Page 44 of All the Dangerous Things

Gio dug his fingers into my inner thighs, causing pain to mix with my fading orgasmic pleasure. I gasped. His head lifted, his grin positively devilish as his straight, white teeth flashed in the darkness.

While keeping his gaze locked on mine, he bit my thigh, then soothed the sting with his tongue. He did this harder with each bite, moving closer to my pussy until he was dragging his teeth along my lower lips.

My skin burned, and I knew there’d be bruising come morning. When he bit me especially hard, I arched my back, trying to push him away because the sensations were just too much.

“You know what I’m anticipating?”

I couldn’t breathe nor think, let alone speak.

“I can’t wait to shove my dick deep into this virgin, unused pussy, Tatiana.” He dragged his tongue along the small indentation of my belly button. “I can’t wait to feel your tightness around mydick, knowing I broke through that forbidden little cherry of yours.”

I gripped the sheets as he lowered his head again to drag his tongue from my pussy hole to my clit before sucking the little bead into his mouth and humming around it. I cried out as he sucked me hard before letting go with a loud kissing sound that made me quiver.

“My cock is so damn hard.Christ, sweet girl. I’ve never been harder in my fucking life.” He shoved his tongue deep into my body, and my inner muscles clenched around it, trying to draw him in deeper.

I knew—my body knew—what it needed. And that was Gio’s thick cock forcing its way through as he pushed into me.

I moaned and closed my eyes when he ran pressured circles on my clit with his tongue.

“?????? ?? ????. ??????, ??? ? ???? ? ???? ????.”Look at me. Watch me as I lick and suck on you.

It drove me crazy when he spoke Russian to me. His pronunciation was heavily accented, likely by the region his teacher came from—whoever it had been who taught him my native language. But it was so hot that it turned me on just as much as when he whispered to me in Italian.

On instinct, I opened my eyes and looked at him,following every word he’d said. I recognized the same hard, dominant tone he’d used in his apartment and felt a need—and want—to obey.Something I’d never felt before, seeing as my usual response was to fight against those who wanted to control my life.

Gio was an inch over my pussy now, his big, scarred, and tattooed hands sliding over my paler flesh. His touch was soft, but I knew the strength he wielded.

“I want you to come all over my face again. I want you to make my lips numb because you ground this perfect, pink little cunt all over my mouth.”

He went back to eating me out. And the entire time, Gio stared into my eyes, making sure I didn't disobey.

I felt him push one, then two fingers into my body, and pain exploded in my bottom lip. I realized I was biting it hard enough I broke the flesh, tasting the metallic flavor of blood as I licked it, coating my tongue.

Faster than I could anticipate, Gio made me come so hard and long I called out his name. Head pressing back, mouth parted, and eyes closed, I rode out the pleasure against Gio’s face until I felt his hard body press down on me from above.

“Look at me.” His voice was hard and stern, and he gripped my chin and forced me to stare into his eyes.

Gio dragged his tongue over my bottom lip, licking up the blood that welled there.

“I’m going to do the same to your virgin pussy when I pop that cherry, pretty baby.”

My body felt like it seized in anticipation at the promise.

Gio licked my lips once more, then pulled back and groaned, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful. There’s not one thing about you that doesn’t drive me fucking insane.” And when he kissed me, I felt all his dark need for me projected into that kiss. “My beautiful girl. You want to be my pretty slut?”

I gasped at his praise and the obscenely erotic degradation that followed.

“But only mine, Tatiana. You’ll only ever bemygood little slut.” He still gripped my chin as he made that declaration. “I can’t wait to see you on your knees, these gorgeous eyes staring up at me as you try to take all my cock down your throat. You’ll gag, and spit will spill out the corners of these pink lips because I'm too big for this perfect mouth of yours.”

I was panting as he talked dirty to me.

“But you won’t stop. I won’t let you. I’ll comedown your throat and make you drink it all. Hell, my balls are so full that I’ll have more for you. I’ll come all over your face. I’ll paint your tits with ropes of jizz. Fuck,cara.”Sweetheart. “My girl.”

Gio leaned far enough away from me so he could get me fully undressed. And I let him. I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me. “La mia piccola bambola Russa.”

I knew what that meant, since I looked it up the moment I was alone after the first time he said it. I could easily remember it phonetically, since the way in which he spoke it had made me shiver, even as it was branded on my mind—so possessive, like he felt whatever those Italian words were oh-so deeply.

My little Russian doll.

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