Page 52 of Wild Card

A man—a real man this time, finally. I love being the reason he’s ready to break, and I lick my lips, reaching for his shoulders.

“I want you inside me,” I murmur, nipping the skin of his neck, right beneath his ear.

He skims his hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples gently. He stares darkly at me, moving in between my legs.

“Maybe,” he says, his hands rubbing my thighs. “But you’re going to have to beg me.”

He shoves his face into my damp center, pushing the lace of the panties against my clit. He licks me hard and long, his mouth hot and wet against me. It’s a game. He wants to see how long I can hold out before I beg for his cock. I don’t give up that easily.

He slides a finger inside my panties, teasing me. My body remembers the delicious pleasure he gave me before, and I arch to meet him. He lets out a guttural laugh, and it makes me shiver with desire.

“I love your pussy. So tight and wet.” He swirls his thumb around my clit, and I gasp when he increases the pressure. “So hungry for my cock. I can’t wait to hear you beg me for it, and you will beg, Catriona. Can’t wait to hear those gorgeous lips of yours scream my name.”

It sends a thrill through me. I’ve never had a man spend so much time drawing out my pleasure before. “You can try,” I tease.

His eyes flash at the challenge. A smug grin crosses his mouth, and he presses the lace of my panties against my clit. He rubs me there, slowly, and the texture of the material feels incredible against my sensitive skin. I close my eyes and moan from the pleasure of it. He continues his steady motion, his other hand lingering on my hip. The delicious friction feels incredible, and my hands go to my breasts.

God, to be with a man like this—a strong, powerful man who isn’t afraid of a passionate woman? One I can trust to take care of my pleasure? It’s unbelievably hot.

And maybe something more. Could Gio and I be something more?

I open my eyes, and he’s watching me stroke my nipples.

“Christ that’s sexy,” he growls. “But hands off.”

“Or what?” I give my nipples a pinch and buck against his hand. He curses.

He moves his hand and climbs over me, taking my wrists and holding them above my head.

“Keep your hands here,” he murmurs. “Unless you want me to tie you up.”

My pussy clenches. He’s letting me know I’m in control. Laying out exactly what will happen based on my actions, like a sexy choose your own adventure. It makes me feel powerful and I like it, especially after how powerless I’ve felt these past few days. This strong, giant of a man will give me whatever I want, however I want it. It’s a heady feeling.

I leave my hands where they are for now, and he pulls off my panties.

“Spread your legs for me,” he growls. “Let me see you.”

I ease my thighs apart. A heavy, reverent moan escapes his lips.

“Gorgeous. I’m going to devour you, Catriona. Remember what I said about keeping your hands where they are.”

I whimper and wriggle under his gaze.

He pushes his mouth against me, and gives me a long, firm lick, all the way up my slit to my clit, which he teases with the tip of his tongue. I cry out in pleasure, moving against him. He licks me like that several more times, always teasing my clit at the end. I need more. I want him to lick me harder, faster. I try to inch my hips closer, but he presses them into the bed. He dips his tongue into my center, plunging in, and then pulling out and flicking against my clit. I whimper again, but I’m not ready to beg yet.

He watches me fight my desire and sucks my clit between his lips while thrusting a finger inside me.

“Feels good,” I murmur. “Deeper.”

He moves his finger back out to my entrance, teasing me there. He sucks my clit with an agonizingly slow pressure, and it’s too much. I need more, now. My hands drift to my nipples, and I play with them. A loud moan escapes my lips, and he thrusts a long finger into me, and then a second. I pluck my nipples, murmuring encouragement. When I’m close, he pulls his hand away and catches my wrists gently.

I cry out in frustration, but I’m also thrilled to see what he’ll do next. How he’ll raise the stakes.

“Hmm.” He kisses me. My eyes drift to his impressive cock. He’s so hard. And he’s going to feel so good inside me. I try to wrap my legs around him, but he moves out of the way.

“I did warn you.” The heavy, lust-filled tone of his voice makes me press my legs together as I fight to keep control.

But I also trust Gio to take that control, to be strong for both of us.

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