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I manage to hang on, but only just. Only by thinking about everything except the beautiful woman falling apart beneath me. She's the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen.

This is another visual I want burned onto the back of my eyelids. One eye will have a smiling photo of her imprinted, the other will have her as she is right now—clenching down on my cock, riding out the most powerful orgasm she’s probably ever had.

Surely there’s got to be a tattoo artist with the skillset to make that happen.

My hands drag down her still shaking thighs as I pull out, my fingers digging hard enough to grab flesh. My arms drop and I walk backwards, pulling out a chair from a nearby vanity. Valentina watches as the legs scrape loudly against the floor until I reach the center of the room.

Sitting on the chair, I spread my legs dominantly. My hard cock juts up between us, the only part of me that’s unclothed. My jaw sets, a muscle jumping once. I glance down at my cock then slowly back at her.

“Come clean me up,cara.”

My eyes meet hers in a dare, but I don’t see resistance in her gaze. Instead, I find defiance.

Naked from the waist down, with the lacy fabric of her bra pushed to the side and her breasts revealed, she meets my gaze squarely and lifts her bound wrists.

“I’m going to need my hands.” She doesn’t wait for me to say anything, she reaches into the panel of the vanity and pulls out one of her signature knives, slicing the belt clean off her wrists.

So slowly I feel my breathing come to a stop, the air escaping progressively from my lungs, she slides off the edge of the vanity and shimmies unhurriedly down until her knees touch the floor.

She gets on all fours, her eyes staying glued to mine.

And then she crawls to me.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Valentina

An expression I’ve never seen before changes Matteo’s entire face. His jaw slackens even as his eyes turn sharper, a hungry, carnal look slashing through his gaze.

I slink to him unhurriedly, every lift of my palms and knees languid and deliberate. Matteo’s hand closes around his length and he grips his cock as he watches me, his fist moving up and down in matching strokes.

Groaning, his teeth bite down into his lower lip to muffle the tortured sounds that slip past.

“Fuck,” he mutters, tipping his head back and slapping a hand over his eyes. “You can’t look at me like that when I’m trying not to come.”

It flies off his face when he feels my hands on his thighs. I don’t touch his cock yet; I reach out and flick the button of his trousers open, eliciting another visceral groan from him.

It’s my turn to smirk when I grab the waist of his trousers and pull them down. He releases his dick and lifts his hips to help, inadvertently bringing his groin closer to my face. His cock bobs between us and I can’t resist. My tongue darts out and flicks up his length, licking him from mid-shaft to tip as I tug his trousers down over his knees.

“Valentina,” he grunts.

He once said he feels like he reprimands me when he uses my full name, and his tone definitely holds a hint of reproach. A dominant, sexually frustrated scolding that’s akin to throwing a lit match on the gasoline already barreling through my veins. My pussy clenches almost violently, disappointed not to find his cock inside me.

I lean forward and close my mouth around his head, holding just the throbbing tip in my warm, wet mouth.

“Holy f—” he erupts, sucking in a short breath. His fist flies to his mouth and he digs his teeth into his knuckles.

Part of me is surprised he’s so affected. I’ve barely done anything yet. My reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“If you knew—” A strangled gasp rips erotically from Matteo’s throat when I lower slowly down his shaft, my tongue flat against the underside of him. “If youknewhow much time—not minutes, not even hours, entiredays—-I’ve spent thinking about you getting down on your knees for me, you’d understand there’s no hope of me lasting more than thirty seconds here. Make me come down your throat,cara mia.”

Liquid lust pools low in my belly until I feel it further slicken my thighs. I hollow my cheeks and suck him in deeper until my lips are pulled so tightly around his thick girth, I’m afraid they’re going to rip. I lick him as I hum to loosen my throat. My tongue drags across his skin until I’m tasting myself.

There’s something so incredibly dirty about that.

Something I can’t imagine ever doing with anybody else.

I suffocate that thought before it grows toxic and spreads.

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