Page 18 of Dangerous Deception

So, where’s the harm in saying yes?

“Fine,” I whisper into the air between us, and he’s so close that I feel the warmth of my own breath bounce back against my skin. “Please let me come. I’m so wound up and I don’t know how you could tell, but…” I squeeze my thighs around his leg and groan. “Please help me. I don’t care how, just please don’t let me suffer like this all night.”

“Good girl.”

His praise sends an unexpected curl of delight through me, and a smile blooms across my face before I can help myself. Suddenly, his lips press down onto mine and his full weight settles over me like some kind of weighted blanket, only much heavier. A gasp squeaks out of me, and just as I’m about to tell him that he’s too heavy, a deep sense of comfort rises from the depths of my soul. He presses me down into the bed, nudges my legs further apart with his thigh, and then two slightly rough fingers graze against the outer lips of my pussy, all while he keeps me pinned with his body.

“Damn,” I groan against his lips, and I give in to him by winding my arms around his neck and cuddling him close.

Raffaele kisses my mouth one last time, then he buries his face against the side of my neck and begins kissing and nibbling at my throat while his two fingers slide between my slick folds. They stroke back and forth across my clit, reigniting the embers of pleasure that died the moment he interrupted me. Pleasure comes back full force, and I close my eyes, focusing only on howhis fingers press, stroke, and flick across my clit. I writhe against him the best I can, lifting my legs and bracing my heels down to give me leverage against his touch. Just as I thrust my hips upward, his fingers skim near my entrance and then slide inside in one smooth move.

“Ahh—” My body arches with a mind of its own as he fills me and presses his fingers knuckle-deep. Without pause, he begins to fuck me with them while grazing his teeth down to my collarbone. His other hand strokes up my side and gropes my breast through my nightie. The pressure of his palm against my stiff nipple adds to the pleasure coursing through my veins like liquid gold. I keep my focus on his hand, rocking into every thrust that’s exactly what I like, and he seems to learn quickly.

But just as I get close, he suddenly pulls his fingers free and lifts his body from me.

The first lungful of completely unrestricted air hits hard and gives me an unexpected high. I hadn’t even registered that with his weight on me, I was breathing shallower, but my deep lungful is so satisfying that I don’t realize he’s left me entirely until his hands suddenly grip my thighs.

He pulls me down the bed by an inch, and I yelp in surprise and then dissolve into moans as his mouth replaces his fingers. He presses firmly against my pussy with a growl that vibrates through me and sparks delight across my skin. I writhe back and forth, tossing my head and grabbing the blanket in my fists as his firm tongue delves through my folds and slides inside me with determination.

He buries himself against me like it’s the only place he could ever want to be, and his passion is overflowing, as if he’s been waiting for this moment his entire life. With his hands around my legs keeping me locked against him, I cross my ankles at his back and arch upward with a cry. In between his tongue thrusting inside me, his lips sealing around my clit to suck,and the restraining strength of his arms each time I move, my pleasure reaches heights I didn’t know existed.

I can’t breathe properly. I’m panting as desire tightens around me like a coil. The warm weight in my core increases with every flick of his tongue, and my thoughts remain focused on the growing pleasure caused by his mouth. Colors flash across my eyelids, and the blanket grows suffocating against my heated, oversensitive skin. Releasing the fabric in one hand, I clutch at my breast and tighten my fingers around my nipple. That last spike in pleasure sends me over the edge, and I cry out while my thighs tighten around Raffaele’s head. My toes curl and my eyes roll back so hard that they ache, but all of it pales to the explosion of pleasure that crashes through me like rolling waves.

For a few long minutes, I’m suspended in ecstasy and then, very slowly, I sink back down onto the bed. Panting, I push hair away from my damp forehead and whimper as Raffaele’s tongue continues to lick against my pussy, but he’s gentler now. It’s like a caress until my body stops twitching.

I hear him moving through the sheets and his weight disappears from around me, leaving an odd chill in the air. Then, from somewhere to my left, his voice drifts low near my ear.

“Goodnight, Mrs. Varricchio.”

8

ADELINA

“You make me feel like a prisoner.”

The words escape me before I can stop them, and silence falls at the breakfast table. For the past two weeks that I’ve been living with Raffaele, things have been an adjustment, to say the least. I miss my father, but he’s always busy when I call. Marie has been caught up at work so she hasn’t been able to visit, and settling into a new home as a married woman isn’t at all like I thought it would be.

Everywhere I go, there’s a guard following me. He’s like a shadow that only vanishes when I have to use the bathroom, but I can’t stay in there forever. As soon as I leave, he’s right back looking over my shoulder. Logically, I know it’s his job and my father had similar guards, but none of them were ever attached to me as Levi currently is. At this point, I feel like I know him better than I know myself.

“Really?” Raffaele finally speaks up from the other end of the table after wolfing down his plate of eggs. “Prisoners feast like this?” He indicates the breakfast spread before us which is filled with pancakes, muffins, eggs, bacon, toast, cereal, and so much fruit that I’m really spoilt for choice.

“Not exactly,” I mutter, narrowing my eyes. “But that’s not my point. The food is great, my compliments as always to the chef. But I can’t do anything here.”

Raffaele watches me over his coffee cup. “You can’t? Your art supplies were brought here and set up in the conservatory. There’s a pool for you to swim in, an in-house gym. A movie room. A library. There’s even a games room. Are you really stuck on things to do?”

“There’s no privacy,” I snap. “Everywhere I go, Levi is there watching like I hawk. I can’t do anything without having to include him, and I don’t expect you to understand how difficult it is to paint with someone hanging around you like a fly.” I glance at Levi who stands, expressionless, by the door. “No offense.”

He doesn’t reply.

“He’s keeping you safe,” Raffaele replies.

“I can’t sleep alone. Can’t eat alone. Can’t do anything alone except use the bathroom, and even then, I get people knocking on the door if I’m taking too long!”

Raffaele drinks deeply, then sets down his cup. “You’ll find plenty of privacy under my desk.” He smirks.

“You’re disgusting.” There’s no way this is the same man who blew my mind on our wedding night. Carlos had never gone down on me before, and I wasn’t going to stroke Raffaele’s ego by telling him that it was my first time receiving oral.

“Am I?” Raffaele’s eyes widen a fraction. “Look. You’re safe here, fed and looked after. You have access to everything you could possibly want, and yet you have a problem with this because you can’t be alone?”

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