33. Chapter 33
Jasmine
I’m straddling a dead man’s lap, begging my boss to shove what I felt was an incredibly well-endowed cock into my needy pussy. This is certifiably the dirtiest, most unhinged, incredibly wrong thing I’ve ever done in my life. But it feels so damn right.
Witnessing Dario strangle a man until he took his last breath should have sent me running out of this stadium and to the nearest police station.
The man clearly knew what he was doing, and where I once thought Dario couldn’t hurt a flea, I now, after seeing his skill set, have no doubt his body count isn’t limited to one.
Still, watching him defend my honor was fucking hot as hell.
I know. I know. It’s wrong to kill, but it’s also wrong to shove a woman with a beer in her hands hard enough to nearly knock her down while also hurling derogatory insults. Potato, pah-tato.
I am sure tomorrow I will analyze tonight’s events and come to my senses about everything. But now—right fucking now—I need Dario inside of me.
“Dario, please,” I beg, sounding nearly as needy as my dripping core.
Yes, I’ve been wet since he confessed his reason for taking the man’s life.
I’m sure that is something my therapist and I will need to unpack later.
Much, much later. Right now, I just know I’ll burst if he doesn’t give me the relief I so desperately need.
“Jasmine,” Dario says, rushing over to me and making sure I don’t tumble from my perch.
The playful Joker is gone. Instead of the suave air of confidence he always brings to the room, I detect a hint of caution in his voice.
“You may be in shock. We should probably go back to the house and make sure you’re all right. ”
This motherfucker has done everything he can to get me to go out with him or sleep with him, and when I finally relent, he’s turning me down? I don’t fucking think so.
“If you won’t fuck me, I guess I’ll have to take care of things myself.
” I begin rolling my hips, finding friction from the man beneath me.
I don’t allow my thoughts to linger on who he is, or the fact that he is no longer among the land of the living.
And I definitely don’t consider all the things that happen to human bodies after they pass.
I simply pray my movements don’t loosen things up in the dead man I'm currently straddling. I stare at Dario’s too handsome face.
I think about how incredible his lips felt against mine and how I may be addicted to the taste of him.
I remind myself of all the ways this man has protected me and stood up for me.
Then, I rock back and forth, grinding myself against one man while desperately needing another.
Two fingers travel down, spreading my lips apart so he can see everything he’s missing.
I swipe my thumb over my clit, releasing a gasp of elation as I do.
My body is thrumming with need, but not for me.
I need Dario inside of me. I need him to still want what I’m offering.
I run a finger through my slit, then hold it up under the solitary, dim dome light in the room.
My arousal glistens, and when I look over into Dario’s hazelnut eyes, I see them glistening as well.
“Want a taste, pretty boy?”
Dario’s tongue flicks out over his bottom lip before he pulls it between his teeth. “Jasmine, I don’t…”
I cut him off by rubbing my finger against my lips before popping it between them. I moan as I suck off my taste, noting how fucking erotic it sounds, and the way his nails dig into my thighs as his mouth hangs open, I’d say he notes it, too. “Your loss. I taste so fucking good.”
Moving my fingers back down to my core, I plunge two fingers inside, throwing my head back and moaning so loudly I’m pretty sure the Zamboni driver can hear me. “I feel so good, too, Dario. Do you not want to know how good I taste? How good I feel?”
I look at him, holding contact as I rock my body back and forth, plunging my fingers deeper inside me. It feels like heaven, but I need so much more. I need my Italian Joker to break down and give in to me.
“Please, Dario,” I beg once more, eyeing the bulge in his pants and knowing he still has to want this. Still want me.
My fingers work inside me, curling up in an attempt to reach a spot too far out of reach.
As I’m about to angle myself for a deeper position, strong fingers circle my wrist. Dario yanks my fingers from where they were curled inside me, and I watch in fascination as he brings them to his lips.
I want him to shove them all into his mouth, let him suck them off, and realize what he could have.
Better yet, I want him to wrap them around that monster cock I know he has hiding behind his perfectly pressed pants.
But Dario somehow knows what I need more. He doesn’t move with the same urgency I’ve displayed. Instead, his tongue lightly brushes my fingertips, collecting the smallest dose of my arousal. He moans, not releasing my wrist, but not tasting any more of me either.
“What a dichotomy for a woman to be as strong as steel but as sweet as sugar.” Dario’s words are hushed, but then he flashes hungry eyes at me before dropping to his knees and spreading mine even farther apart.
When he runs his tongue up my slit, a moan erupts from my body.
He works that wicked tongue of his all around me, not missing a spot, paying special attention to my clit, alternating between licks and sucks.
It doesn’t take long until I’m crying out his name, coming completely undone as the orgasm crashes over me.
It takes me a moment to adjust to my surroundings after the intensity of my release, and when I do, a very naked Dario stands in front of me. This man is what fucking dreams are made of.
I can’t help but scan his beautifully sculpted body ever so slowly, not wanting to miss anything.
There was never any denying that Dario was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen, but I can now confirm there’s no other man who could compete with him.
My eyes drop down to the snake he is currently massaging between his legs.
I knew he was large when he stroked himself across my bedroom, but my mouth gapes when I realize how much larger things truly are the closer they appear. When I look up, he gives me that sinful smirk of his. “Don’t worry, angioletta, it will fit.”
My eyes drop down to inspect it once more because I’m not so sure his words are true.
Dario drops his hand away, and his glorious cock stands at attention like a beacon to my body.
My hand reaches out to trail the small pieces of metal on the underside, traveling up his shaft like the rungs of a ladder.
I gulp. “Your piercings.”
His smirk grows into a full-fledged smile, and fuck if that doesn’t make him even hotter. “You’ll love them. I promise.”
My tongue darts out to lick my lips. I have no doubt.
Dario picks up his pants from the concrete floor, retrieving his billfold. When a square foil packet is pulled out, I let out a depressed groan, causing him to cut his eyes at me.
“Is everything okay? We don’t have to do this, Jasmine. If you’ve changed your mind, I’ll understand. In fact, I’d be okay if I wasn’t fucking you against another man.”
My heart wants to explode at how willing he would be to end things now, regardless of how angry and swollen the tip of his cock currently appears, but my pussy wants to explode at the thought of him not filling it up.
“I want this,” I assure him. “It’s just that—” I shake my head. “Never mind. It’s dumb.”
Dario walks over and lifts my chin to meet his gaze. “I have never heard you say anything dumb. Tell me.”
His words only help solidify my desire for this man. “I have an IUD, and I really want to feel everything. I want to feel all of you.”
His devilish smirk appears. “You want to feel it as each one of my piercings pops into your perfect pussy?”
Yup. Yup, I fucking want that. I nod, ready to ask for what I want. “If you trust me, I would love for there not to be a barrier between us.”
A wide grin spreads across Dario’s face.
“Trust you? I brought you into my home and confessed my family’s darkest sins to you.
I killed a man for you, and you watched me do it.
I trust you implicitly.” He tilts my chin up.
“I get tested regularly, and I always wear a condom. But if you tell me you trust me, too, I would love for you to be the only woman I share this connection with.”
His brown eyes pull me in, and I think about his words.
Do I trust Dario, knowing all that he and his family have done?
All they are capable of doing? Do I trust him, knowing everyone at my old firm says he’s a total player and has probably been in bed with more women than I’ve ever managed to make friends with?
Can I trust him to be as gentle as I need him to be as he eases into me, then as rough as I need him to be to bring me to another orgasm for the night?
Swallowing down any doubts, I reach up, grab the back of his neck, and guide his face down.
He presses his lips against mine, and I open up for him, allowing him to seek my tongue and explore all that I am.
When we break apart, I grin at him, something I haven’t done a lot of, but hope to do more of in the future. “I trust you, Dario Caruso.”
A small smile, maybe a more genuine one than I’ve ever seen, tugs at his lips.
He lines up his impressive length at my entrance, and I take in a deep breath, bracing myself for an impact I know will be deliciously painful.
Dario slowly sinks inside me, and my air cuts off.
He’s so thick, so big, so pierced, and it’s all so much.
“Breathe, Jasmine, you’re doing so good for me. Take a breath, and I’ll give you some more.” I do as Dario says, allowing him to coach me as he continues to feed my pussy his cock until he’s at the hilt.
Dario’s hands come up to cup my face. “Are you okay? Speak to me. Tell me how you’re doing.”
I take a breath, relaxing around him. The stretch is painful, but somehow also the greatest pleasure I’ve ever experienced. “I’m good. This feels good.”
The boyish smirk skates across his lips again before Dario leans down and kisses me. Pulling away, he says, “We’re only getting started.”
This time, Dario doesn’t take his time, pulling himself out and plunging into my core. I cry out as I feel every single inch and metal bar that comes with it.
“Fuck,” he draws out, and I agree, but my breath hasn’t caught up with me yet, and I can’t speak. Dario continues to pull out and sink back in, but my body doesn’t appreciate the angle I’m in.
Dario’s eyes meet mine, and he can sense my frustration. I didn’t realize I was so easy to read until I met him. “What’s wrong, angioletta? Am I hurting you?”
“No,” I groan. “ I need…” I grunt, but can’t find the words. I need something, but I can’t figure out how to explain it.
As I go to try again, Dario is hauling me into his arms, his dick still inside of me, and when my body leans into him, he sinks further, and I moan deeply.
“Yes, fuck that feels so good. I need you. I need more of you.”
“Wrap your legs around me.” I immediately do as he says, gasping as he hits a spot inside that nearly has me peaking.
Dario’s large hands grip my ass, pulling me closer to him, and I rest my forehead against his. The connection as he pumps me onto his incredible cock is too much, and my body tightens around him.
“Fuck, Jasmine, your pussy is so fucking perfect. You are so fucking perfect. You were made for me, Jaz. Do you feel it? Do you feel how good we are together?”
“Yes,” I cry out. “You feel so good, Dario. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Not gonna fucking stop,” Dario growls. “I can’t get enough of you. You are mine.”
With each word, he thrusts inside, and it tips me over. The orgasm crashes into me, and I throw my head back, but Dario never loosens his grip, not even as his cum fills me up and I begin to feel it slide between my thighs.