Page 30 of Born into Mayhem
The soft bite I give has him giving a low, deep chuckle in my ear before he nips at my earlobe. “I can bite, too, sweetheart.”
I try like hell to stifle my moan when he starts to kiss and suck on the delicate skin beneath my ear. He tightens his other arm around me, pinning me against him as he scoots me to the edge of the counter. My thighs are spread even wider as he molds his body to mine, letting me feel his hard length against the pussy that’s already so wet for him. The intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with the heat of his tongue as he licks and sucks his way down my neck have me nearly weeping with need. My body is already tense, poised and ready to explode thanks to the piercing he’s slowly rubbing against as he rocks his hips, giving me a taste of heaven with each gentle thrust.
“I know how close you are, Mia. I know how badly you want this.” He nips at the crook of my neck, forcing a shiver to run through my entire body, and on instinct my teeth relax against his skin and I give him a tiny suck. He growls a long string of Italian against my skin, the sound of it sending another rush of pleasure through me.
“Streghetta mia.” He purrs the words, dragging his mouth along my skin until it’s next to mine. He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth with my lips still locked around his thumb. “Do you want me to let you come?”
I try to resist, I really do, but he keeps working his hips, building up that delicious friction, and my body overrules my willfulness, and I nod my head.
“Suck.” He whispers the word against my mouth before running his tongue along where I’m latched onto his thumb, groaning hisappreciation when I suck him in deeper. With a growl, he pulls his thumb out, replacing it with his mouth. His lips lightly touch mine. “Kiss me,streghetta mia. Let me taste that sweet mouth of yours.”
With one more slow rock of his hips, I feel the very last of my resolve fade to dust as I grab the back of his head and press my lips to his. I’m not surprised to find that we’re both fighting for dominance. My inexperience shows, but I don’t let my clumsiness stop me, assuming I’ll learn as I go. His kiss is hungry, unrelenting, and far more skilled. When I give back just as good as he’s giving, I feel his smile right before the sting of his bite. I try to pull back, but he has me locked in place. The coppery taste of my blood invades our kiss, just enough to let me know he broke skin, and I’m so stunned by it that my mouth briefly softens.
Dario takes full advantage, delving in deeper and kissing me like he’s never going to let me go, and for the first time in my life, I want to submit. I want to lay myself bare on this counter and let him do whatever the hell he wants to me, giving him all the control. He must sense the change in me, because he rocks his hips once more, letting me feel how close to the edge I am, and then he gives my bottom lip a soft suck that leaves me breathless as he pulls back just enough to look into my eyes.
“Remember this feeling,streghetta mia, because this is how you are with me.” His fingers massage my scalp where he’d just been pulling my hair, and I let out a soft whimper before I can stop it. He looks entirely too pleased with himself when he steps back so my pussy is no longer getting the friction I so desperately need. “You submit to me. No one else,streghetta mia, just me.” The corner of his mouth lifts up before he leans in and licks the bite he’d given me. “And you fucking love it.”
“Bastard.” I whisper the word, and when I try to scoot away, he tightens his grip on me, and damn if that doesn’t pull another whimper from my traitorous body, because he’s right. I love it when he dominates me, and that realization scares the hell out of me. I love fighting him, I love giving him hell and seeing the anger rise up in his eyes, but that’sonly because I know it’s going to end with his hard body on top of mine, pinning me down while he makes me feel more pleasure than I ever thought possible.
“You said you’d let me come,” I remind him.
He gives me a wink. “No, I didn’t. I only asked if you wanted to.”
“Goddammit,” I mutter, twisting even harder to get out of his grasp, but he’s pinned me in a way that makes it impossible for me to go anywhere, and I don’t feel like hurting myself to head-butt the smug grin off his handsome face.
He ignores the angry look I’m giving him and gives me a sweet kiss. “Don’t be late for your lesson tomorrow.”
“I’m never late, but you might want to wear a cup, because the first chance I get I’m kicking you right in the nutsack for leaving me like this.”
His head tilts back as he gives a deep laugh that only manages to make him look even more mouthwatering than he already does.
“I’m being serious,” I tell him.
With his dark eyes still lit up with amusement and that same small smile playing at his lips, he gives me one more kiss before standing up to his full height and taking a step back. I watch as he adjusts himself, making me instantly remember the glimpse I’d gotten of him earlier. I know exactly how big he is now, and that knowledge is going to haunt me from here on out.
“Don’t be too quick to hurt me,piccola vipera.” With his hand still on his sizable dick, he adds, “Just think about how much pleasure this is going to give you in two weeks.”
“So you say.” I force my eyes away from him, trying to not show how badly I want him as I check my phone, not at all surprised to see several texts from my brother. The latest one says that he’ll be shooting his way in if I don’t respond soon. I quickly text that I’ll be out in a sec and then hop off the counter and shove my phone in my back pocket. Dario still blocks my path, and when I try to walk around him, he hooks a hand out and grabs onto my waist, pulling me up against him. I’m eyelevel with his Armani-wrapped chest, and I have to tilt my head back to meet his eyes.
“I’d say don’t walk away mad, but I have a feeling that’s going to be a common theme between us.” He arches a dark brow at me. “You’re very temperamental.”
“Says the Italian,” I say, making him grin.
Running his hand down my back, he cups my ass in one of his large hands and gives it a squeeze. “I’ll be thinking about you today,streghetta mia.” He leans closer and confesses, “I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”
“Careful, Dario. You sound like you’re getting a little attached.” I press my hand against his chest, trying to put some space between us, but he refuses to budge. “In two weeks we’re fucking each other out of our systems, right?”
“Right,” he says, far too quickly than I’d like, but it’s the reminder I need to get my shit together and stop acting like some lovesick kid. Feelings aren’t a part of this. That’s not what’s happening between us. He’s gorgeous and strong and he doesn’t let me get away with my usual shit. That’s a powerful aphrodisiac for me, and I’ve obviously fallen prey to it.
“I need to go. Sasha’s waiting for me outside.”
He runs his eyes over me, but he’s careful to not give anything away. I have no idea what he’s thinking, and I’m not about to admit my curiosity by asking. Before he lets me go, he gives my ass one more squeeze and then gives it a hard smack.
“A little something to remember me by,” he says with a grin while I try very hard to not show how much my ass is stinging.
“Fucker,” I mutter as I walk past him. I make sure to tilt every goddamn frame in his hallway before letting myself out.
“Was that consensual?”
