Page 29 of Forbidden Vengeance

Her fingers twist in my hair, nails dragging deliciously across my scalp, and a low growl escapes my throat as I press her back against Anthony’s desk. The edge cuts into her hips, but she doesn’t seem to care—if anything, she arches toward me, her gasp soft and breathless against my lips. It’s all the invitation I need.

I grip her thighs, sliding my hands up beneath the silky fabric of her dress, relishing the warmth of her skin beneath my palms.Papers cascade to the floor in a chaotic flurry as I lift her onto the polished wood.

Her legs hook around my waist with a desperate urgency, pulling me close, her body molding to mine as if it’s where she’s always belonged. The scent of her—floral and faintly spiced—clouds my senses, and I’m lost.

“Tell me to stop,” I rasp, my lips brushing her ear before trailing down her jawline, tasting the salt of her skin. My mouth lingers on her throat, where her pulse flutters like a trapped bird, and I press open-mouthed kisses to the column of her neck.

Her response is immediate, a breathless command that sends a thrill through me. “Don’t you dare,” she whispers, her voice low and ragged, nails digging into my shoulders. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

Her words ignite something feral in me. My hands slide higher, exploring the soft curves of her hips, her waist. With one sharp tug, her dress slips upward, pooling around her hips and baring her to my touch.

Fuck me. She’s not wearing underwear. The sight of her, disheveled and waiting, is enough to nearly unravel me.

Her hands work frantically at my shirt, pulling it free from my waistband. The scrape of her nails across my bare skin sends fire racing down my spine, and I groan as her palms flatten against my chest, exploring me with the same need I feel coursing through my veins.

The room fills with the sound of our mingled breaths, quick and shallow, and the whisper of fabric as it’s shed in haste. Her skin is soft beneath my hands, impossibly warm, and I take my time mapping every inch of her, savoring the way she gasps, the way her body moves beneath mine.

Elena moans and tips her head back which is all the encouragement I need. I yank her dress up even higher before removing it entirely, leaving her completely naked in front ofme. Her body is flush with arousal and her nipples harden even further under my gaze.

She lets out a shuddering gasp when my hands return to her breasts. She arches her back, which has the unintended—but not unfortunate—side effect of pushing her breasts further into my hands. Bowing my head to her chest, I lavish hot, open-mouthed kisses on her body, starting on her sternum before moving towards her left breast.

“Mario,” she whimpers.

I have mercy on her, blowing over her sensitive nub before taking it into my mouth. The sharp contrast between the cool air of Calabrese’s office and my mouth causes Elena to cry in pleasure. I hum in approval at the noise, the animalistic side of me wanting to hear exactly what I’m doing to her.

The pleasurable sounds. The cries. The screams. I want to hear how good I am making her feel. Her hands find their way into my hair. One hand grips and tugs to make sure my mouth stays where it is, while her free hand strokes the hairs at the nape of my neck.

But that’s not allowed.I’min charge. Growling, I reach out for her wrists, grabbing them and roughly pinning them against the desk.

To my delight, she is immediately pliant.

Satisfied, I gently scrape my teeth along her hardened nipple, from base to the tip. The shuddering gasps and moans of my name make it clear that she likes this. I detach my mouth from her left breast, kissing across her chest to lavish equal attention on its neglected twin.

My hips begin subconsciously rutting against the edge of the desk. Every pleasurable sound Elena makes goes straight to my dick, and I need some fucking relief.

But I hold myself back. I’m not fourteen anymore. I don’t want this to end before it even begins.

Elena protests when my mouth leaves her body altogether. She looks at me, her chest heaving, her erect nipples gleaming.

“Why did you stop?” she demands.

I smirk before forcing her legs open, leaving her utterly exposed to my hungry eyes. My fingers lightly dance around her thighs and lower stomach, always dancing closer to where she clearly wants me, but never quite there.

“Mario!” Elena gasps, her hips thrusting up.

I can’t resist my fingers taking an occasional teasing swipe at her clit, causing her to hiss in pleasure. Eventually, I stop my teasing as my right hand fully cups her entrance. I watch as she begins grinding herself against my hand, the heel of my hand providing the right amount of pressure and pleasure where it’s needed the most.

Elena spread her legs wider, exposing herself more to me. “Mario,” she exclaims in breathy moans, telling me that I was doing everything exactly right.

Slowly, I slip my index finger into her, groaning at the way she clenches around me straightaway. Fuck, she feels like heaven. Her hips move in time with me, guiding me. I curl my finger, teasing her G-spot and making her moan at the pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she pants, her hands scrabbling for purchase against the top of the desk. “Mario,please!”

Listening to her plea, I slide another finger inside of her. I take in the moans and gasps she releases as my fingers play her like a violin, moving deeper, finding spots that drive her fucking wild.

“Fuck, Elena, that’s it,” I groan when I feel her clenching around my fingers. “That’s it.”

But before she comes, I remove my fingers from her. I want—no—needto taste her. The scent of her arousal overwhelms my senses. I softly nip at her inner thighs before moving my mouth to where we both want it.

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