Page 87 of Diavolo

He smiled wickedly. "Absolutely. Punish me more."

Her green eyes widened at first. Then, they narrowed. The bastard wanted his ass kicked, did he? Suddenly, anger merged with a need to fuck him into complete submission.

"Your clothes," she ordered, "I want them gone."

Alessandro didn't hesitate to meet her demand. In a blur, her new husband practically tore the tux from his body. His cock wasalready solid. No surprise there. His gaze dragged over her as though she was perfection. "Your turn."

"Be a gentleman and help me," growled Elyse. "This dress is fucking impossible to remove by myself."

Alessandro rushed over, unhooking, unbuttoning, and unzipping the complicated backing for the bodice of her gown with the skill of a man who'd probably undressed one too many women in his past. The heavy, couture gown fell from her curves, landing at her ankles in a cloud of gossamer and tulle. He held Elyse's hands and helped her step from the cumbersome fabric. In the next moment, his right hand skirted toward the clasp of her bra while his left hand tugged at the hem of her panties. Elyse swatted him away. "Leave them on."

His eyes darkened with interest. "Is this part of my punishment?"

Elyse didn't answer him. She let her actions do the talking instead. She placed her palms upon his bare chest and started pushing him toward the bed. He didn't resist as they toppled onto the mattress together. She climbed on top of him in her lacy white bra and panties, purposely planting her knees on either side of his waist without making contact. Her pussy hovering enticingly over his all too ready dick.

A shadow of a smirk continued to linger on his lips. The bastard appeared to be enjoying his penance way too much. Their power play seemed to turn him on. Elyse glared down at him. She intended to wring the truth from him through his cock. She couldn't wait to make him suffer. It'd serve him right if she denied him altogether. Either option felt like fair game at this point. She reached between her thighs to slide the crotch of her panties to the side, revealing herself to him. Her fingers danced and teased along her lips, the delicate petals of her folds, and the pretty pink of every crease until—

Alessandro drew in a sharp breath as she found her clit. Around and around, Elyse used her middle and ring fingers to circle her sinful, little pleasure point. Over and over, she stroked herself. Dipping inside to wet her fingertips several times to heighten her pleasure. Elyse's diamond glistened upon her ring finger. Her slick pussy also began to glisten.

His steely shaft twitched and writhed beneath her. Brown and blue-gray eyes were mesmerized by each movement of her fingers. His breaths were practically panting. He couldn't seem to look away. Without warning, Elyse lowered herself to him, grasping his cock in hand to allow his reddening tip to brush against her hot, slippery folds. Alessandro's breath shorted as he groaned, "Per favore, cuore mio,do not tease, I have been patient for so long!"

His hands came to grip her hips as though intending to ram inside.

"No, I'm in charge," Elyse murmured tauntingly, rising a few inches to dangle herselfjustout of his reach. "Behave. Or you can go fuck yourself.The choice is yours."

Alessandro chuckled humorlessly. "I see the tables have turned."

She teased her folds against his cock once more. "Why did you stay in Paris for so long?"

He panted, "I was working."

"On?"

"Sales."

Fuck his vague-ass answers. Elyse sank onto his cock. No more than an inch, though. The swollen head stretched her tight, wet walls. Elyse's head swam with pleasure as Alessandro's eyes rounded out, rolling heavenward in sheer bliss.

It was time for specifics. "What were you trying to sell?"

He thrust in a little more and moaned, "Cazzo Madre di Dio, I am in heaven."

She danced away, breaking contact between her pussy and his cock. "Answer me."

"Coca."

Cocaine?Elyse slid back down. Her pussy hugged him like a candied vice. "Don't you want to fuck your wife?"

His nostrils flared. With desire.Frustration. "You are trying to kill me."

With a lethal smile, Elyse rode his cockhead with her pussy, pumping his thick, throbbing tip in and out of her tightness in shallow, teasing, not-at-all-enough movements. "Tell me what happened with Castillo and Marrone. Did your deal with them fall through?"

Alessandro gritted his teeth. Every muscle in his body was straining as though in pain even while pleasure soared between them."Non adesso,cuore mio.Parliamo dopo."

He appeared to be struggling to find his English. Desperate grunts tumbled from his mouth in a lust-drenched stupor. Heat and want sang through Elyse as well. Her hips snapped and rolled as she rocked herself over his body at needier and needier speeds.

With a low, imposing growl, his large hands clamped around her hips. Swiftly, Elyse was thrown beneath him. She gasped in shock as he dove between her legs. It happened so fast. Her bra flew away. Her panties disappeared. His arms looped around her thighs, splaying her pussy wide, as he shoved his cock back inside with a defiant thrust. Elyse was more than slick, wet, and ready, but she still winced at the invasive, breathtaking stretch. Her husband was averywell-endowed man.

"Slow down," she moaned. "You're too fucking big."

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