Page 67 of Born into Mayhem
“I’m sensitive,” I start to say, but he just gives me a wicked grin and rocks his abs into me again.
“This is mine now,streghetta mia.”
I laugh, and his body freezes, a tense, taut line of pure muscle. “Something funny, sweetheart?”
“You thinking you own my pussy is very funny, yes,” I tell him.
His fingers tighten around my neck, but he’s not scaring me. I know this man, and I know he’d rather cut off his own hand than raise it against me.
Leaning in, he nips at my jaw and then hovers his lips over mine. “We’ll see if your answer is different by the time the sun comes up, little viper.” He gives me another teasing nip and a low, wicked laugh. “I think it will be.”
“God, you’re so cocky.”
He gives me a very amused look and has the audacity to throw in a wink. “I think you’re about to find out I can back it up,la mia piccola vipera.”
Lowering his head, he moves his fingers just enough to allow him to kiss a line down my throat, and by the time he gives the crook of my neck a suck, I’m starting to believe him. His movements are slow, like he has all the time in the world, like he doesn’t want to rush a second of this and instead plans to savor every single moment. Working his way down the center of my chest, he stops when he hits my navel. He dips his tongue in, sending a quick rush of pleasure through me.
“Why have you never pierced this?”
He gives me another lick while I let out a shaky breath and say, “Too afraid it might get torn out during a fight.”
“Hmm,” he muses before giving me a kiss. “Smart girl.” His lips start to trail lower. “I like that the piercings on your body are hidden. No one knows you have them but me.”
I can’t resist saying, “Don’t forget about Benny.”
He lets out a noise that sounds a lot like a growl before giving my hip a hard enough bite to get my attention. “I have not forgotten about Benny.”
“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” I tell him.
He looks up at me through his dark lashes, looking way sexier than any man has a right to, and says, “I wonder if you’ll still think it’s cute when I’m covered in his blood.”
“You can’t kill Benny. He’s a good guy, and he was just doing his job.”
He gives me another nip. “I can and I will.”
Before I can tell him the truth, he starts to unbutton my jeans while he sucks on the skin of my stomach. I’ve dreamt about this moment for so long, and a part of me still can’t believe that it’s about to happen. With his mouth still on me, he slowly tugs my zipper down, and when I lift my hips, he pulls my jeans off, leaving me in nothing but a pink pair of boy shorts. The sight of them pulls a deep groan from him, and it’s not one of disappointment. The way he’s looking at me like he wants to devour every inch of me makes it clear that he’s not even slightly disappointed about my lack of lacy undies.
His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide while he lowers his face between my legs. With an excruciating slowness, he drags his nose along my slit, inhaling the scent of me while the soft, teasing touch nearly shatters me.
“As soon as you’re fully healed, I’m going to latch on to this sweet pussy, and I won’t let up until I’ve had my fill,” he warns.
“If that’s supposed to be a threat, it’s a really lousy one.”
He laughs and presses a well-placed kiss to my piercing. When he hears my shaky exhale, his dark eyes meet mine. “I never said I’d let you come. I’ve noticed that you get very sensitive after you orgasm.” His lip nudges my piercing just enough to tease me with a quick rush of pleasure. “I’m guessing the piercing plays a part in that. If I let you come too early, then you’ll be too sensitive for me to touch.” I see a flash of his wicked grin before he gives me another kiss. “No, I think you are a woman best kept on the edge.”
“And I think you’re a man who’s about to find out how angry I get when I’m sexually frustrated.”
“I do love your bite, little viper,” he taunts as he drags his lips over the thin fabric that separates us.
When he drags his finger along my slit, he groans and says, “You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart.”
His finger runs along the side of my boy shorts before edging under the seam. I lift my head to look at him. “Remember what Tony said?”
His eyes are glued to my boy shorts as he slowly slides his finger in, brushing against my bare pussy as he hooks his finger and tugs the fabric to the side.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, getting his first glimpse of me. “I used to think I had willpower like a saint,vipera mia, but you constantly prove me wrong. I’ve never once let a woman distract me, never once let one get the better of me and affect my work, but you, sweetheart, you’re constantly bringing me to my knees. You turn me into a devil,streghetta mia.”
His movements are rougher as he pulls my underwear aside even more, fully exposing every inch of my pussy as the fabric digs into my hip. He whispers something in Italian while his thumb gently runs up my soaking wet slit. When he gets to my piercing, he groans and lifts his eyes to mine.
