Page 70 of Born into Mayhem
I feel like it’s a command to not fuck her son, and since I know there’s not a chance in hell I’ll be following that order, I smile and say, “How kind of you, but I have a feeling it won’t be all that restful.”
Dario clears his throat, trying to hide the laugh that just slipped out while Salvatore makes no attempt to hide it and holds up the glass of lemoncello the maid just put in front of him. “To being young and having the strength and flexibility to enjoy it.”
I take the drink that’s offered and say, “Well, one of us is young at least,” before taking a drink.
“Streghetta mia, that sounds a lot like a challenge,” he warns.
Salvatore laughs, and when I try to take another drink, Dario takes the glass from my hand before I can bring it to my lips and finishes it for me.
When I shoot him a look, he winks and says, “It’s a very strong drink,piccola mia. I’m older and know how to hold my alcohol.”
Giving the seam of my jeans one more firm press, he grins when he sees the effect it’s having on me and then pushes back his chair. He offers the hand that had just been teasing me and helps me to stand. We say goodnight to his parents, and as soon as he leads me to the stairs and we’re out of sight, he presses me up against the wall and kisses me like he’s starving and we didn’t just eat a four-course meal.
I’m on the stair above him, but he still towers over me as he wraps his hand around my throat, pinning me in place while his tongue delves in deeper. His kiss is brutal and demanding, and it quickly sparks mybody back to life, reminding me how close to the edge I’d been before we came down for supper.
Without breaking the kiss, he grabs my ass and lifts me up. Holding me tightly, he starts to carry me back to the room. When we hit the landing in between the stairs, he takes a moment to fist my hair, pulling my head back so he can suck and nip on the skin of my neck.
“Dario,” I beg, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice.
“Hmm?” He nuzzles my neck and licks the skin beneath his lips. “Something wrong,amore mio?”
“Take me to bed.” I run my nails through his hair, pulling a deep groan from him before he starts up the next flight of stairs, and this time he doesn’t stop until we’re back in the room.
He kicks the door shut and then sets me down so he can pull my shirt off. After unhooking my bra, he reaches down to relieve me of my pants. When he sees me in my boy shorts, he groans and runs his fingers under the waistband.
“I don’t understand how you make these look so fucking sexy, but you do.”
Without waiting for me to respond, he grips the side of them, giving a violent tug that tears the fabric down the seam.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, watching them fall to the floor.
When I’m standing naked before him, he takes a step back and then spends the next several seconds eye-fucking the hell out of me. Even though he’s fully clothed, I can easily see the outline of his cock straining against his suit pants.
“Dario?”
“Sì, amore mio?”
“I need you to get naked now.”
The corner of his mouth twitches at my command. Keeping his dark eyes on mine, he slowly slips out of the jacket before letting it fall to the floor. I watch as he gets to work on the top button of his shirt, mesmerized by the sight of his chest being slowly revealed. When it falls to the floor next to the jacket, he brings his hands to thebutton of his pants. He takes his time undoing it, and I swear I hear every tooth on that zipper disconnecting itself from the other as he lowers it down. They’re quickly added to the pile after he kicks off his shoes and socks. When he’s in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, he hooks his thumbs under the waistband and peels them off.
“Jesus,” I whisper, greedily drinking in the sight of him.
His amused laugh has my eyes darting to his. Fisting his cock, he slowly works himself while he crooks the finger of his other hand, beckoning me closer. My feet move without me having to think about it. My eyes jump around, not sure if I should focus on his beautiful eyes, the hard peaks and grooves of his chest and abs, or the thick cock he’s stroking. Unable to decide, my eyes keep doing their erratic dance until he hooks a finger under my chin and forces my attention to his face.
“Are you sure about this,streghetta mia?”
“Yes.”
“This isn’t what we agreed on, you know that, right?”
His nose grazes my cheek, a soft caress as he leans in closer. Moving his hands, he cups my ass and pulls me against him so there’s nothing between us. His cock presses against me in a way that’s impossible to ignore.
His teeth nip my jawline. “You were so adamant that all you wanted was a hard, quick fuck.”
“Did I say quick?”
The heat of his breath hits my skin with his laugh. He gives me another bite that nearly makes my legs buckle before he says, “Nothing I’m about to do to you is going to be quick,amore mio.” The wet heat of his tongue licks the tender flesh of my neck. “But I’m also not going to just fuck you.”
