Page 89 of The Underboss's Secret Twins
"Maybe I don’t mind the flames."
My blood ignites with how much I ache for her.
"You want to be fucked again,dolcezza?" I murmur, my free hand drifting lower, teasing over her stomach, between her thighs.
She gasps, shuddering against me.
I smile in satisfaction, dragging my fingers slow, feeling how sensitive, how desperate she still is. "You’re dripping all over my fingers, baby," I say, my voice low, almost mocking.
Her thighs twitch, her lips parting, but I don’t let her answer.
Instead, I flip us, pinning her beneath me again, my weight pressing her down, forcing her to stay exactly where I want her.
Her breathing stutters, her pupils blown wide, her body already responding, already arching.
"You want it slow this time?" I murmur, dragging my lips down her throat, my hand tightening just slightly around her wrists, keeping her hands pinned above her head.
She swallows hard, her breath shuddering out.
"You want to be tied up, don’t you, Sofia?"
Her body tenses beneath me, her thighs squeezing around my hips, a soft, needy sound escaping her lips.
"God, yes," she whispers, voice wavering.
My cock twitches at the desperation in her voice, at the way she’s already giving in, already melting beneath me.
Slow. I’ll make this so slow.
I grab one of my ties from the nightstand and wrap it around her wrists, securing her arms above her head.
"Now you take what I give you," I whisper, my teeth dragging over her pulse point, my hand sliding down to her soaked heat again.
And as soon as my fingers stroke her, as soon as she gasps, writhing beneath me, pleading for more?—
I know I’m about to make her fall apart all over again.
I drag my fingers down her stomach, slow, teasing. Her breath catches, her body tensing, already waiting for my next move.
"I could do anything to you right now." My voice drops—rough, edged with command, laced with possession. "You’re tied up, trembling for me. Dripping for me. What do you think I should do next?"
She lets out a shaky breath, her hips shifting, her fingers twitching against the restraints.
"Touch me," she whispers.
I smile, slow and cruel, dragging my fingers right where she wants them—but just lightly enough to make her whimper.
"Like this?" I tease, barely brushing her slick folds, avoiding where she needs me most.
Her body jerks, her thighs clenching around my hand.
"More," she gasps, her voice breaking.
"More?" I mock, leaning down, pressing my lips to her throat, feeling her pulse hammering beneath my mouth. "You’re in no position to make demands,bella."
I suck at her skin, my tongue tracing the bruises I left earlier, and her head tips back with a helpless moan.
I love this.
