Page 41 of Tainted Obsession 1
“Please, Massimo…”
“Tell me what you want.” His calloused fingertips tease my belly, just below my navel. “Beg me to touch your pretty pussy.”
My clit throbs in time with my racing heart, my desire for him so intense that it hurts.
“Please touch me.”
He bares his teeth at me, a primal warning.
“Please touch my pussy, Massimo.” Despite the embarrassment that floods my cheeks with heat, I speak clearly.
I’ll do anything he says if he’ll grant me the release I so desperately need.
He strokes my cheek and gently squeezes my wrists with his other hand. “Stay.”
He releases me from the shackle of his long fingers, his touch trailing down the length of my arms, over the sides of my torso, down to my hips. He grasps me firmly and tugs me to the edge of the table, so that my toes brush the floor. His grip shifts to my thighs, parting them as he drops to his knees before me.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a breathy whisper.
“You were such a good girl asking for what you want,” he rumbles, his breath hot on my slick folds. “I’m going to taste you.”
My entire body flushes, and I squirm in his hold. “You don’t have to… No one has ever…” I trail off, my mouth going dry at the feral hunger that sharpens his stunning features.
“This pussy ismine.” He stakes his claim with a long swipe of his tongue over my swollen labia.
He flicks my clit, and stars burst across my vision.
“I’m the only one to taste you,” he declares, savage and possessive. “Your sweet cunt belongs to me. I could feast on you every day.”
“Massimo…” I whimper his name, tormented by embarrassment and desire. This is hedonistic, more decadent and deviant than any sex act I’ve ever allowed myself.
But I’ve never known that desire can be intense enough to hurt, relentless enough to drive me to the edge of madness.
He presses a tender kiss directly over my clit, and a strangled cry tears from my chest as pleasure torments me. My core contracts, and a fresh wash of arousal wets my inner thighs.
His animal snarl rumbles over my heated flesh, and I hold my breath, bracing for the next surge of shocking ecstasy.
He pulls away, every line of his powerful body taut with strain.
I reach for him, my fingers tangling in his hair to tug him closer to my needy clit.
Despite the tension in his jaw, he lets out a cruel chuckle.
“Greedy girl,” he says, an admonishment and praise. “You’ll get your reward later.”
“What?” I ask on a little puff of air, bereft without his touch.
He lifts me off the table and sets me down on my feet. I stare up at him, eyes wide. His thumb traces the line of my pout, and my sensitive skin tingles with residual lust. I sway toward him, desperate for more.
“Believe me,” he rumbles. “This hurts me just as much as it hurts you. But you have to be good for me first. Behave tonight, and I’ll make you come so hard that your voice is hoarse from screaming my name.”
I shake my head to clear it and take a step back.
What am I doing?
I swallow hard and do my best to quell the lust that’s temporarily overtaken my sanity. It would be far too easy to become dangerously attached to Massimo. No one has ever looked at me the way he does: like he would do anything to taste me again.
He licks his lips in a lewd display, showing me just how hungry he is for more. My inner muscles flutter at the sight of his raw need. This powerful, dangerous man dropped to his knees before me. He pleasured me in a way no man has ever offered me.
