Page 105 of Devious Kingpin
His hands roamed over my body, touching every inch that was accessible to him. His gaze followed everywhere he touched me, as if needing to memorize me. I did the same. I wanted to remember his hands on my skin. Forever.
The soft sounds of our harsh breathing filled the closed space. I leaned forward and kissed his neck, then licked his skin. My insides liquefied and a low moan traveled up my throat. He tasted so good.
“Mine,” I murmured softly.
“Yours.”
A simple word and it had so much power. His touch moved lower, reaching the wet material between my thighs and every nerve in my body trembled in anticipation. Desperate need clawed at me, burning and demanding.
“Touch me there,” I breathed. I wanted him so badly, I trembled. But so did he. “Please.”
I brought my hands to his belt and fumbled with it. He let me, watching me with so much reverence, I thought I’d burst into flames. The sound of the zipper sent an echo through the car, announcing the point of no return. Not that I wanted to.
I lowered my gaze and surprise washed over me. “No boxers?”
Fuck, why did I find that so erotic?
“Does it bother you?”
I shook my head, my gaze fixated on his cock so close to my hot entrance. It hadn’t even touched my pussy, and I was panting. Forgetting his earlier request, his fingers curled over the hem of my panties and a ripping sound followed.
I was soaking wet, the slickness of my arousal trailing a path down my inner thighs as he dragged the material up through my center.
Deliriously, I stared down between us, his cock right at my throbbing entrance. My heart thundered under my rib cage and fire burned through me, watching his hard shaft at my folds. His fingers reached for my clit, circling it. The pressure built, sending a shudder through me.
I watched us through heavy eyelids, both of us focused on our nearly joined bodies.
“Are you sure?” Dante’s voice penetrated the lustful fog. I rolled my hips again, letting the tip of his cock slide inside my entrance. The sight was erotic. So fucking hot that I could orgasm just from it. “Juliette, look at me.”
Tearing my gaze from our joined bodies, I sought out his face. Those dark eyes that shimmered like night skies pulling me into their darkness, a place I now knew I’d been all along.
My tongue darted out, wetting my lips. “Yes, I’m sure.”
He observed me for a moment, as if trying to decipher whether it was a good idea or not. The truth was that I had wanted him from the moment I spotted him in his casino. It spooked me because it was an unfamiliar reaction. I never wanted any man, yet with him, my body went into overdrive. Like it had been asleep for decades, waiting for him.
He expected panic to kick in, but it was nowhere to be found. As if he killed it when he ended Travis’s life. His fingers traveled north to cup my butt and a soft moan vibrated between us.
“I don’t want any more ghosts between us,” I murmured, leaning over and brushing the tip of my nose against his. “All in.”
Something flickered across his expression, but it was gone before my next heartbeat. I held my breath, waiting for his response. I didn’t want to hide behind that dark period of my life anymore.
I wanted what Davina had with my dad. I wanted what Wynter had with that unhinged Basilio. He might be slightly psychotic but he had Wynter’s back. All the DiLustros—Dante, Basilio, Priest, and Emory—had each other’s back. And the way Basilio watched Wynter with so much longing and vehemence could set the world on fire.
When it came to Dante DiLustro, I was the subject of that look. He watched me with something so raw and intense that it made me want to curl into him and let him protect me.
He killed Travis for me.
His eyes lowered and I followed his gaze. His grip tightened on my hips while my fingers clutched his shoulders.
Slowly, I sank down on his length. He was so hard, so big, andsohot. The heat was overwhelming.
He groaned. I panted.
“You still good?” he grunted. The tenderness in his voice drifted through the air and hit me right in the chest.
“Yes.”
One of his hands left my hip and slipped between our bodies until he found my pulsing clit. I moaned as he circled it, hard and fast. He lowered his head, his mouth licking and biting my nipple through the material. I slid further down on his length taking all of him, and both of us hissed.
