Page 33 of The Cost of Corruption

“Youaregoing to lose control,” I told her. “But it’s okay because I’ve got you.”

“But—”

I stopped her before she could freak herself out by naming all her fears out loud. “Do you trust me?”

“Are you kidding me? Absolutely not.”

Smart girl. While I wasn’t as notorious as either of my brothers, I was still a D’Angelo after all.

“But do youwantme?”

“Yes.”

“Then trust me on this,” I said, giving her a sly smile. “Because if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to make a woman see God.”

After a long moment, Chastity let out a long breath and reluctantly nodded. “Okay,” she said as her head fell back again.

It was all the consent I needed.

This time when I laved my tongue against her clit, it was with a renewed sense of purpose.

It was bad enough that someone as vibrantly alive as Chastity had been hidden away in churches and convents her whole life, but the fact that she’d been shamed into denying herself this simple pleasure was nothing short of a crime.

Instantly, her hands were back in my hair, half pulling me closer, half pushing me away as I led her deeper into these unfamiliar waters.

When her legs began to shake again, I slipped one hand down and teased the opening of her pussy with a single fingertip.

“Oh God, Matteo!” Her voice echoed off my bedroom walls.

So that was what she craved. She needed to feel something inside her.

I didn’t make her wait any longer for it. Pressing my index finger in a fraction of an inch more, I felt the warm walls of her body tighten around me.

Even though I didn’t think it was possible, my cock grew even harder. So hard it ached.

What would it feel like to sink inside her? To be completely surrounded by her heat?

Like heaven. It would have to be. I couldn’t imagine anything better.

But this moment was a close second.

This time, I didn’t slow down when I felt her body tense and shake. I didn’t let up as she cried my name louder and louder. And I sure as hell didn’t stop when called out to God.

Instead, I flicked my tongue faster, drove my finger in deeper, and crooked it slightly to hit that inner spot I knew would intensifyeverything.

And when her back arched and her whole body clenched, both inside and out, I kept going.

And going.

And going.

Until she finally crashed down on the mattress, utterly spent. Only then did I finally release my hold on her and rolled over onto my side.

Her eyes were closed and her breathing hard when I looked down at her perfect, trembling body.

Damn, she’s beautiful, I thought.

Not simply hot like most of the women I spent my time with. Not the kind of attractiveness that came with keeping up with the latest hair and makeup trends. Or from spending endless hours sculpting this year’s version of the ideal body at the gym.

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