Page 75 of Dangerous King
Her legs start to tremble around me, and I know she's close. I can feel her body tightening, her breath coming in short gasps. Her hips grind against me, and her moans grow more frenzied.
"Come on my fingers, Piccolina," I command. "Be a good girl and come for me. I want to feel it."
I stare into her face, drinking in every gasp, every stuttering breath, every desperate flicker of her lashes. I need to burn this into memory, how she looks, unraveling for me. Because this isn't just about her pleasure, it's aboutmine. Mine in watching her fall apart. Mine in knowing I'm the only man who's ever touched her like this, the only one who's ever made her feel like this.
Her mouth parts in a silent cry, andfuck, the way her body clenches around my fingers?—
It's holy. It's filthy. It'sperfect.
I don't look away for a second.
Because this right here? This is what it means toownher.
Her entire body locks for one breathtaking moment, and then she breaks. She clutches me tight, her cries muffled by my neck as I work her through it. Her first orgasm. My reward.
I hold her as she trembles in the water, her heart pounding against mine. She pulls back, her eyes dazed and glowing. "I... I didn't know it could feel like that," she breathes.
My lips brush her forehead, tender and protective. "That's only the beginning," I tell her. Because this is what I want. Not just her body. Her trust. Her surrender. Her everything. And when she's ready, I'll ruin her for anyone else. God have mercy on anyone who tries to take her from me now, because I won't.
A few days later…
I'm still walking on clouds.
Or maybe floating in some warm, sparkly haze made entirely of the memory ofhim. His hands. His mouth. The way he looked at me when I shattered in his arms.
It's been days, but my skin still tingles like I never left the lake. Like his touch is still ghosting across my body, curling low in my stomach, making me blush at completely inappropriate moments. I accidentally dropped a spoon at breakfast yesterday morning, and when I bent to pick it up, a memory of his curled fingers inside me flashed by, sending jolts of electricity through me that left my panties drenched.
God.
What is wrong with me?
We've seen each other around the house since then. At meals, in the evening, and a couple of times in the middle of the day. Once he passed me in the hallway and winked; it was nothing but a quick flicker, but the heat that rushed through me made my knees threaten mutiny. Another time, he pulled me into the butler's pantry when no one was watching, pressed me against the cool shelves, and kissed me until I forgot my name, then walked away without a word, leaving me dazed and panting like I'd stepped out of a dream.
I don't know what we are.
Arewe anything?
I mean, he's Enrico Sartori. Thirty years old. A walking storm of dark suits and darker eyes. The next boss of the Sartori family. A man with blood on his hands and secrets in his past.
And me?
I'm nineteen. Barely. I've never had a boyfriend. Never gone on a date. Never kissed anyone before him. I've spent the last fourteen years learning how to disappear, how to endure, how to survive without breaking.
He's seen the world. I've barely seen daylight.
I don't know why he wants me.
And it's not false modesty; I'm not fishing for compliments in my own head. I just… I don't understand what heseeswhen he looks at me. I'm not glamorous or smooth. I stumble over my words sometimes, and I don't know how to flirt. My body's not anything special. I've been invisible for so long, it's still a shock when someone sees me at all.
But hedoessee me. And when he touches me, it's like I become someone else. Or maybe just moremyselfthan I've ever been.
Still… I don't know where this is going.
I wish I could talk to someone about it. Just…processit. Ask if it's normal to feel like your body has been lit on fire from the inside out. If it's okay that I keep dreaming about him. Needing him. Wanting him to look at me again like I'm the only thing in the room that matters.
Izzy would understand the butterflies part. But she's hissister. Talking to her about the way herbrothermade me come in a lake just feels… wrong.
Sabine? I don't know. She's a little distant. Kind, but reserved, like there's a wall around her I haven't earned the right to climb. Plus, confiding in her feels like a betrayal of Izzy's trust somehow. I don't want to be the girl gossiping about the Sartori brother she's closest to.
