Page 14 of The Don's Proposal

I’ve never kissed anyone before. Maybe I tried with my hand once, purely out of curiosity. Santino will not steal this first. He’s already done plenty enough. I won’t let him keep making me lose myself.

“No thanks.” I keep my hand in place despite his lips tickling my skin.

“Why?” Instead of pulling at my wrist, I feel the wetness of his tongue press between my fingers. “This isn’t how you play.”

This really is a game to him. A game of suffering. A game of confusion and matching feelings with it.

I try not to focus on how it feels to have him lick my skin, or reveal the pink color of his tongue peeking out between the gaps.

“I don’t want to play.” My voice hitches, and his eyes crinkle with amusement.

He lifts his hand, lightly wrapping his fingers around my wrist. Pulling my hand away, he presses his mouth against my racing pulse. “Really?”

My heart flutters in my chest as I watch him trace a vein with his tongue. “Y–Yes.”

I don’t.I can’t. I won’t.

Yet, I’m not pulling away. I’m letting him dirty my skin with his mouth. It’smesmerizing. The last place he had his mouth on left a dark bruise. Who knows what he’d do to my mouth if I let him near?

“I want to.” His breath tickles my wet skin. “I want to kiss you and see how plump those lips are.”

Biting my bottom lip without thinking, I shiver. He moves my hand and touches my chin. When I don’t immediately shove him away, he tries to lean in again.

Why can’t I do what is good for me?

“How about a small peck?” He grazes my lip with his thumb. “Just a simple brush?”

“You don’t seem like the kind of man to ask for something.” Muttering my thoughts out loud, I shiver when he grins.

“Is that what you want, Camellia? Do you want me to take whatever I want without asking? There is a long list of things I want from you.” He leans in, his mouth nearly brushing mine. “Tell the truth. If you don’t, I’ll know.”

I don’t want to answer his question. If I’m that easy to read, then anything I say will be wrong.

I can’t even convince myself that I don’t want this. My body is going against everything I know, rubbing up against him, and seeking more of his attention.

This is the outcome of never receiving attention before. One man’s complete focus on me has now disrupted everything.

“I’m going to take your silence as an admittance.” Giving me a couple seconds to say no, my tongue doesn’t work. Just like that, he eliminates the space between us.

I expect a simple brush of our mouths to satisfy him. Instead, he slants our mouths together and slides his tongue past my lips.

My hands find his shoulders, and I grip him for dear life as he teases my tongue to follow the same movement. Like a silent lesson, he shows me what to do, hoping to help me keep up.

I don’t stand a chance. As generous as he wants to be, he’s swallowing my breaths, and creating a familiar heat that is burning me up from the inside out.

“Fucking hell, Camellia. You have the slightest clue of what you’re doing to me?” His growl meets my groan as I grind closer to him. There’s this silent need to be pressed flush up against his chest. To run my hands along his chest, through his hair and everywhere else on his body.”

Catching my bottom lip with his teeth, a little sting of pain is all it takes to pull a whimper from my lips.

“You are not good for me.” Licking where my lip aches, his hands squeeze my hips hard enough to make them ache. “Why can’t I stop? Why can’t I get enough of you?”

He acts like this is a first for him, and I highly doubt that. A man as good-looking as him must’ve had many women entertain him. He’s got experience I can only dream of having.

I’m nothing special. If anything, I’m quite the opposite.

Aching to know what makes me so different that he can’t seem to control himself, I can’t find the time to ask the questions to get my answers. Not when he’s plunging his tongue back into my mouth for another taste.

He must realize how crazy this is. We’ve already done too much in a short period. All of this feels unreal. Like a dream I’m not sure I want to wake up from.

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