Page 80 of Twisted Knight

My heart stalled as I heard the beep announcing the arrival of the private elevator.

I took a deep breath, arranged my hair in loose curls around my face, and leaned against the stool as sexily as I could, trying to hide my nerves.

Dom walked in, his head down, muttering in Italian. He stopped in his tracks when his eyes connected with the rose petals on the floor.

He looked up and let his bag fall in a loudthumpas his eyes widened and his mouth hung open in shock.

I smiled at him, regaining confidence from his reaction. I mentally patted my own back. I'd picked well.

“Did I die and go to heaven?” His hooded eyes trailed up my body, stopping at the small piece of fabric covering my pussy, and then stopping at my breast, my nipple puckering under the heat of his gaze. He licked his lips as his eyes stayed on my chest, and I could almost feel his warm tongue on my breast.

He took a couple of steps toward me. “My God, India, Dolcetta, you’re slaying me.” He let out a painful growl. “Please tell me I don't have to go see Matteo now because there’s no way I'll be able to walk out of this apartment.”

I shook my head, the emotion much more overwhelming than I expected. We didn’t have sex since he got stabbed and I wanted him right now just as much as he wanted me.

“Thank fuck,” he whispered before falling to his knees in front of me. He grabbed my right ankle gently and brought it up and kissed the inside of it.

I gasped, grabbing the stool behind me as his lips burned my skin.

He brushed his nose gently up my leg, kissing it along the way until my knee was resting on his shoulder. He stopped when he reached my quivering inner thigh and bit me gently.

I let out a moan, spreading my legs a little more.

He let out a little tsk when his nose brushed the silk of my G-string. “That won’t do, Dolcetta. You can’t hide my favorite dessert,” he whispered against the silk, his hot breath and his words making me even wetter.

He hooked his forefinger under the fabric and pulled it to the side, baring me to him.

I gripped his coarse hair as he tasted me with his long, flat tongue.

He let out an animalistic growl as his free hand came up and grabbed my ass in a bruising hold. I enjoyed it, the mix of pain from his hand and the pleasure of his tongue.

He pulled me closer to his face, burying his mouth in my soaked folds, pushing his tongue into my tight channel.

He licked the length of my slit again. “You taste so good.” He moaned against my clit, sending vibrations all over my body.

I looked down at him and met his hungry eyes. Seeing this big, powerful, and scary man kneeling in front of me, pleasuring me with his tongue made it even more intoxicating.

And suddenly as he nipped at my clit, I came, screaming his name.

He rested his hands on my hips as he came up, his hair tousled by my fingers, his lips glistering with my juice.

He kept his eyes on mine as he licked his lips greedily and that alone almost made me come again.

He cupped my tender pussy possessively. “I need to be inside you now.”

“Yes, please. Take me; I’m yours… always.”

His eyes widened ever so slightly, probably understanding the meaning of my words, but he was just as overcome by desire as I was.

He leaned over and pulled me into his arms, carrying me bridal style to the bedroom.

He put me on the bed and took off his jacket, shirt, pants, and underwear, keeping his eyes on me, studying my every move.

I let my eyes trail down to his erect cock bobbing close to his belly button. This man was a work of art in every way.

He crawled on the bed and hooked his fingers on the side of my G-string, pulling it down.

He hooked it on his finger and looked at it. “I like it, but I prefer your pussy bare.”

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