Page 112 of Milo

"Five minutes," I reply, my tone airy and full of anticipation. "Can you control your impulses for five little minutes, sir?"

"Are you certain you want me to succeed?" he asks through his teeth. "Are you certain you wish to grant me access to every single part of your body?"

"Absolutely certain.” Milo's jaw locks, every muscle in his body clenching as I turn around and hover my ass just above his lap. "Five minutes starts... now."

Grabbing onto his knees, I expel a gasp as I lower my ass down to his pelvis and grind against his growing erection. "That was quick.” I lean back and fondle my breasts in sensual movements. His balmy erratic breath fans against my neck as I continue to torture the man who's tortured me for weeks. "You're doing so good, baby.”

"I can smell how wet you are, Kiara," Milo growls, his hard cock twitching against my gyrating hips. His evident discomfort only makes me grind harder. "Fuck..."

"Mmm...if only you could feel how wet I am.” I glide two fingers over the smooth damp fabric of my panties, arching my spine as the back of my head rests on his shoulder. "I'm soaked. So fucking wet."

"Dio aiutami.” Milo grips the cushions of the armchair, his knuckles whiter than the purest cocaine. "How much longer?" His thick, strained voice is like a prayer to the heavens. Except in this moment, God is a woman. And Milo is just a man. A lowly mortal. Putty in my evil hands.

"There is power in restraint, Mr. Di Vaio.” I rock my hips in stronger, deeper motions. His zipper creates delicious friction against my sex. "Control yourself."

"Enough!" Milo roars. I moan as he yanks my hair, tugging my head back, his tongue licking the slope of my neck. "True power lies in taking what you want." Oh, shit. His hands snap up to my chest, squeezing my breasts, my nipples helpless between his fingers as he twists and turns and torments. "I lose."

He jerks up, spinning me in his arms, violent yearning blazing in his irises.

"And what do you want?" I pant as he dips his thumb between my quivering lips, his right hand kneading my ass cheeks. I suck on his fingers, twirling my tongue. "Hmm?"

"I want to choke you with my cock," he growls, pushing me down to my knees, cupping my jaw. Tight. "And then I want to fuck you so hard that the dead will hear your cries."

And she will.

"As you wish.” I release his pulsing erection and stroke his silky shaft, precum glistens on the tip like fucking diamonds. A girl's best friend. Gathering my hair in one hand, Milo surges forward, knocking the air out of my lungs as he fucking annihilates every inch of my willing mouth.

"Such a good girl," he growls.

I gag and groan and gasp for breath as he takes what he wants and gives me everything I need. He claims me and I mark him— the smudged red lipstick on the base of his cock a warning to all the bitches in the world that this man is mine.

With tears in my eyes and saliva dripping down my chin, Milo pulls me to my feet. Lurching forward, his lips devour mine, carnal and chaotic. We stumble toward his four-pillar bed, my pussy dripping, aching, needing to be filled.

Whipping me around, he throws me on the bed, my forearms and knees dipping the firm mattress as my chest heaves with vicious arousal.

"Don't you dare rip the fucking panties," I say, between pleasurable groans as he slaps my ass repeatedly, giving each cheek plenty of wanted attention. "They were expensive."

A dark, amused chuckle spills past his lips as his fingers curl under the luxurious fabric, pushing it to the side. "As you wish, baby," he mocks me as he buries his face inside my slick folds, his tongue probing, pillaging, penetrating all my fucking holes.

"Oh my God!" I cry, fisting the bedsheets so hard that they might disintegrate. "Holy shit!"

A husky groan escapes the back of this throat as he slips two fingers inside of me, swirling my juices like a goddamn cyclone. My abs contract as I near release, my eyes rolling back, my toes curling, my whole-body fucking humming with elation.

"Not yet" he commands as he replaces his fingers with his cock, teasing my sex for just a second before slamming inside me. My entire body jerks forward as he breeches my walls. My defense. My shield. It's down. Gone. Nothing there. He has me. All of me. And it feels so fucking good.

Snaking his arms around my torso, he yanks me against his bare chest, destroying my pussy with every deep thrust. "You are fucking perfect," he mutters, his voice raw, hoarse as he scoops my breasts out of the bra and rolls my nipples between his fingers. "You are a goddess, a fucking savior."

"Oh my God, harder!" I beg, soaring through celestial skies, relishing in his worship, his wickedness, his bewitching power. "Milo!"

"Fuck, yes, yes, yes!" he grunts, slobbering wet kisses all over my sweaty body as my walls clench around his throbbing cock and we both come undone, our bodies shaking in a rapturous stupor.

Best nine hundred Euros I've ever spent.

Ever.

After catching our breath, Milo helps me off the bed, holding my body with a gentle touch as we go to the bathroom to clean up. What a disaster. I lean into the mirror, adjusting the tangled mess of lingerie that's still somehow intact.

"You didn't rip anything," I muse, tossing him a coy glance as he splashes cold water on his face. "I'm impressed."

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