Page 95 of Capo

“God,” I cry, bucking, gripping his hair, pulling him closer.

“Say my name,” he growls, adding another finger, thrusting deep, pumping in and out, his mouth latching onto my clit.

I tense, my heart wild as every nerve cell seems to focus on what he’s doing between my legs. “Good God!” I grit out, panting, clutching his hair harder, pulling his head to me, rocking my hips.

He grazes my clit with his teeth, making me jump. “Say my name!”

“Luciano!” I almost weep, arcing, trembling. He doesn’t stop, he buries his face in my pussy, rubbing his fingers against a spot that makes me jerk hard. “Stop,” I gasp. “I can’t!”

When did he ever? He doesn’t stop. Instead he pushes a finger against my other entrance. Slick with my juices he thrusts inside without hesitation. I clench up on instinct but he is relentless, his tongue on my clit, pumping his fingers in both my holes. The first spasm makes me jerk up and then I almost fall off the counter when I come completely undone in a series of convulsions that leaves me gasping, screaming out my pleasure. My thighs shake and I can’t control my body, but Luciano grabs me and carries me to the couch. I wrap my legs around his waist and bite down on the bulging muscle where his neck meets his shoulder.

Dropping me on the couch, he tears open his pants, letting them fall to the floor along with his boxers. His eyes narrow as he looks me over with eyes so hungry, so dark that they make my heart flutter. He stands before me naked, his cock thick and hard for me, the muscles in his powerful thighs flexing, his large hands clenching and unclenching.

“You are going to regret that,” he says in a low voice, dangerously calm, controlled, tentatively touching the red mark on the side of his neck. His words set me on fire. His gaze, following my curves from my still trembling eyes, to my pussy, belly, breasts, neck and back up to meet my eyes, scorches me and makes every patch of skin ache for more of his touch.

My stomach clenches and my heart rate picks up. I’m crazy as a bat, but I say it before I regret it. “Maybe I need to be punished?”

I didn’t think his eyes could get darker, but danger just took on a whole new meaning. “Come here,” he says and takes a step back. “Bend over.” He points at the armrest and I shuffle off the couch, trembling, frightened, ablaze.

Standing before him, meeting his gaze, holding it a few seconds, I then turn and present my ass to him. He puts a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me forward until I fall. I clasp my hands together as if in prayer, burying my face between my arms.

I jerk when I feel his hand on my ass, but he doesn’t slap it, instead he strokes it tenderly. “Did you kill a man yesterday?”

“Two,” I say with a shudder.

“You bad girl!” His hand bears down on my skin and the sharp sting makes me cry out.

“How did it make you feel?”

I hesitate. “Scared.”

He slaps me again. Harder. I groan, gritting my teeth against the burning sensation that replaces the sting.

“You should be scared, Chloe. You’re in my world now. It’s a scary place.”

“Mm-hmm!” I cry out when he slaps again, making me shoot forward.

Luciano grabs my hips and pulls me back, connecting his palm with my butt again and again. I twist and jerk and try to move away, but he’s got me pinned against the couch. “I did not ask you a question.”

“You’re just making excuses to spank me,” I gasp.

I twitch when he slides his fingers along my drenched pussy lips, rubbing up and down. “I don’t need excuses. I do as I fucking please.”

I groan, my legs shaking as I bury my face in the cushion. Suddenly, he thrusts his fingers inside me.

“Did it only make you scared?”

I mewl. I can’t speak! I scream when his hand bears down on me again.

“Tell me!”

“No!” I cry.

“Did it turn you on?”

“No!”

“Then why are you so fucking desperate for me to fuck you all of a sudden?”

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