Page 28 of Ludovico's Vengeance

My lips quiver as he dips his head down and breathes in the scent of my most private part over my panties before he gingerly pulls them down. His lips press soft wet kisses up my thighs, the scruff of his short facial hair against the sensitive skin feels better than I would have imagined. He whispers something I can't quite hear a second before I feel him connect to me. The sensation of his practiced tongue swiping up my juices makes my body convulse. He chuckles which only makes it worse as the vibrations against my clit send me to the moon and back.

My chest heaves as I pant through the return to earth. Unable to form a sentence or express anything at this time, I prop myself up on my elbows to look down at the god between my legs who is staring back up at me with a wicked grin. Giovanni winks at me before he lowers his mouth back to my pussy, causing me to collapse back onto the bed.

A symphony consisting solely of my moans and whimpers of pleasure echoes around the room as he repeatedly swirls his tongue around my clit finding the spot over and over again that feels so fucking good I can't see straight.

“Gio-God,” my moans are a strangled whimper at this point as he sucks my clit between his lips in a rhythm of rapid succession that has me seeing stars for the third time. He must sense I can't take any more because he crawls back up my body, evidence of my arousal and release from my first three orgasms glisten on his face as he presses his lips to mine.

I drag my hand through his hair, holding him in place so I can get my fill of him. He groans, a sound filled with pain before he backs away.

“I'll be back in a few minutes, I need to,” a pregnant pause passes before he continues. “I need to take care of something.”

My curiosity and unwillingness to be apart from him right now win out, and I speak before I can chicken out.

“Wait, can I…watch?” I ask, stumbling over the last word.

Giovanni's eyelids are heavy with lust as he observes me for a moment before making the decision. He nods and sits back against the headboard. I scoot back to be able to watch from a comfortable position next to him. He unhooks the towel exposing himself to me. I gasp seeing it so close, yet afraid to get too close. It's so long and thick, but the smooth skin is so beautiful. His hand wraps around the base, squeezing firmly before stroking to the tip. I gasp when I notice the bead of liquid pooling at the top, but I don't want to distract him to ask any questions right now. I can feel his eyes locked on me as he continues to stroke himself. The muscles in his thighs go rigid as his breaths become more ragged. I whimper as I watch, caught up in the lust of seeing this man bring himself pleasure. Realizing that pleasure because of me is almost too much. The whimper must have been too much for him because I notice his abs flex just as his hips jerk up into his fist as ropes of a creamy liquid shoot out of his cock and land on his stomach. His head drops back against the pillow as he lets out a satisfied “Fuck!”

Without thinking, I reach over and swipe my finger through his release and bring it to my lips. My mouth wraps around my finger before licking it clean. I groan, he tastes so good. It's unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before, but I need more.

Beadsofsweatdripdown my face as I face off against one of my enforcers. His mean mug would terrify anyone else but me, I'm used to it. I fake left when Michael attempts to swing on me. My lips dance while I fight back a grin as I wind my arm back and throw a punch, only for him to duck just before impact. I stumble forward a few steps before I find my footing again. An exasperated grunt escapes as I regain my concentration. I turn back to face him and he's laughing maniacally, his face filled with more amusement than I'd expect from a man who is more dangerous than the guy from Hellraiser.What was his name?

“I've missed this, my free time has been spent training Nina. I haven't had a chance to work up a sweat in a while.” The comment passes my lips as I dance around him on the mat. His brow arches mocking me from a few paces away.

The smartass expression on his face triggers something inside me and I lunge forward, my left arm winding back only to swing forward fast to land hard against the side of his face. Michael, a man who has killed so many people the number is unknown, stands straight, not being affected by the impact. His Cheshire grin taunts me as an uncertainty about my boxing capabilities clouds my confidence.

“That punch was weak, you're holding back.” He stifles a laugh before continuing, “Quit being a bitch, just because I’m older than you doesn't mean I can't take a hit.”

If my glare could shoot bullets, this man would be riddled with holes. He's so amused with himself he's bouncing on his toes motioning for me to come at him again. So, in an attempt to take him off his game, I throw a taunt back at him.

“Oh, ok. Daddy.” My mouth turns up into a smirk as I throw another punch to the left side of his face followed closely with a jab to his nose sending him backward. I snort out a laugh as he nearly lands on his ass before he plants his feet back into the ground again. “What the hell was that about anyway?”

Michael wipes a hand down his face and shakes his head. He bends down to grab a bottle of water as his face flushes to a shade of red that would make the Looney Tunes proud. He takes his time sipping the drink. The fucker loves to mess with me. Once he places the drink back on the ground at the edge of the mat he glares at me.

“No fucking clue, man, I've never seen the girl before.” His shoulders lift and drop in a noticeable shrug. “Even when your mother would frequent the place before you returned, Milo was the one who would accompany her.”

I shudder before walking up to Michael and sending a jab into his kidney, his body bends in half as he holds his side coughing as he tries to catch his breath.

“That's for making me think about the two of them after she reads those books.” I gag dramatically which only makes him laugh through the attempt to breathe.

He stands back to his full height towering over me as we go a few more rounds. The man is quick on his feet and I end up stumbling more than I land hits. The last round he fakes right before dropping to the ground and sweeps my legs out from under me. Laughter erupts from my chest as soon as I land on my ass. Michael holds out a hand to help me back to my feet which I happily accept and clap his shoulder in thanks.

“Jesus, old man. Maybe I should have you train Nina.” I brush my hands over my ass to make sure there's no dust or dirt on them from the ground.

My world turns upside down as I'm lifted into the air and my body is slammed back onto the ground with Michael standing over me, a scowl on his face. He holds his hand out to me to help me back up as he explains himself. “That's for calling me an old man. I'll train her, but she'll be able to easily take your ass down a few pegs when I’m done with her.”

I roll my neck, not accepting his help this time, I stand back up on my own. Instinctively, I take a few steps away from him so he can't knock me down again. Our gazes lock for a moment as his seriousness sinks in.

“If she can take me, then I'll be less worried about anyone else getting ahold of her.” I admit, my tone grim. The fact of the matter is, I don't trust that her father won't send anyone else for her and that scares the shit out of me because I can't be by her side twenty-four-seven. Knowing she'll have Michael's training in her back pocket gives me a sense of relief that I hadn't realized I’ve been needing.

Myeyesroamtheshelves of the newest releases and new inventory that Brittany has on the shelves. The past few days have been quite predictable, which I appreciate. Most of my free time is spent here at the bookstore whenever Brittany is working, so I can slowly get used to new people without large crowds and loud noises. I pause when I see a familiar cover,Matched with a Billionaireby Sara Hurst. I squeal to myself as I pull it off the shelf. It's been so long since I read this book, but since it was the firstadultromance that I had ever read, I have to get it. That's like a rule or something, right?

“Are you ok over there?” Britt asks as she looks up from where she stands behind the counter typing away on the computer.

I grin and nod as I continue to peruse the section. Only a minute passes when a hand darts out in front of me, frantically turning me around. I gasp, relaxing only when I realize that it's my friend, just acting strange. My eyes go wide as she stares at me without speaking a word. Brittany's jaw drops and she screams out an unintelligible cheer.

“That man rocked your world! Tell me everything!” She exclaims as she links my fingers with hers and drags me over to a sitting area.

“Uhh – I don't – uhh.” I stutter as my eyes dart around the store. Abel and Rand are standing so close I know they can hear everything based on the way Abel is choking on laughter. I hope he chokes on his damn tongue.

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