Page 79 of Cardinal

Inhaling deeply, he slid his thumb across my jaw and pressed it against my bottom lip. "With those fuck me eyes."

Oh! Oh shit.

Shuddering and gasping softly, my hands desperately clung to the front of his shirt to keep myself up when my knees went weak. "I… I need to leave be—"

"No." He tersely cut me off, slipping his hand down around my neck and using the leverage to drag me to the end of the bed. "Strip." He commanded in an unwavering voice after sitting me on the edge of the bed.

"Y-yes, sir." I shouldn't encourage him by giving in to his whims, but fuck me because I was in too deep and didn't want to climb out.

Also, my hands started acting on their own accord to his words, so I already had my shirt off when my mind decided to listen. But as I reached behind to unclasp my bra, Luciano grabbed my wrist, making me look at him with a frown and scrunched eyes. "Safe-word?" And there was my gentleman.

The tension in my face eased with my smile. "Tap out, and if I can't talk, tap you repeatedly."

Upon hearing my answer, he nodded before releasing my wrist and letting me continue. Turning around, he lifted his gaze to my reflection in the dresser mirror across the room from us. "That's it, baby, spread those pretty legs for me, let me see that lovely cunt of mine." He spoke in between his own stripping, not turning to give me an ounce of attention as his eyes remained fixed on the mirror.

Pouting a frown, I glared at him softly as I kicked my panties off before bringing my feet up onto the edge of the bed, spreading myself wide for him with a flushed face. "It's not yours." I retorted as my head slowly turned away so I wasn't looking at my own lewd reflection.

"Yet." Unfortunately, his arrogant smile didn't go unnoticed by my eyes. "Now touch yourself, spread those lips for me, and show me how wet and needy you are." He commanded, his smile widening to where he almost grinned.

Defiantly, I turned my head completely off to the side to hide the blushing embarrassment on my face. "Hmp."

"Principessa," his voice deepened with a playful warning as the corners of his lips curled deviously, "If I have to get my hands dirty with spanking your cunt then you are going to be up until I return hours later." Flashing me with a cruel grin worthy of his moniker, he teased me with a dark voice full of playfulness. "The boys have been wanting to hang out. So, I think I might grab that drink with them after our success tonight, hit up the clubs, see how business is doing, and have some fun." Dragging out a mocking sigh, he tilted his head slightly. "All while my poor Juliet is waiting and wanting for some relief at home."

Fuming, I instantly turned my head back and glared at his back as if my eyes were lasers and holes would bore through him any second. "You so much as look at another girl, and I will lock you out of your whole property."

Forget a bed of roses. Have fun sleeping on the pavement, jerk.

Apparently, he thought I was funny by how he threw his head back with a soft laugh. "Then you won't like what happens when I have to break into my own house again." His body turned around in one smooth movement, striding towards me so effortlessly like some goddamn model on stage as he buckled his pants together.

His body towered over me as he stood between my open legs. Then, like a predator studying its prey, he looked over every inch of me with eyes so full of burning desire that I could feel my own body heat up in response.

In a flash, his hand shot out and grabbed my face, forcing me to lean up awkwardly because of my position. "I was nice to you before and held back for your sake. But now that I know your limits, you better watch out." He warned me with a dark smirk as he hovered inches above me. "Now, either you be a good girl and obey while I finish, or I will tie you up to the bed and strap a vibrator to you and leave it for however long I decide to be out."

Zipping my mouth shut, I averted my eyes from him and moved a hand down to spread my puffy lips for him to see my glistening slit. "Good girl." He purred, making me shiver with delight.

As much as I wanted to challenge him and make his life hard, I didn't want to be stuck to the damn bed for hours being stimulated. Knowing Luciano, he would purposely stay out a little extra to drag his point on.

Letting go, he went back to the dresser, keeping a watch on me with the mirror. "Get your juices on your fingers and slide two of them in." He didn't miss a beat with his smooth command, even as he was busy fixing the straps of his holster snug on his black-clad body.

God, this was so embarrassing. I barely touched myself in private, yet he made me do it for him to watch. Damn prick.

Chewing my bottom lip, I dragged things out by rubbing myself fully to spread my juices. I needed a moment to force my nerves down. Also, I hoped that maybe if I played stubborn and stupid, then he'd finish and leave.

Luciano's sweetened words melted my anxiety away completely. "Juliet, it's okay, sweetheart. You can do it for me like the good girl you are." A glimpse of his warm and proud smile was what really did me in, though.

Propping myself up on an elbow, I watched my own reflection and Luciano with shaky eyes as I penetrated myself with my ring and middle finger. The feeling of my tight walls being parted and stimulated with the movement of my fingers caused me to moan softly while my eyes closed on their own accord. "Eyes on me, sweetheart. I want you to watch me and yourself while you pleasure yourself." Luciano's dominating voice shook me to my core, his words taking hold of my body.

Like a puppet on strings, my body obeyed his words. I couldn't bring myself to look away from the mirror because the sight of myself masturbating was kind of mesmerizing, not gonna lie. I mean, it was weird to watch myself finger myself and the faces I made in response to the pleasure. But it was like bad porn where you couldn't stop watching because it was so bad, and you just had to see how it ended.

"That's it, principessa, get your fingers nice and deep, get your sweet spot, and come for me. Keep your eyes on me and the mirror. I want to see how wonderful you look when you hit that height of pleasure." I might have quipped back at him if I weren't so captivated with myself and the budding pleasure numbing my ears.

I mean, I did not look wonderful. I looked like I needed to sneeze or smelled something disgusting. Seriously, how did he find this hot? Luciano's made numerous comments about how fucking beautiful I looked when I orgasm, and I honestly don't understand it one bit now that I was seeing it for myself. But hey, beauty in the eye of the beholder…? Not like I could control my face when I orgasmed, so whether he liked it or not, he either had to get used to it or learn to look away.

"Eyes up." I didn't even realize my drifting gaze until my eyes recentered themselves on my reflection and Luciano's intense focus on me. "Good girl, are you close?" He asked with a smug little smirk.

"Yes." I could barely whisper out my response as I found my voice being lost in my moans.

Gripping the sheets, I pushed myself to reach the edge with a few hard thrusts, moaning deeply as the waves of pleasure filled my warm body. "Luciano." His name felt like a prayer leaving my lips so airily.

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