Page 65 of Born into Mayhem
I toss the bag inside and walk over to her. “I am.” Reaching out, I cup her face, and the slight tilt of her head that causes her to press into my skin just enough for me to feel it is Mia’s equivalent of an exuberant hug. I savor that small touch, seeing it for the gift it is when I say, “Tony gave me some very depressing news.”
Her eyes lift back up to mine. “Did something happen?”
“No,streghetta mia, everything is fine.”
“Then what’s the bad news?”
I run my thumb over her cheek, tilting her head back so I can see her better. “He said I have to wear condoms and that I’m not allowed toeat your sweet pussy for at least another two weeks.” I give her a wink. “I’m paraphrasing. If he had called your pussy sweet, I would’ve had to fly back and kill him.”
That earns me a small smile.
“That is sad about the oral sex,” she agrees, “but you’re out of your goddamn mind if you thought for one second I was going to let you inside me without a condom.”
It’s my turn to grin, and when I add in a laugh, Mia’s spine straightens and she looks like she’s two seconds away from trying to rip my dick off.
God, I fucking love this woman.
Ignoring how angry she is, I scoop her up into my arms and bring my lips to hers. She resists at first, wanting to stay angry and not give in, but when I growl my displeasure and deepen the kiss, she opens for me, running her tongue along mine as my dick grows even harder.
When she moans, I pull back just enough so I can say, “Vipera mia, I’m fucking this pussy raw as soon as you’re healed.”
“I’m not getting pregnant, Dario.”
I grin and nip at her swollen lip. “Who said anything about getting pregnant? I just want to feel you around me. I want to know what it’s like to have your tight little cunt squeezing me skin to skin. I’ve never been inside a woman without a condom,” I admit to her.
Her hazel eyes study mine. “How is that possible?”
I shrug and run my fingers through her hair. “It’s an intimacy I’ve never wanted to share with anyone until now.”
Before she can get all weird about me being too sentimental, I cup the back of her head and kiss the worry from her.
Chapter 12
Mia
Before I get a chance to freak out about the confession Dario’s just made, he’s kissing me, making it impossible for me to think about anything other than how badly I need and want him. With his arms around me and his tongue fighting for dominance, he carries me inside the room and to his bed.
My heart is racing faster than it ever has during one of our sparring sessions, and as much as I want this, I’m not looking forward to the pain. There’s no avoiding it, especially not with a man as large as Dario, so instead of worrying, I start pulling his suit jacket off before getting to work on his buttons.
“We’re not rushing this,” he warns me, but he doesn’t stop me from undressing him, and when his shirt is gone and he’s bare chested in front of me, I take a few seconds to admire his beauty. Reaching out, I run my fingers over his olive skin, memorizing the peaks and grooves of all that hard muscle. When I trail my way down his arm and feel the scar my bite mark left, I grin and meet his dark eyes.
“You’ve marked me in more ways than the scars you can see,” he says. “You’ve sliced my arm and bitten me, but that’s nothing compared to the other marks you’ve left on me,vipera mia.”
My body tenses at his words and the way his eyes have softened. I can’t help it. I’m much better with knives and smartass comments. I’m not comfortable with letting my guard down, and when he sees my discomfort, he grins and leans forward. His broad shoulders and much larger body force me to lean back so I’m lying on the bed while he hovers over me.
“I’ll get you used to the sweet stuff,streghetta mia.”
Before I can argue, he grabs my shirt and pulls it off me, leaving me in my jeans and bra. His gaze is one of pure hunger as he runs his eyes over me. Dragging his fingers along my skin, he traces a path from my navel to my breasts. My nipples are already hard and aching, and when he drags the pad of his thumb over one of the piercings, I close my eyes and arch my back, wanting more of his touch.
“Your piercings drive me fucking crazy,” he says while continuing to play with the one under his thumb.
I crack my eyes open and ask, “Another first for you?”
He grins and gives my nipple a soft, teasing pinch. “Yes.”
“I imagine firsts are hard to come by with you.”
“And yet you’re getting so many.” He reaches a hand under me to unclasp my bra. Hooking a finger under the strap at my shoulder, he stops and asks, “Do you want me to tell you all the ones you’re getting?”
