Chapter 23 #2
He stared, gray eyes burning. We'd drifted to the hall's edge, away from the crowd, partners thinning, lights dimming to hazy yellow from a wall sconce.
"Ezio, we—"
He stopped abrupt, didn't let go, pulled me through a half-open door. Corridor darker, cold white light overhead. He spun me against the wall, dipped his head, kissed me hard.
Not gentle, not polite, crushing my words back.
My hands braced his chest, pushed—once. His arm circled my waist, drew me in, firm enough to say he wasn't letting go.
My fingers clenched his shirt.
Didn't push away.
His lips left mine, brushed my ear, voice hoarse. "What do you want from me?"
That buried hurt hit me, twisted my chest.
"You say that," he went on, breath hot on my neck, "like it's just my problem, like you feel nothing." He paused. "But you do. I know you do."
I shut my eyes, shoved down the chaos.
This time was different. Not dominating—each move waited, like asking. His hands light, questioning. He dipped, lips on mine, drawing my breath slowly.
His kiss deepened, tongue sweeping in, tasting of champagne and heat. My knees buckled, legs turning to jelly under me. I felt the warmth pooling between my thighs, slick and insistent. Without thinking, I squeezed my legs together, trying to ease the ache.
Ezio noticed. He pulled back just enough, eyes darkening as they flicked down. A smirk tugged his lips. "Already?"
His mouth trailed down my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, sending shivers racing through me. Lower, lower, until he dropped to his knees in front of me, hands sliding up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher. The sight of him there—Ezio Visconti, all power and pride, kneeling—stole my breath.
He hooked his fingers under the edge of my panties, but didn't pull them off yet. Instead, he leaned in, tongue pressing flat against the fabric, right over my clit. The wet heat through the thin barrier made me gasp, a sharp cry escaping before I could stop it.
My hands flew to his hair, fingers digging in, pressing down instinctively. I didn't even realize I'd done it until it was too late to pull back.
He paused, looked up at me. Those green eyes burned with raw desire, a wicked glint of invitation, like he was daring me to take more. It was pure temptation, pulling me in deeper.
Encouraged, he yanked my panties down, exposing me to the cool air.
Then his mouth was on me, no barriers, tongue lashing and circling my clit with fierce intensity.
He sucked, licked, devoured like a man starved, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me open.
The sensations built fast, electric, making my hips buck against his face.
God, I hadn't expected this. Ezio, with his status, his unbreakable dignity, on his knees for me.
And he was so attentive, adjusting to every gasp, every tremble, like my pleasure was his only goal.
It softened something in me, melted the walls I'd built.
My heart twisted with a mix of shock and tenderness.
The pressure coiled tight, my body teetering on the edge. I was so close, breaths coming in ragged pants, when footsteps echoed down the corridor. "Olivia?" Sebastian's voice, searching.
I froze, body locking up. But the thrill of it—the risk—pushed me over. I came hard, waves crashing through me, clenching around nothing as his tongue kept working.
Ezio didn't stop. His fingers slid up, rubbing my swollen folds, circling my entrance to drag out the aftershocks, making my orgasm stretch and pulse.
At the same time, he rose just enough to tug my dress down from my shoulders, exposing my breasts.
His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing.
"Not gonna answer him?" he murmured around the flesh, voice muffled and teasing.
I was still floating, mind hazy, lost in the haze. He bit down lightly, and I moaned, snapping back. Under his watchful eyes, I clamped a hand over my mouth, shook my head frantically.
He chuckled low, the sound vibrating against my skin.
Standing fully now, he shoved his pants down, his cock springing free—hard, thick, veins pulsing.
He gripped it, dragged the head along my slick entrance, teasing, grinding just at the edge without entering.
The friction was torture, making me squirm and ache for more.
"You want it?" he growled. "Beg me."
I whimpered, leaned into his ear, voice small and desperate. "Please, Ezio... fuck me."
That did it. He thrust in deep, all at once, filling me completely.
He didn't hold back—pounded hard, each stroke slamming home, stretching me, hitting every spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.
It felt incredible, pleasure ripping through me, but fear of Sebastian hearing kept me biting back screams, hand pressed tight over my mouth.
He smirked, angled his hips, deliberately thrusting against that sensitive bundle inside me.
Once, twice, three times—relentless. I shattered, a muffled cry breaking free despite my efforts.
My walls clenched around him, milking him so tight it pulled a groan from his throat.
He laughed, breathless. "He's gone now."
Fury flared. I bit his shoulder hard, teeth sinking in. But he just groaned deeper, like it turned him on more. "Do it again," he rasped. "Bite harder. Mark me up where everyone can see. I'll show it off."
I released, glaring, but his skilled thrusts—deep, rhythmic, hitting just right—erased everything else. I forgot the anger, the corridor, the world. It was just us, bodies slamming together, sweat-slick and urgent.
His hands roamed, one cupping my breast, thumb flicking the nipple while the other gripped my ass, pulling me onto him harder.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper.
Every plunge sent jolts of ecstasy racing up my spine, building another peak fast. His breath was hot on my neck, muttering filthy things—how wet I was, how tight, how he loved fucking me like this.
I clawed at his back, nails leaving trails, and he growled approval, picking up speed. The wet sounds of us filled the dim space, obscene and intoxicating. My core tightened again, that coil winding impossibly tight. "Ezio... I'm..."
"Come for me," he commanded, slamming in one last time, grinding against my clit. I shattered, body convulsing, pussy pulsing around his cock as waves of bliss drowned me. He followed seconds later, burying deep, spilling inside with a guttural moan, hips jerking erratically.
We stayed locked like that, panting, his forehead against mine. Slowly, he pulled out, a trickle of warmth following. He kissed me softly now, almost tender, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Mine," he whispered.
I tugged my skirt straight, took a deep breath. Ezio stood beside me, rebuttoned his top shirt button, raked his hair back. Except for the rumpled collar, he looked untouched.
"Let's go," he said.
"You first," I said. "Don't walk out together."
He looked down, mouth twitching. "Scared?"
"Ezio."
"Fine," he said, but didn't move. Instead, he stepped closer, dipped low, voice hushed. "Just now—"
"Don't." My face heated.
"I just wanna say," his lips nearly at my ear, "next time you clench on my fingers, be ready."
"Ezio!"
He laughed, a real one, low and smug, echoing in the quiet room. I shoved him; he didn't budge, just turned, eyes still dark and deep, making me look away.
"Come on," he straightened, pushed the storage room door, took two steps, glanced back. "Follow up."
"I said you first."
"I know," he said. "Don't want to."
I glared, followed.
We walked the corridor side by side, not too close, his hand swinging, brushing my knuckles—once, twice, maybe on purpose. I shifted mine; he followed. Third time, he grabbed it.
"Ezio," I hissed. "People around."
"Yeah," he said, didn't let go.
"You—"
"I heard," he looked down, smirk lingering. "So?"
I inhaled, said nothing, let him hold as we hustled to the hall.
One second before entering, he released, stepped back to a safe distance, casual as hell, like nothing happened.
Hall lights enveloped us, golden and warm.
I stopped, scanned for Leo.
Then Sebastian approached from the left, two champagne flutes in hand. Saw me, smiled. "Found you—"
His eyes shifted behind me, paused.
He switched glasses to his left, extended right. Tone flat. "Long time."
I turned.
Ezio stood there, eyed the hand, his gaze iced over, like a door slamming shut.
He shook it. "Long time."
Words flat, but undercurrents different. I felt it.
Sebastian turned to me, smile intact. "Sorry, late. Kept you waiting."
I blinked. "No, I..."
"Leo's looking for you," he said. "Wanna go?"
I glanced at Ezio; he stood silent, cold still there, but something deeper in his eyes, murky.
"Okay," I said, followed Sebastian.
Two steps, then Ezio's voice behind, low. "Sebastian."
"Yeah?" Sebastian looked back.
"Let's talk sometime."
Not asking, stating. Sebastian paused, smile steady. "Sure, cousin."
I froze.
Cousin.
The word dropped in the hall's light, hit me unprepared, stunned me.
I turned, stared at Sebastian, then Ezio.
One smiling, one watching, waiting for me to piece it together.
"You..." My voice stuck.
Sebastian handed me the glass, casual as ever. "Yeah, we're cousins."