Page 53 of Passion and Revenge

I glare up at him. “It is none of your business. How many women’s faces have you…you know.”

He cocks his head, lip twitching. “Say it. Say fucked.”

My lips suddenly feel very dry, and I swipe my tongue over them for some moisture. The frost in his blue eyes immediately melts away, and he looks like a starving man who has just set his eyes on a feast.

“Say it,” he repeats.

“Fucked,” I mutter. I’m sure my face is on fire, but I refuse to break eye contact with him.

“Undo my belt,” he orders, and I rush to comply. I have the worst case of selective obedience when it comes to Alessandro. One moment, I’m swearing I’ll never do his bidding, and the next, I’m a dog that’s eager to please its master.

I reach for the buckle of his belt and undo the clasp with shaky hands. Then, I sit back on my heels and wait for further instructions.

At this moment, I can’t think past the blue-eyed man’s precise instructions. I find that I don’t want to think right now.

“Undo the button and zipper on my pants.”

I nibble on my lower lip as I carefully slide the zipper down. The sound of it feels too loud in the room that is utterly silent except for my thudding heartbeat.

“You look so pretty on your knees for me,” he says, his voice sounding odd. “So goddamn pretty. So forbidden. Now I know how Adam and Eve felt.”

I swallow roughly as I come to eye level with the obscene bulge displayed by his Calvin Klein ash briefs. “You don’t look like you were the sort of kid who paid attention in Sunday school.”

“I didn’t. One of the Catholic school girls liked to recite the Bible to me while I pushed her prim school dress over her waist and fucked the Christianity out of her.”

I swear he says these things just to make me blush.

“Take it out,” he commands.

My hand immediately dives under the band of his briefs and wraps around his thick, hot flesh.

“Oh God,” I exclaim as it bobs before my face.

I run my hand up and down his erection experimentally. It’s the smoothest silk wrapped around granite, and my fingers don’t meet as they encircle his girth. How had this thing ever fit inside me?

I wince now, just imagining it. I’m never letting this thing anywhere near me again. However, the wetness I can feel soaking my panties calls me a liar in every language.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he says through gritted teeth.

My mouth immediately parts for him.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Obeying, I stick my tongue out like a red carpet welcoming his dick. And then he’s placing the flushed head on the tip of my tongue.

“Suck.”

My body hums with desire as I close my lips around the mushroom head and suck it into my mouth.

“Sienna. Fuck.” His hands fly into my hair, and he clutches it a little bit too tight, but it makes me moan. I don’t want to be treated like a girl right now. I want to be treated like a grown woman.

I know there’s a lot of him, but I don’t realize just how much until he starts to push into my mouth. I moan around his length, slobbering over it without much finesse.

“That freaking mouth,” he growls as I begin to bob on it, trying to take as much of him as possible and almost choking myself to death. “We’ll get rid of your gag reflex with time, baby,” he continues confidently, as though it’s a fact that we’ll be doing this often. It’s a relief to hear him say that, even though I want to argue that this isn’t going to become a regular thing.

“Hmmm,” I hum.

“Good girl,” he purrs. “Wrap your hands around the base. Good. Just like that.”

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