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“Do that and I’ll call you daddy while you spank me,” I practically purr. He flinches and I wonder if I’ve pushed my teasing too far, but then his mouth is on mine again and I’m overwhelmed by the hunger in his kiss. His cock presses against my core, and I resent every item of clothing I’m wearing.

He drags me off the counter, letting me drop to my feet before spinning me roughly. I let out a startled squeal, but it quickly turns into a moan when a firm hand at my back pushes me down onto the worktop. The marble surface is cold against my cheek and a sharp contrast to the heat radiating through my core. I couldn’t find the words to complain even if I wanted to. I’ve drawn out a side of Stefano I want to see so much more of.

I yelp when the full weight of his palm cracks across my ass.

“I warned you, kitten.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, drawing it out into a long andreverent whimper. Whether it’s how he’s manhandling me or the way the sharp sting is petering out into a blissful tingle, I already feel like I’m floating on a cloud of pleasure. Like this is what my body has been craving all along.

Leaning over me, Stefano strokes a slow trail up my spine before wrapping his hand over my collarbone and dragging me up against him. I instinctively turn to lace my arms around his neck and we meld together like I was always made to fit with him. He cups my ass and I jump up, wrapping my legs around him like a koala clinging to a tree. I’m a tall woman, and while I’m slim in the waist, no one could call me skinny. Any concerns I have that he won’t be able to carry me evaporate when he starts striding towards the stairs with ease.

I tilt my head into the crook of his neck and inhale the scent that has tortured me for years. His aftershave is heady and evokes images of wood panelled rooms and rich smoky bourbons. The latter enticing me to pull at his collar and nip at the column of his throat. I’m ravenous for him. We’ve denied each other for far too long.

“Keep that up and we’re not going to make it up the stairs.”

“I don’t fucking care,” I snarl. “I’ve wanted you for too long to give you a chance to change your mind.”

He stalls, and in a feat of strength, it’s hard not to be impressed as one hand leaves my ass and wraps around my throat, forcing me to pull back and look at him. “There’s no stopping this.”

I unfurl my legs, and he dips to let my feet touch theground before walking me back against the wall, tipping my chin up to lock eyes with him.

“I’m done denying myself what I want above anything else.”

“Tell me. Say it out loud. I need to hear you say it.” My voice trembles and tears threaten to flood my lashes.

“I need you, Katerina,” he says, while running a thumb along my cheek. “Tell me you’ll let me have you?”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him for how long, but there’s a corner of my heart that’s terrified I won’t like the answer. What if one night is all he can give me? I’ve spent years trying to bury the feelings I have for him and I think it would hurt more never to have had him, than to have to let him go. If I only get to have him tonight, then so be it.

“I’m yours.” The words escape from my lips before I can stop them. I take his hand in mine and lead him along the hallway to my room.

Whatever happens tomorrow, tonight he’s mine.

CHAPTER NINE

STEFANO

There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t be walking into Katerina’s bedroom right now, but as she slinks elegantly towards the bed, I couldn’t give a flying fuck what they are.

She leans down and flicks on the bedside lamp before untucking her shirt and slowly unbuttoning it. An involuntary moan slips out as the silk fabric drapes open, exposing the lace cups of her bra. Her breasts rise and fall as her breathing grows heavier. I can see a thousand emotions flutter across her features, but the ones that shine out the strongest are excitement and anticipation. She bites her bottom lip and cocks her head to the side. Challenging me to follow her example.

My pulse thrums in my ears and I suddenly feel a little nervous. This woman is stunning, but she’s a hell of a lot younger than me. I quash any thoughts that threaten the mood. From the way she’s teasing herfingertips along her collarbone and down her chest, she doesn’t care about the greying hair at my temples or the lines etched on my face. She looks like she’s ready to pounce. I return her sinful smile as I toss the shirt over the chaise at the foot of her bed.

Katerina unzips her pants and lets them drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, she prowls towards me and rests her hands over mine where I’m opening my belt. “Let me unwrap my present.”

If I could speak, I would. Instead, I nod and cast my eyes to the ceiling in silent appreciation to whatever gods have conspired to have Katerina Mancini sinking to her knees before me.

I chuckle when she pulls off my socks first.Nothing quite so unsexy as a naked man in socks.My gaze returns to her as she unbuckles my belt and hooks her fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs. Her focus shifts and her pupils blow wide when she takes in the exceptionally hard cock bobbing in front of her pouty lips.

“Well, well, well,vecchietto.Is this all for me?” she purrs. It might be because she’s saying it affectionately in Italian, or it might be because her mouth is so close to my cock I can feel the warmth of her exhales dust over my crown, either way, I don’t mind her calling me an old man. Not if I’m her old man.

I reach out and run my fingers through her hair before gripping tightly and pulling her closer. The soft lighting highlights the strands of burnished copper as they tangle in my grasp. We both let out a groan when she parts her lips wider, and the wet heat of her mouth envelops me. My body comes alive, ripples of pleasurechase themselves along my spine, and for a second I think my legs will buckle.

Holy fuck. It’s not just the sight of her on her knees before me. It’s the hum of pleasure, the flutter of her lashes, and the way she rolls her tongue along the underside of my shaft as she bobs on my dick. Just when I think I’ve got my rapidly building orgasm under control she seals her lips around the head of my cock and hollows her cheeks.

She’s magnificent.

“Micetta, if you don’t want me to flood your throat with cum, you’re going to need to save some of your tricks for later.”

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