Page 25 of Rotten Men

“Shh,bella. The time for words and lies will come. Right now, all I’m interested in is getting what’s been promised to me,” he whispers, placing a tender kiss on the hollow of my throat.

“Promised?” I rasp, and before I can utter another word, I feel his adept fingers caress my pussy, making me lean my head on his broad shoulder to relish the intimate touch.

“Yes,principessa. Last time I was alone with you, I had promised to myself that I wouldn’t falter, should I ever have another opportunity. And you know me, I always keep my promises,” he replies steadfast, locking his gaze with mine.

“So do I,” I retort, gaining another mischievous smile from my curly-hairedmafioso.

He moves his fingers just an inch higher to strum my clit to a delicious tempo, making my skin hum in delight.

“Still, I am nothing if not a gentleman. One word from you and I’ll break my oath,” he adds seriously.

My moan and my damp lips betray any word of denial I might be willing to spew. I rock against his hand, already so close to oblivion that I’m grateful when it disappears—only to be replaced by a sharp pain slicing me in two with his first thrust inside me. The pain is surreal, and my brows pinch together, wishing to pull it back, wanting his hands back on me.

“Fuck! How the fuck can you still be so tight?” he grunts into my neck.

A whimper leaves my lips, and that’s all it takes to bring his eyes back to me. Through the mirror’s reflection, he watches our entwined bodies and my pained expression.

“It’s okay,bella. I know how to make this better,” he coos, finally dropping the knife to the ground and holding my hip with one hand, while the other peruses the creamy skin in my center.

“You’re so wet,principessa. Your body is begging me to give you every last inch of me,” he groans into my neck, always so careful to keep our eyes locked together.

“What? You mean you’re not in already?” I ask, a bit frightened. But Gio, being Gio, just laughs.

“Barely the tip, sweetheart.”

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

“That’s what I’m aiming for. Just keep still for a minute and grab on tight. Don’t move a muscle,” he orders and then falls to his knees.

His tongue goes straight to the ache and laps at my wet core in earnest, leaving me to become a mumbling fool.

“Oh, God.”

“It feels so good.”

“Oh, God! Gio!”

He continues to lick mercilessly, and when I can’t take it anymore, his finger finds my center as he continues to get his fill.

“Damn, you taste delicious everywhere, but this right here, is the best part,” he grunts, savoring every part of me while diving in with another digit, stretching me out so heavenly.

The sting is no longer as intense, and before long I begin to sway and yearn for him to be inside me. But before I can beg him to, he touches a spot within me, and I swear I see flashing lights in my peripheral.

“OH, GOD!!!”

“Cum,bella.I want to drink it all up,” Gio commands.

I wail a high pitch scream as the orgasm hits me with full force, stripping away any reality but this one.

“Good girl,” he cajoles, standing back up and slapping one of my ass cheeks. My face turns pink, enthralled at his little show of dominance. “Such a good girl,” he continues, his brown eyes two dark pools of desire.

“Are you on the pill,bella?” he queries, kissing my shoulder, while tenderly stroking my back.

Still too speechless and spent for words, I only nod.

“That’s good, Selene, because I’m not going to have anything between us. At least not here,” he hushes, placing another gentle kiss to the crook of my neck, as he parts my legs and places his cock at my entrance.

With one fierce push, he thrusts himself into me to the hilt, and the feeling of fullness is so grand that I’m seconds away from cumming all over again. Gio gives another slap to my rear, the sting bringing me back from the brink.

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