Page 69 of Maddest Temptation

I couldn’t take it any longer, my entire body was going to combust if he didn’t do something. Cassio stepped away and headed toward the lights.

“No.” I stopped him. “Leave them off.”

“Why the fuck would I?”

I looked away. Two fingers lifted my chin. “Francesca, why would I leave them off?” I didn’t answer. “Francesca?”

“Please.”

“We are not doing this until you tell me why.” He stood his ground.

“Because Cassio…because,” I answered.

Because it’s how it had always been with Paolo, how he turned off the lights because he didn’t want to see my tears or the hollowness in my eyes. Or rather, he didn’t want to see how young his wife was, how inexperienced and highly repulsed she was.

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

I nodded.

“Fuck, Francesca.” He let go and turned the lights on regardless. “I’m not Paolo. He isn’t here. I am. And I’ve waited too long not to see you.” He strode toward me.

Caressing my collarbone gently he said, “You were always breathtaking, Francesca.” My eyes found his. “Trust me in this, your beauty is astonishing, the kind men would go to war for. The stars and the moon, and even the sun pale in comparison to you.”

I sucked in a deep breath, deeply affected by his words. Cassio always knew how to make me feel like the world belonged to me. The only problem was, he also had the power to destroy it.

I didn’t want this to be about feelings. This was supposed to be carnal, just sex, and nothing else. So, I got on the tip of my toes and kissed him.

Cassio lifted me up, his large hands cradling my ass, and carried me toward his bed. He dropped me gently and prowled towards me, a smile painted his lips as he removed a strand of hair from my face.

“You have no idea how long I have waited for you, Francesca.” He caressed my cheeks.

God, I knew. I knew it because I had been waiting for this, too. “I want you to kiss me,” I confessed.

Cassio smirked, and leaned down to capture my lips, the kiss was slow at first and got more momentum as we lost ourselves in it. He cupped my cheeks with one hand while the other he used to caress my breast. I couldn’t help the moan from escaping my lips.

“Shirt, off, now,” he ordered.

I complied eagerly. He stared at my chest for a while and used one finger to outline my nipple. I shuddered in anticipation. Cassio pulled the straps of my bralette and pushed it down so that my boobs slipped out. He cupped them and massaged me gently.

“They are as perfect as I imagined them to be.” He twisted one of my nipples with his calloused fingers and I cried out in pleasure.

He grinned and took his time twisting and then soothing my nipples over and over again until I couldn’t help but squirm. “Cassio,” I begged not knowing what I wanted but knowing I needed more.

“Yes, Principessa?” He seemed completely lost in my breasts.

“I…I need more,” My cheeks blazed.

He leaned down and captured one nipple into his mouth. The wetness and the heat made my head go blank, and I arched my back.

Cassio looked up at me, and I could feel him smiling. He reached under me and expertly unclasped my bra and helped me out of it.

“Beautiful.” He kissed my collarbone. “Exquisite.” He kissed my jaw. And then he hovered over me. “I’m going to fuck you hard, and you’re going to take me. I want every person in this building to hear it, do you understand?”

I nodded in a daze.

“Good girl.” He kissed my lip.

Then he began kissing down my body, starting with my nipples, down my ribs, and to my belly button—wherever his lips went, his hands followed. My skin was tight and pebbled while my insides burned, making it hard to think straight.

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