Page 68 of Born into Mayhem
“This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His thumb lightly runs over the pink gems, first the one on the bottom and then the one on top. “This just became my new favorite thing, and I’m officially obsessed.”
I gasp when he rubs my arousal over the piercing. It’s a sharp rush of pleasure that leaves me desperate for more.
Bringing his mouth closer, he hovers it over the pink gems, jaw tense as he uses what little willpower he has left to not wrap his lips around my clit and suck. The heat of his breath intensifies my arousal, making me feel like I’m going to lose my mind with how badly I need him. With a pained groan, he sinks lower, running his eyes over my slit.
“Dario,” I warn, but he just digs his fingers harder into my thighs andspreads me wider.
“Not even a saint could resist this perfect pussy,streghetta mia.” He nuzzles my sex, breathing me in as he pushes my thighs so wide I feel my pussy lips part. “Just a taste, sweet girl. Just let me have one taste.”
Keeping his tongue away from my piercing, he slowly drags it over my slit, making me see stars when I clench my eyes shut and rock my head back. It’s a slow lick, and one that’s over way too soon.
I clutch at his hair, begging him with my body to not stop, and I’m glad he’s chosen to be the responsible one here, because I’m more than willing to throw caution to the wind and take my chances.
His tongue runs over me again before he gives one of my lips a soft suck. “Pure fucking temptation,” he growls before giving me another lick.
My boy shorts are still hooked around his thumb, stretched taut as he kisses me so goddamn sweetly, being careful to not touch my piercing with his mouth. Even without that direct stimulation, the sensations are overwhelming, quickly bringing me to the edge. I feel it rising from within me, growing stronger with each teasing lick he’s giving me, and right before I can scream his name again, there’s a loud knock at the door.
“Jesus Christ,” I yell, so startled I rock up into a sitting position as I fist Dario’s hair tighter. He groans, and I can’t tell if it’s from frustration or because I’m pulling his hair out. He yells something in Italian, and when we hear his mom yell something back, he tenses and lets out another groan.
“What the hell is going on?” I whisper-shout to him.
His head is still between my legs, and when he looks up at me, I swear he looks slightly embarrassed. “Mammawants us downstairs for supper.”
“Seriously? Can’t you tell her that we’re not hungry?” I cup his face and wipe my arousal from his top lip. “Not for food anyway.”
He grins and kisses my hand. “You’re so sweet and naive.”
“Two words I’ve never once been accused of being,” I tell him.
With a pained sigh, he gives my pussy one last kiss before carefully pulling my boy shorts back into place. “If we don’t go out there, she willbarge into this room and drag our asses down there. Don’t be fooled by her size. She’s a lot like you in that regard. People underestimate her, but she was always the stronger and tougher of my parents.”
Lifting up, he cups my face and presses his forehead to mine. “I think you’re sweet,amore mio.”
“What does that mean?” I whisper, even though my heart tells me I already know.
“I’ll tell you later when I’m inside you.” He presses his lips gently to mine and breathes out a sigh. “You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, Mia, and the sight of your bare, pierced pussy is seared into my mind. From now until the moment I take my last breath, some part of my brain will always be reliving the moment when I first saw you.” He kisses me again. “You have ruined me,streghetta mia.”
Pulling back so he can see my face, he smiles and leans in to kiss the piercing on my nose. “My girl does love her decorations.”
“Yourgirl?” I can’t help but ask, even though we both know I am. We’re way past the point of this being a quick fuck that we both walk away from unscathed. If I were to lose him now, it would be a hurt that would cut deeper than any blade ever could.
The corner of his mouth lifts in a sexy grin before he runs his hands down my body, cupping my breasts in his hands. “Sì, amore mio. You are mine and only mine.” His eyes run over me, but when they meet mine again, there’s a look in them that I know all too well. It’s his stubborn look, the one he often gets when he’s training me and expects to be obeyed without question. Lifting a hand, he hooks a finger under my chin and tilts my face to his.
“And I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me.”
The hard edge to his words, the possessive look he’s giving me, and the fact that he’s still shirtless and showing me the most beautifully sculpted upper body I’ve ever seen on a man all mix together to have me parting my lips and reaching for the button of his pants.
He gives a soft laugh and takes a step back, leaving me kneeling on the bed and so horny I can barely think. As if to prove his point, there’sanother loud knock at the door followed by a loud string of Italian that sounds even angrier than before.
Dario lifts a dark brow at me and whispers, “Told you.”
“No wonder you’ve never brought another woman in here,” I mutter, but the words are barely out of my mouth before he’s grabbing me and picking me up so we’re chest to chest.
“My mother has nothing to do with that, and you damn well know it.” He smacks my ass hard enough to sting. “God, you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing that.”
“I’m glad you were able to make your dream a reality, and I hope you enjoyed it because it’s the last fucking time you’re doing that.”
He gives a deep laugh, the kind I so rarely see on him. It transforms his face, making him lose the hardness his gaze usually has, and it accentuates the tiny lines around his eyes that look so sexy on him.
