Page 90 of Dancing with the Devil
He pulled his mouth back before slipping two fingers inside of me, and I whimpered, drawing my brows together in pleasure. He glanced up at me, and when my eyes locked with his darkened gaze, a soft whine fell from my lips as I threw my head back. “Oh, God—fuck,” I cried out, squeezing around his fingers. His fingers curled inside of me, and my mouth fell open with a moan.
I could feel his eyes on me as he spoke. “Who do you belong to, Nirah?”
In ragged breaths, I answered. “You.”
“And what’s my name?”
I bit my bottom lip, digging my heels into the mattress, and my breath hitched. “Antonio.”
“Good girl,” he praised, and seconds later his mouth sucked on my clit and I let go.
My orgasm exploded between us and he gathered every drop on his tongue. With a heaving chest, I dropped my arms to my sides and he slowly lowered my thighs to the bed.
He helped me sit up and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it beside us. His lips met mine in an instant and I smiled into the kiss, holding his face in both of my hands. “Shower with me,” I breathed between kisses.
He broke the kiss and before I knew it, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me into the bathroom with him.
We peeled each others clothes off one by one, standing in the shower.
My legs felt numb but they were strong enough for me to stand as his lips found mine. “You’re still an insufferable piece of shit,” I breathed between kisses.
“And you’re still insulting me. Clearly you haven’t learned your lesson yet,” he pulled back, holding me against his chest.
“What are you going to do? Spank me?” I teased and amusement flashed across his face. He wrapped one arm around my waist and lifted his other hand behind me. I grabbed his hand, forcing it downwards.
“Don’t even think about it,” I sternly said and he grinned down at me.
“Don’t tempt me again.”
“Then don’t be such an ass,” I said as he reached for the shampoo bottle. “Wait, let me.”
My mood suddenly lifted as I squeezed a little of it in my hand. He took the bottle from me and I couldn’t contain my smile as I reached up to his hair. He smiled at my struggle and lifted me so that my legs wrapped around his torso. “This is so much fun,” I whispered as I rubbed the shampoo through his hair. He hummed in response and stared at me intently.
As soon as we finished up in the shower, we each grabbed a towel and then brushed our teeth. Thereafter, he threw me onto his shoulder and I yelped. He slapped my ass and I lifted my head, holding onto his waist.
“Hit my ass again and I’m poking yours with my finger,” I warned and he gave my ass a little squeeze. I muffled a laugh in his back and he plopped me down onto his bed.
“We should get dressed first,” I said, sitting up as I held my towel against my body.
“We don’t have to,” he shook his head and fell down next to me.
“Well,Ido,” I said, getting up.
“Go for it,” he nodded and I tightened my grip on my towel.
“I will,” I gave him a confident nod before walking towards his walk-in closet. Everything was so formal and…clean. And expensive. Not a single thing was out of place.
After about a solid ten minutes of admiring a closet—I know, that’s quite sad—I picked out a T-shirt and some sweatpants. I thought for a while and left the sweatpants. Last time didn’t go so well.
I decided to grab a pair of his boxers instead. I moved my hips in a circle and smiled. I see why they like this so much.
I threw on his t-shirt that stopped just a little above my knees.Perfect. I walked out to find him standing near the window with his back facing me. His phone was pressed to his ear as he spoke in Italian. I squinted my eyes, slowly approaching him.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and noticed the scars on his back. My heart ached when my eyes traveled to each of them. I lightly kissed each of his scars and rested my cheek against his warm back, closing my eyes.
He ended the call and slightly turned his head back over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” he asked, and I rested my chin against his back.
“Nothing much, just admiring the most beautiful back I’ve ever seen,” I nonchalantly shrugged my shoulders, and he smiled. “And the most beautiful smile at that,” I added, and he turned around, pulling me into his arms.
