31. Don’t Stop
CHAPTER 31
DON’T STOP
S erena
My tongue pushes past Antonio’s clenched teeth, and a growl vibrates the back of his throat as his hand curls around my nape. His tongue meets mine, hungry and savage, matching me stroke for stroke.
Dio , I needed this.
After Otto left me feeling so out of control and helpless, I need my power back and Antonio Ferrara is just the man to give it to me. To bring this powerful man to his knees will be the ultimate revenge against that coward who wanted to take advantage of me.
I’m in charge now, and I want this man.
Could it be the pain meds mixed with the alcohol talking? Maybe, but I don’t give a fuck. I need this.
Antonio’s hands clamp around my hips, and he drags me onto his lap. My towel barely still hangs around my waist, and with nothing but the cotton fabric between us, I can feel his thick cock between my legs.
I grind against him, lost in the heated moment before a flash of white catches my eye. “Your wound!” I squeal.
“I’m fine. I don’t feel a thing.”
My eyes lift to his, to ferret out the lie. I’ve been watching him since I finished sewing him up, and there’s no doubt he’s in pain. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” He silences all further objections with his mouth.
His hands roam across my back, unraveling the towel I wear as a top, and my breasts spring free. His arms tighten around me so my nipples brush against his warm skin, sending jolts of pleasure through the highly sensitive tips. My head falls back as I stifle a moan. There’s no way he earns one of mine before I get to hear him breaking apart for me.
His mouth moves down my jaw line, tongue tracing the curve before finding my sensitive lobe. He draws it into his mouth and nibbles, and heat races to my pussy. Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I’ve wanted someone so badly.
Ever since the moment I saw Antonio Ferrara all those months ago outside the nightclub, I hadn’t been able to get him out of my mind. There was something so tempting about the dangerous mob boss. And maybe, the fact that he was Raf’s brother had something to do with it too. Because clearly, I’m insane.
“I thought you told me never to kiss you again.” A wry grin curls his lips.
“I did. I kissed you so it’s not the same.”
“Ah, I see.” His tongue flicks my earlobe, and goosebumps ripple across my arms.
From my ear, he licks his way down my neck and collarbone, and I arch against him, my hips grinding against the towel between us. I’m so soaked there’s going to be a huge embarrassing wet spot in a second. He draws my nipple into his mouth, and the moan I’ve been trying so hard to hold back, bursts free.
The corner of his lip tips up as he continues to suck and lick, the heat of him seeping into my own skin and heightening the building flames.
“Mmm, tesoro ,” he murmurs against my breast, “you taste just like I imagined, strawberries and sweet vanilla.” His hands wrap around my ass, fingers digging into my flesh in a punishing grip. My towel unravels and now only the one haphazardly slung across his hips remains.
With each desperate rock of my body, it slides farther down. My hand roams his chest, tracing the dips and valleys of his perfectly carved torso. I stay well away from the bandaged wound, keeping one wary eye on it, despite the overwhelming need overtaking all rational thoughts. My fingers trail further to the sharp V that disappears beneath the towel.
“Careful, tesoro , if you keep that up, I’m going to lose all restraint.”
“Good. I want you at my mercy.”
“Oh, Serena, you’ve had me for days.” His eyes smolder, the velvety black ablaze.
My fingers dip beneath the towel and find his silky hard length. His head falls back on a groan as my hand closes around him.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Just your hand feels so good…”
“Wait till you feel my pussy.”
He laughs, his chest rumbling beneath me, and his bandage grazes my right breast. I stiffen, the roll of my hips freezing on the spot.
His eyes snap to mine, the hunger in that dark gaze stealing my breath. “No, don’t stop. I’m not in pain, I swear it. The only thing that would kill me right now is if you stopped.” His hand slides from my ass and curves around my thigh, running over the spring of violets tattooed to my skin. If he notices the tattoo, he doesn’t mention it. Maybe he’s too caught up in the heated moment like I am. He finds my clit and desperate need unfolds. “Now let me feel that sweet pussy.” He slowly draws his finger through my wetness, then begins to circle when he reaches the apex. Tantalizing heat courses through my veins, and I’m powerless not to arch to into his touch. “Do you like that, tesoro ?”
“Mmm, yes,” I rasp.
“If the circumstances were different, I would have you coming on my finger, then my mouth and finally my cock, all night long.”
I slow the maddening grinding of my hips just long enough to meet his eyes. “You’re a tease, you know that?”
He chuckles again, the smooth, warm sound only intensifying the roaring pleasure. “Oh, don’t worry, tesoro , I’m still going to make you come, just not as many times as I’d like.”
“You’re pretty confident, huh?”
Antonio nods and with my hips working like mad, the towel slips from beneath me, exposing his hard-ass cock between my legs. Damn, he’s huge. Anticipation tightens my core as I take him in, a bead of cum glistening on his thick head. I can already imagine it thrusting inside me, hitting my clit with each powerful drive of his hips.
I grind against his length, the hot feel of him only heightening the building heat below. I’m so wet I could take all of him in, right now. My eyes drop to the bandage on his chest, to the crimson stains just below the gauze. Fuck, we should not be doing this right now. Too bad my tipsy pussy isn’t getting the message. All she wants is that big, gorgeous cock inside her.
As if Antonio has heard my lust-fueled thoughts, he dips a finger inside me. Holy shit . My teeth graze my bottom lip to keep from moaning. The sensation of his thick finger plunging in and out, his thumb circling devastatingly slowly as I grind on his cock already has me on the brink of orgasm.
Which is just insane.
I’m never this easily aroused.
His free hand toys with my nipple as his mouth devours my neck, tongue dragging across the sensitive skin. There’s so much of him everywhere. And yet, it isn’t enough. Raw need throbs between my legs, aching for that fullness only one thing can provide, I need that cock inside me.
Again, I hazard a quick peek at the wound. Would I be able to control myself and go slow?
Probably not.
The raging heat burning up my core is ravenous, and gentle lovemaking is not really my thing.
His thumb circles faster, putting just the right amount of pressure on my needy clit and a second finger drives inside me. This time I can’t contain the gasp of pleasure at the sudden, unexpected fullness. The walls of my pussy constrict around his fingers desperate to ring out every ounce of pleasure.
“Come for me, tesoro ,” he whispers against my lips, capturing my mouth like it’s his to claim.
He quickens his tantalizing thrusts, drawing nearly all the way out before plunging even deeper, fingertips curling to reach that elusive spot. That raging inferno grows to uncontrollable levels and flames lick across my veins, sucking the breath from my lungs.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come,” I rasp out.
“Good girl.” He draws my nipple into his mouth, a growl vibrating his throat and pleasure explodes from my core, rippling out to every inch of my being.
My head falls back and raw energy tingles across my flesh, diving down to my toes and leaving me breathless. He continues to suck on my breast, tongue flicking at the super-sensitive tip of my nipple until the wave begins to subside.
I’m panting, my legs boneless as I hang on his neck, balancing across his lap. Finally, as the last tremor falls away, I drop my forehead to his, my breathing still uneven. That was the best orgasm from only a finger that I’ve had my entire life. Now as he watches me from beneath hooded lids, I can’t stop imagining what that would feel like on his cock.
“Well?” He arches a dark brow.
“Well, what?” I take the bait, knowing fully well where he’s going with this.
“I told you I’d make you come even without full use of my faculties.”
“Faculties? Is that what you call this monster?” My hand drops between us, and I stroke his hard length. He’s straining beneath me, his balls tight. That cannot be comfortable.
With a frustrated sigh, he brings his hand up to caress my cheek. “Next time, will be more… everything.”
“Who says there will be a next time? I’m not in the habit of fucking my kidnappers.” Still my hand curls around the back of his neck, fingers trailing the soft hair at his nape.
“Hopefully by tomorrow, I will no longer be your kidnapper and you, my hostage.”
“Then what will we be?”
His shoulders lift nonchalantly but the tendon in his jaw spasms at the movement. Shit, the wound. I hope it didn’t tear when I was coming from that mind-blowing orgasm. “I suppose we’ll see by then,” he whispers.
I nod slowly, my eyes now focused on his strained expression. His jaw is clenched tight, and the faint lines between his brows are furrowed. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
His hands curl around my hips, and he gently deposits me on the lounger beside him. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m only pissed I can’t coax out another few orgasms from those tempting lips. If this really is our only time, it seems a terrible waste.”
I grin up at him like an idiot. “Like you said, I guess we’ll see what happens tomorrow.” Testing out the weight on my ankle, I slowly rise and stagger the step to my own lounge chair. Re-wrapping myself in the towels, I settle in on the soft cushions.
Antonio eyes me from across the small divide, an indescribable longing in those smoldering irises. “ Buona notte , tesoro ,” he murmurs.
“Yeah, goodnight.” I force my lids to close, despite the unease ricocheting through my chest.