Page 120 of Born into Mayhem
I groan in frustration but do as he says, forcing my muscles to remain soft while he slides over me again and again. I feel the pressure building, and when he brings his hand to my breast and gently tugs on my piercing, I explode, screaming my release into our kiss while he growls my name and rocks his hips, making the orgasm last as long as possible.
When I’m completely spent, he kisses me again and then lifts up so he can see me better. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He grins and adds, “Because I can easily come right now, just like this.”
“Don’t you dare. I want to taste you,” I tell him.
He groans and moves so he’s facing my legs while I stare up at the giant, hard cock that’s just out of reach. He’s completely healed from the vasectomy, and every time I think about him choosing to undergo that for me, I fall a little more in love with him.
“I’m serious about the suffocating thing,” I say while reaching up to take him in hand. He groans, his hips automatically rocking into me, desperate for my touch.
“Don’t worry,amore. I can promise you this won’t take long. You have no idea how close I am to coming right now.”
I squeeze him tighter and slowly stroke up and down the length of him. “Not yet. When you come, it’s going to be down my throat.”
He lowers down so I can swipe my tongue over his head, licking the pre-cum that’s covering him.
“Fuck,” he growls, sinking lower so I can take him in. “God, I’ve missed your mouth,amore.”
I moan around him as he slides in deeper, and when he feels me gag, he quickly raises back up. Grabbing his hips, I help guide him, sucking and licking as we find our rhythm. When I feel his mouth on my pussy right as he slides a finger into me, I moan and give him a harder suck as he slowly rises out of my mouth before sinking back down.
I didn’t think I’d be able to come again, but I should’ve known better than to doubt him. Dario’s skilled at many things, and effortlessly pulling orgasms from me is at the top of that list. He sucks on my clit while I suck on his cock, and when he hears my deep groan and feels my pussy clench around his finger, he joins me and lets go with a growl. Pulsing inside my mouth, his release hits the back of my throat as he slides a second finger into me and tongues my clit.
I’m completely lost to this man, every part of me willingly submitting to him as he works me into a state of oblivion. My nails dig into his skin, forcing him deeper, wanting to make him feel good, wanting to return the pleasure that he so freely gives to me. I swallow everything he gives me, and when he’s spent and starting to soften, a tremor runs through his body before he slides his fingers out of me and slowly kisses his way to my mouth.
The kiss is upside down, and I smile against his lips when my first attempt is awkward. It takes me a second to get the hang of it, but when I relax and let him take control, he guides me into it while he cups my face with a tenderness that never ceases to surprise me. He runs his tongue over mine, groaning in appreciation when he tastes himself on me. I stick my tongue out further, letting him get hisfill, and when he pulls back, we’re both breathless, and I’m fairly confident I won’t be moving for quite some time. A heaviness falls over me, and when he pulls the covers back and scoots me up against him, spooning me from behind, I sink into his solid, comforting weight, barely able to keep my eyes open.
“Ti amo,streghetta mia,” he whispers the words against my cheek before kissing me and curling his arms around me even tighter. “Rest,amore. All you need to do is sleep.”
I mumble a quickI love you,barely getting the words out before the darkness swallows me up and I fall into a deep sleep.
Chapter 20
Dario
Ihold Mia while she sleeps, so fucking grateful that she’s alive and in my arms, the same way I’ve fallen asleep every night since she left the hospital. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the fear I felt when I saw that blade sink into her skin, or the way she’d looked—covered in blood, skin pale, beautiful hazel eyes that she could barely keep open, and the shaky sound of her voice when she’d confessed that I’m her sun.
God, my stubborn girl so easily shatters my heart into a million pieces only to put it back together again with her fingerprints deeply embedded all over the damn thing. There’s not a part of me that hasn’t been touched by her, not a single part of me that doesn’t beat or breathe or ache for her every second of every day. She’s in me so deeply that I can no longer tell where I end and she begins, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Burying my nose in her neck, I breathe in the sweet, familiar scent of her skin and feel my body relax. I know I’ll never be able to lock her inside where she’ll be safe. I’m going to be forced to step aside and watch her willingly walk into dangerous situations, and the very thought of it makes my chest ache and my arms tighten around her.
Loving her is so goddamn easy, but being with her is going to be so fucking hard. I knew that going into this. I knew she’d never be content to stay at home. She wants more, sheneedsmore, and I love her too much to force her into a role that would only make her miserable and resent me.
Unable to sleep and not wanting to wake her with my tossing and turning, I slip out of bed and throw on a pair of joggers before making my way downstairs. It’s late, and the house is quiet, but when I pass through the living room, I see the outline of a man sitting in a chair, and I instantly recognize the imposing figure as Lev, my very-soon-to-be father-in-law. He hears me step out, turning his head to watch as I walk over, and I may not get a warm, welcoming smile, but he’s not reaching for a weapon or threatening to throw the glass he’s holding at my head, so I count it as a win and take the chair next to him.
“Couldn’t sleep?” I ask him.
He grunts and takes a drink. I catch a whiff of whiskey, and when I see the bottle on the table, I reach over and grab it. Taking a drink directly from the thing, I let it sit on my tongue before swallowing it down and savoring the burn it leaves in its wake.
“I keep thinking about how close we came to losing her,” he finally says.
I take another drink. “Me too. It’s all I can fucking think about.” We’re both quiet for a second before I say, “I’ve never seen anything like it, Lev. She’s so goddamn fearless. She didn’t even hesitate before coming between me and the knife.”
“She’s like her mom,” he says, and I can hear the pride in his voice. “Jolene would’ve done the same thing. I taught her how to fight.” He huffs out a laugh. “I know exactly how those lessons ended, so I really should’ve seen this coming. Vitaly is never going to let me hear the end of this.”
We both take a drink, and when he empties his glass, I reach over and refill it.
“I can’t apologize for falling in love with her. There was no stopping it, but I swear to you, Lev, I love your daughter. With everything Ihave, I love her, and I will be faithful to her and love her for the rest of my life. She’s it for me.”
“She better be. I don’t care how old I get, if you ever hurt her, I will hunt you down and kill you, and if for some reason I can’t do it, Sasha will.”
