Page 122 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

“Harder,” he growled, his breathing ragged as she tightened her grip, sliding the scarf up and down his shaft, pumping him harder.

“Like this?” Monique asked, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. “Or do you need more?”

“More,” he rasped, his control slipping away as she increased the pressure, her movements growing more forceful.

“Rosa,” Orazio moaned, the name a plea and a prayer as her strokes brought him closer to the edge.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly in an effort to keep the car on the road. Her fingers moved faster, the pink scarf smoothly gliding over his erection.

“Tell me you want this,” Monique demanded, her voice sultry and teasing.

“Fuck, yes,” he gasped, his eyes drifting shut briefly as he fought to maintain control. “I want it, Monique. I want this. I want you. I want forever.”

“That’s my good boy,” she purred, her words sending a shiver up his spine.

He should be angry with her for calling him a boy. So why the hell had her words brought him closer to his orgasm? Her pace quickened, the silky material sliding against his skin in a way that threatened to undo him completely. His hips bucked. His feet pressed harder on the gas.

“Slow down,” she whispered before gently biting his earlobe. “We don’t want to go too fast now, do we?”

Damn it, woman!

“Monique... I can’t hold back much longer,” Orazio warned, his voice barely more than a whisper as he sensed his orgasm approaching like a freight train.

“Then don’t,” she said, her tone filled with wicked satisfaction. “Cum for me, Mr. Cattaneo.”

His fragile grip on his control snapped. He cried out Monique’s name as he climaxed, the pleasure rocketing through him like lightning. His body shook with the force of his release as Monique caught his cum in the scarf, preventing it from getting on his clothes.

So, this was why she’d wanted the scarf!As he panted, still reeling from the intensity of his orgasm, he watched in awe as she removed the scarf from his cock. She placed it back in the small black bag from the boutique and tossed the bag onto the floorboard. His little vixen wasn’t done surprising him yet.

“It seems I left a little behind,” she whispered before leaning down and licking away the remaining traces from his cock. “Is that what you needed?” she asked, staring up at him with a sly smile on her face.

“More than you’ll ever know,” he replied breathlessly, heart still racing. “You...” he paused. “You never cease to amaze me, Monique Rose.”

“Good,” she replied, leaning back in her seat as she wiped her fingers across the corners of her mouth.

He drove in silence, mind replaying what had just happened. A smile curved across his face.Monique Rose. Rosa.The woman he loved. He’d always felt his life was missing something.

Now, he knew it hadn’t been missingsomething. It had been missingsomeone. And he’d found her in his casino. Orazio had hit the jackpot when it came to love. A drop of rain splashed against his windshield, then another.

“Those clouds look dark,” Monique observed. “I don’t know if I told you this, but I have a fear of bad weather.”

Raz pressed harder on the gas. “I’ll get us home before it gets bad.”

Damn it.Now the weather was fucking up his plans. Did the universe not want him to take Monique out for dinner? Thunder rumbled in the distance.

“It looks like we may not be able to dine out tonight,” Raz muttered.

“There’s always tomorrow night,” she said, smiling.

Raz smiled but remained silent. Tomorrow night, he’d have blood on his hands. Tomorrow night, he’d set his villain side free to wreak havoc. Tomorrow night, he’d be busy burying bodies.

Tonight, he was supposed to be charming her. Tonight, he was supposed to show her he wasn’t all bad. There was good in him.

“Don’t look so sad,” she told him. “We can stay in. Our night isn’t ruined. You can teach me how to cook a traditional Italian dinner.”

He glanced over at her. “You really okay with staying in?”

“As long as I’m with you, Orazio, I’m okay with anything.”

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