Page 77 of Empire of Temptation

Then she lifted her head and stuck out her tongue, giving my crown a swipe every time I moved forward. My gut cramped as pleasure arced through me. Merda! How did she know exactly how to drive me fucking out of my mind?

I moved faster, a man possessed. “Are you eager to taste my come, bella? Keep licking me. Show me how much you want it in your mouth.”

Her eyes flicked to mine. “Please, Luca.”

I couldn’t wait. The orgasm was building, undeniably close. Rising up, I angled toward her lips. “Circle the root in your fist. I want to fuck your mouth.”

She wrapped her fingers around my base and I slid my shaft into her hot wet mouth. I didn’t hold back, thrusting into her face, my balls slapping her fist. Her hand kept me from hurting her at this angle. Next time I would show her how to take me all the way in, deep into her throat.

Her free hand cupped my ass, guiding me, and her fingernails dug into my skin. The sting arrowed through my balls and I rocked faster, fierce need coiling inside me. Then her fingers wandered into the crevice between my cheeks and the idea that she might play with my ass was like a shot of white-hot lightning to my groin. I was lost. Come shot out my dick, my hips stuttering as my muscles tightened. She sucked me, moaning as I poured into her mouth, and I nearly blacked out. This girl,madonna.

When I was drained, I withdrew and dropped onto the bed beside her. “Fuck, Valentina.”

“That was fun.” She cuddled up next to me. “Do you think I’d win the Whose Mistress Gives the Best Blow Job competition on Mafia Island?”

My mouth twitched at her choice of words. She was coming around to the idea, which pleased me very much. “Without a doubt, piccolina.”

“That’s good. Do you know which competition I’d like to see?”

“Which one?”

“Which mafia boss gives the best head.”

Without missing a beat, I rolled her over and settled between her legs. “If there is still any doubt, then I had better show you right now.”

Valentina

“Let’s go shopping.”

I finished applying a second coat of mascara and glanced over my shoulder. Luca stood there, already dressed in a dark suit and looking good enough to eat. I was tempted to climb him like a tree and never let go.

But the restaurant was reopening tomorrow. It was my responsibility to see that everything was ready. “I need to get home, Luca.”

“This afternoon. First, I am taking you shopping.”

“You don’t need to do that. And I really need to get to the restaurant as soon as possible.”

He came toward me, his eyes never leaving mine in the mirror as he approached. His big body sealed to my back, while the marble counter pressed into my hip bones. My mouth went dry. Even though we had sex again in the shower this morning, I still craved him. Would I ever get enough?

His hand wrapped around my throat and he leaned down to kiss the soft spot behind my ear. “Who makes the rules, fiore mio?”

The words in his deep voice? Pure sin.

A full body shiver went through me. “You do, Luca,” I whispered.

“That is my girl. Now, finish getting ready so I can take you shopping and spoil the fuck out of you.”

“How long will it take?” I needed to let Roberto know when I would return.

He eased back and slapped my ass. “As long as I fucking say. Hurry up, woman.”

Biting my lip to keep from grinning, I reached for my phone. “I’ll text?—”

The phone suddenly disappeared from my fingers and Luca slipped it into the pocket of his suit coat. “I have already let Roberto know of your schedule. Andiamo, Valentina. You have five more minutes before I drag you out of here.” He walked out and shut the door.

Bossy mafia boss.

I finished getting ready, packed up my things, and stepped out of the palatial bathroom. When I did I found Luca on his phone, speaking in Italian. Though he sounded sexy, he also sounded annoyed and the little divot between his eyebrows was much deeper than usual. Still, it was hot.

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