. My hand reaches up to find her breast, kneading the soft, delicate skin as I coax her nipple into a hard tip.
She groans again, fingers diving into my hair. “Raf, I’m going to come.”
“Good girl...” I purr against her swollen clit. “Come for me, baby.” With one final thrust of my fingers and a flick of my tongue, she unravels.
And Dio , I was right, the sight of her coming undone for me is enough to ruin me, body and soul.
I remain perfectly still, watching her as the waves of pleasure roar through her, brighten her eyes, flood her cheeks and make her squirm in delight. Her chest rises and falls in a rapid rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each ragged inhale. My cock strains against my sweatpants, a second away from breaking through the flimsy barrier.
That pussy is mine .
Just one taste and I’ve claimed it.
No one will ever have her again.
Even through the haze of lust, I know how illogical I sound. I promised myself and her this would be a one-time thing. After tonight, I can never let this happen again. I just need to get her out of my system. One time and I’ll be good, back to one hundred percent dedicated guard duty. And still, the idea of another man daring to touch her… Dio , it makes me want to strangle someone.
Once the heady vibrations subside, Isabella’s body goes slack against the couch, a satisfied smile relaxing her typically tense expression. “That was?—”
“Amazing? Incredible? Life changing?” I offer a smug grin.
“Unexpected.” She throws me a smirk in return.
“And we’re just getting started…” I shove my sweatpants down, taking my boxers with them in one go and my cock springs free. I nearly groan from the sudden freedom after being trapped by the constricting material.
Isabella’s eyes dive down to my erection, and her eyes widen to perfect pools of endless blue. “That is not normal,” she hisses out a long minute later.
Sometimes I forget my dick is larger than most. When I was a teenager, it was all I thought about when I found myself in locker rooms with other guys. Did I brag about it back then? Of course. But now I am a grown ass man and don’t often measure my cock against other men. It’s only when I find myself in situations like these that it becomes obvious. Some women actually find it intimidating.
By the look on Isabella’s face, she’s one of them. Her eyes are so wide, her brows nearly reach her hairline, and her mouth is curved into a capital O. No, this is more than intimidation, it looks like pure terror.