Page 121 of Fight Me Little Pearl

“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll go,” I challenge softly.

I grab his belt and start to unbuckle it.

“Stop it,” he says hoarsely but does nothing to stop me. He could have stopped me if he wanted to.

“I’ll stop,” I say, “when you tell me you don’t want me anymore.”

I fling his belt away and unzip his fly before pulling down his pants and briefs. His hard dick springs free. I wrap my fingers around it, and his breathing changes.

“Don’t worry,” I whisper, taking his arm and leading him back to his chair. “I’ll stop when you tell me you don’t want me anymore.”

I push him into the chair and kneel between his legs. His eyes are hot with desire, even though his mouth is set in a stubborn line. Oh, Valentino. The most stubborn Barone great-grandson.

“Francesca,” he groans as I run my hand along his thick length. “I need you to get away from me now before I call Vance to escort you out.”

Instead of responding, I take him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his smooth head and swallowing him deeper down my throat. He lets out a feral growl, his hands gripping the armrests until his knuckles turn white.

“Fuck,” he snarls. “Fuck, Francesca.”

Desire races through my blood. What a strange thing, but I might actually get more pleasure from sucking him than he does receiving it. But then I realize, no. What he feels is indescribable.

I watch in amazement at the way he slowly pushes himself into my mouth, his eyes tightly shut and his mouth slightly open with pleasure. I wait until his legs start to vibrate with his intense arousal before pulling away from him, wiping my mouth clean, and rising to my feet.

His eyes fly open, narrowing dangerously at me. “What is this?”

“I don’t want to do anything you don’t want. You told me to stop.”

He growls low in his throat before rushing to his feet and grabbing my arm, pressing me against the table. “Did you stopwhen I ordered you to?” Roughly, he pushes my dress up my legs before pushing me face down on his desk. “You can’t run away now. I’m going to fuck you until you’re crazy for me.”

I’m already crazy for him. Can’t he see that?

In one move, he rips my panties and plunges deep inside me. I scream, not caring that Vance can hear since he’s outside the door.

“You’re so wet for me, Francesca,” he says in an amazed whisper.

It’s true. I’m so wet; Valentino slides in and out easily, his girth ramming into me until I’m dripping onto his desk.

He wraps his arms around me and I arch my body into his. “Ah. Fuck, I missed this. God, I missed this,” he mutters desperately.

“Does this feel good?” he asks, thrusting nonstop. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes.”

He reaches between our bodies to touch my clit and just like that the orgasm takes me. It’s too powerless to stop. Barely a second later, Valentino groans, thrusting one last time before he shatters into a thousand pieces of pleasure. We cling onto each other, our breaths coming in gasps.

When we’re finally sane, Valentino pulls out of me. Now that the sex is over, I can barely look at him, so I busy myself by adjusting my dress and hair. I’m about to step away when he blocks my path, trapping me between the table and his body.

“Look at me.”

My eyes lift to find him. I’m scared I’ll see the cold and hostility. It’s not there anymore, but neither is the warmth. His gaze is guarded, like I'm a wild, unpredictable animal he’s cautious about approaching.

“I told your grandfather to start the divorce process last week,” he says. “Have you started it?”

Tears burn my eyes. So this is it.

“No. I had to go to Italy. We planned to start it when I came back.”

“You’re back,” he said gruffly.

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