Page 54 of Born into Mayhem
“Your pussy is not a bargaining chip,” he repeats again. “You will not use it to get your way, and you won’t threaten to keep it from me.”
I smile up at him, knowing it’ll piss him off. “You sure do have a lot of rules formypussy.”
He presses his other hand flat against my lower back, pulling me against him so I can feel the hard length of him against my jeans.
“My pussy,” he corrects, “my perfect little pierced pussy, and I don’t have that many rules, sweetheart. It’s mine and only mine and you can’t try to use it as a bargaining chip. In return for those very simple things, I will fall to my knees and worship it every chance I get.”
He hears my sharp inhale and gives me a wicked grin.
“You like that idea?” He leans in and starts to kiss a line up my neck. “You like the idea of me sinking my tongue into you, of licking and sucking your sweet little cunt until you soak my face?”
I moan at his words and the way he starts nipping at my skin, each soft bite making me forget about everything except him.
“I can’t wait to explore your piercings,” he murmurs against my skin. “You have no fucking idea how badly I want inside your body, how much I want to feel you taking me in, squeezing me like you’ll never let me go.”
“Dario,” I whisper when he brings his hand around to grip my inner thigh, spreading me wider so he can grind harder against me. “Fuck, don’t you dare stop,” I warn.
His sexy, deep laugh is muffled as he keeps sucking on the skin of my neck. My arms are wrapped around him, one hand in his hair and the other gripping his shoulder in an effort to keep him right where he is. He’s had me right on the edge ever since he got me all riled up last night and then came all over my stomach. I’m desperate for some relief, and when I rock my hips, he groans and brings his mouth to mine, kissing me with a ferocity that rocks me to my core.
He doesn’t ask me to submit with his lips—he fucking demands it. Each stroke of his tongue, each nip of his teeth against my lips, and the way he’s still fisting my ponytail all mix together to make it impossible for me to resist him. My body softens, becoming compliant in a way that it never has for anyone else. In my heart I know it will never be like this for anyone but him. He makes me want to expose my soft parts, the vulnerable places that I usually work so hard to keep hidden.
“Vipera mia,” he whispers against my lips. “Are you close, sweetheart?”
I nod and fist his hair harder, willing him to not stop.
“Do you want me to let you come?”
“Yes,” I beg when he presses harder against me, causing my piercing to move and nearly tip me over the edge. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Are you ever going to try and keep this sweet pussy from me?”
I growl against his mouth, letting him hear how pissed he’s making me. I feel him smile before he slips his hand under my T-shirt and runs his thumb over my nipple, hard enough to tug on the barbell so it floods me with another rush of pleasure.
“Hmm,” he murmurs. “I can’t hear you, little viper.”
“No,” I whisper when he gives my piercing another tug. “I won’t keep it from you.”
“Good girl,” he growls before kissing me hard and pushing me over the edge with the next thrust of his hips. Pleasure races through me, blinding me with the force of it. He breaks our kiss, pulling my ponytail and jerking my head back so he can watch me fall apart. His pupils are blown, making his eyes look black and the feral look in them has another wave hitting me, so powerful I can’t help but arch my back and scream his name. A smug, wicked grin spreads across his face at hearing it, but I’m too lost to my own pleasure to care that I’m giving him exactly what he wants.
My body slowly starts to return to normal, and when it does, I bolt upright, looking around and hoping like hell his parents haven’t come out to check on us.
“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Dario’s teasing tone is bad enough, but when he accompanies it with a pinch to my nipple, I glare at him and try to push his hand away. Hetsksat me and says, “Don’t worry, I didn’t let anyone hear you who wasn’t supposed to.”
“What?” An uneasy feeling starts to work its way up my spine, and when I turn my head, I have just enough time to see several armed men walking through the olive grove. They aren’t looking at us, but there’s no way in hell they didn’t just hear me scream Dario’s name under the afternoon sun.
“You asshole!” I hiss at him, keeping my voice at the low level I should’ve been using a few minutes ago.
“Ah,la mia piccola vipera, don’t be too mad, sweetheart. They needed to hear this, and I hate to break it to you, but it won’t be the last time they hear you come with my name on your lips.”
I glare at him, letting him see exactly how pissed I am, butunderneath the anger is a deep hurt that I refuse to acknowledge. His dark eyes study mine, peeling back the layers that I’m trying so hard to keep together, and when his eyes soften, I narrow mine, because the last thing I want is his sympathy.
When I try to look away, he pulls my ponytail tighter, refusing to let me turn my head. Before he says anything, he presses his lips to mine in a tender kiss.
“Just because I let them hear you doesn’t mean we didn’t just share something,streghetta mia. They’re not allowed to look, and even if they had, I made sure you weren’t visible, becauseno onegets to see you like this but me. I needed them to see us together to make this believable, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want this, and it doesn’t mean that watching you orgasm while screaming my name wasn’t the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”
His lips ghost over mine before softly kissing me again. “Forgive me for not telling you,mia vipera,but please don’t doubt how much this meant to me or how much I loved every second of it.”
Dario is impossible to stay mad at, and that might be the most frustrating realization of all. He must be able to read this on my face as well, because he gives me a wink before kissing the tip of my nose.
