Page 11 of The DeLuca Crime Family: Vol. 1

“Fuck dinner,” he rasped, sweeping me into his arms and heading for his room. “I’ll feed you later.”

He dropped me onto the oversized king mattress and followed me down. “I tried taking it slow, Gianna,” he growled into my ear, making me roll my eyes because the pace at which he’d moved was anything but slow. “I wanted to give you time to wrap your head around what’s happening between us, but I’m done waiting. I can’t do it anymore. I need you too much, so I’m taking what’s mine.”

His aggressiveness probably should have been a major turn-off. Instead, my body betrayed exactly how much it aroused me. My heart raced, my muscles went lax, and my lips parted as I struggled to drag air into my lungs. And that was all before he kissed down my neck, scraping his teeth lightly against my pulse point before sucking my skin into his mouth hard enough I knew it would leave a mark. My first hickey. I giggled softly and he growled at the sound, lifting up on one arm to free his other so he could pull my shirt up and over my head. My bra quickly followed and my breasts were bared to his sight and touch. He cupped one of them, rolling the nipple between his fingertips and making it pebble. Trailing kisses down my chest, he reached my other breast and flicked his tongue over the nipple several times before sucking it into his mouth.

“Nic,” I moaned, my back arching as I ran my fingers through his dark hair, trying to pull his mouth closer to me.

He chuckled against my skin and switched his attention to the other side.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“I love the sound of your whimpers,” he murmured. “Knowing I’m the only one who has ever heard them.”

There was no hurrying him, so I gave up trying. My hands slid from his head, along his shoulders and back, tracing his muscles as they bunched with his movements. When he moved lower and nipped at the skin on my belly, I bowed off the bed, my nails digging into his skin. I was desperate for him to move even lower, well aware of the pleasure his mouth was able to give me.

Nic lifted up to look at me, and the heat in his gaze made me burn even hotter. I reached down, unsnapped my jeans, and slid down the zipper before I lifted my hips so I could shove them, along with my panties, down and kick them off. His gaze swept over my naked form, spread out underneath him. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. Ever.”

“Maybe we could move from the looking part of this evening to the doing?” I asked, feeling a little sassy, but a blush immediately heated my cheeks.

“So impatient, mybellissima. But I need another taste of you first,” Nic said. His hands were hot as he held my legs open. When he bent over my pussy, I felt his breath against me and jerked my hips up. His hold tightened, and my ass landed back on the mattress. I writhed underneath him, but couldn’t move my hips off the bed with his grip on me.

“Please,” I begged.

“Mine,” he growled, his tongue flicking against my clit.

“Yours,” I moaned, trying unsuccessfully to open my legs wider.

He trailed his tongue down one side of my pussy lips and back up the other, over and over again, driving me crazy. He alternated the swipes of his tongue with licks to my clit, easing off each time my body tightened with pleasure. After what seemed like hours of endless torture, he ran his tongue up the middle and drove it inside me.

“Yes!” I screamed, my hands clenched in the sheets as his tongue speared in and out of me.

“Tastes so good,” he murmured, sliding one of his hands around my hip and down my stomach until it rested over my clit, ever so lightly. He flicked it gently once, making my hips jerk. When he did it a second time, with a little more pressure, I felt a tightening deep in my belly. And on the third, I went off like a rocket. Nic licked me through my orgasm, flattening his tongue and softening his touch when I began to shudder at the end.

“Holy moly,” I whispered when it was over, making him chuckle as he licked along the skin of my inner thigh.

I lay limply on the bed, my legs sprawled, completely naked with him fully dressed above me. “I think you’re a little overdressed.”

“That I am, Gianna,” he agreed, swiftly removing his shirt and pants, leaving him in only a pair of black boxer briefs with a visibly hard bulge. A big enough one that I gulped in hesitation.

“Don’t be nervous,” he whispered, pushing his boxers down. His cock sprang free, long and hard. Impossibly long.

“You’re so big,” I breathed.

“I promise it’ll fit,mia dolce,” he swore, his fingers sliding against my pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me. We shouldn’t have any problems. But let me stretch you out a little bit first.”

One of his fingers pumped into to me and I whimpered, even while I widened my legs.

“You’re so tight.”

He added a second finger, working them in and out of me. Stretching me. Getting me ready for him.

“I need to be inside you, Gianna. I’ll make it good for you, I promise,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me gently. “Give yourself to me now. Please.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

He pulled away and looked into my eyes. “There’s no going back from this. You are mine, Gianna.”

“I know,” I whispered softly. There was no denying the way he made me feel. This was more than physical attraction. It might be crazy, but I was falling for him. Fast.

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