Page 74 of Taboo Flames

“Is that so?” Gio replies, then moans loudly.

I turn my head to see Fiore staring at my breasts, so I grab one and tweak the nipple for him, enjoying the way his gaze sharpens.

“You like that, don’t you?” Gio grits out. “You like being watched while you take my cock like a good girl, don’t you?”

The feel of him moving inside me, combined with his dirty words and the heat of Fiore’s eyes on me, succeed in making my desire rise higher and higher.

I wrap my legs tighter around Gio’s back, clinging to him like he’s my lifeline.

“Yes, I love it. All of it. I love everything you do to me,” I cry.

“You’re mine, Aurora Vitale,” Gio declares.

“I’m yours. Yours. Oh, God.”

I turn just in time to see Fiore pressing the heel of his palm against the bulge in his pants.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard that you forget your name,” Gio proclaims against my throat, his teeth clamping down on the skin there.

My nails rake down his back at the pain interspersed with pleasure. His hands trail down to my wet heat, and he presses his large palm against the top of my mound. Each thrust makes my clit rub against his palm, driving me crazy.

“Cum for me, princess,” he commands.

I feel my body seize up, and then I release a full-body shudder as my orgasm rips through me, sending me into a world bright with light, colors, and possibility.

“Gio!” I scream his name as he fucks me through my orgasm and into another one. Then, he stills above me and cums with a guttural cry.

“Mine,” I whisper into his neck as he pumps his cum into me.

I hear the soft click of the door, and we turn in unison to find that we are now alone.

“I’ll never hurt you, Aurora,” he tells me softly.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “I know.”

CHAPTER 20

Aurora

“There’s not enough syrup on it,” I tell Gio on Sunday morning as he slides a plate of pancakes over to me.

We spent most of Friday and Saturday in bed, eating lots of takeout and having even more sex. At this rate, I’m going to be walking bowlegged for the rest of my life.

I also just learned that the scary mafia boss could make a mean pancake.

He gives me a look and then pointedly stares at my plate stacked with pancakes swimming in syrup.

“I want them to drown,” I tell him defensively. “Stop judging me.”

“Hmmm.”

“Aren’t you hungry?” I ask, noticing he didn’t make himself a plate.

“I am,” he says, his eyes darkening. “But not for food.”

I glare at him. “Well, too bad for you because my vagina is closed until further notice. She’s recovering from the relentless abuse she took this weekend.”

Gio’s mouth curves up into a smile, and he steps forward until he’s within kissing range. Then he lowers his voice into a silky purr that makes my blood rush to my nether regions.

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