Page 38 of Corrupted Temptation (Mafia Kings: Corrupted 2)

This was it.

I’d never done this before, and while butterflies on steroids still fluttered in my stomach, I had to have been more ready than any woman had ever been in history. I wanted this. Him. Nico.

He released my hips, and I spun around to comply, lying back on the plush cream-colored rug. I kept my legs together. A little foolish, and a little late in the game.

“Open your legs, Raven. I want to see you,” he instructed as he slipped off his jacket and began to unbutton his shirt.

He stared at me, waiting expectantly while I watched, mesmerized, as every button he unfastened revealed more of him. My fingers itched to touch him, my lips tingled, anxious to taste all that hard flesh.

And then the thought struck me. I had no idea why it had never hit me before. I supposed I’d just had no reason to consider it until now. Growing up with Greta, who had to be one of the most comfortable people on the planet when it came to sex, I’d heard her talk plenty about the importance of seeking out my pleasure. Ways to enhance sex for me. Ways to make my orgasms better. I only knew about the secret pleasures of a pulsating showerhead because of Greta.

But what about Nico? He was used to worldly women. Experienced women.Women who’d had sex with something other than a showerhead!That meant he was used to women who knew a whole lot more about how to make sex pleasurable forhim.

I hadn’t thought it was important to tell him. After all, it was me having sex for the first time, not him. But maybe I was wrong. At least if I told him, he wouldn’t be surprised when I had no idea what I was doing.

“Open your legs now,” he demanded with a quiet growl in his voice.

I wondered if anyone had ever defied one of his commands. Probably not. Because despite what I’d been thinking seconds ago, I drew up my knees a little and opened my legs for him, watching him as the heat in his eyes blazed hotter. Despite the pants he still had on, I could see his cock jerking against its restraints. My mouth watered, and my pussy clenched like my body couldn’t quite decide which part of me wanted to take him first.

“Perfetto,” he said, but again, there was a hard edge in his tone.

Instead of stripping down further, he knelt over me, pressing his lips against mine for just a moment before he began to travel lower. I grazed my hands across his naked back, feeling the flex and bunch of muscles beneath my fingers as he moved. His arms supported him on either side of me, and I could see the veins in his biceps that stood out from the muscle. I’d never thought veins could fascinate me before, but I’d been wrong—I could get off with this alone.

Down my neck he traveled, kissing and nipping in a way that did strange things to my insides. The pinch of his teeth stung, but that sting traveled down the line connected to my pussy, and somewhere along the way, the message changed, transforming into something dark and pleasurable.

He kept going, wandering a zigzag line to the upper swells of my breasts. His lips, tongue, and teeth continued lower, kissing and nipping until he reached my nipple. His tongue swirled around the taut flesh, and then he suckled my nipple into his mouth. I could feel his teeth grazing me, just lightly at first, but then harder. And harder. The sensation shot down the line, eliciting a quiet squeak from me, but at the same time, my back arched off the rug, pushing my breast harder against him.

He chuckled against me, but then his tongue bathed my nipple, soothing and stimulating at the same time before he turned his attention to the other, suckling and then biting down until I was a hot, wet mess. It was like sensation overload, but instead of pulling away, it made me want to cling tighter, digging my fingers into the muscles in his shoulders.

Lower and lower, he kept going. Down my abdomen, branching out to kiss and nip my hips, then back down my center, over my bare mound. My breath came hard and fast. He was right there. His lips were just a hair’s breadth from where I needed him most.

He leaned away, sitting back on his heels, staring down at my needy flesh.

“Open your legs wider,” he said, not taking his eyes off my pussy.

I complied, watching his lips, trying to compel them back where I needed them. But he didn’t move.

“Give me your hand,” he said, holding out his own to take mine.

Confused and more than a little flustered, I did as he asked.

He moved my hand between my thighs, then took two of my fingers and placed them on my clit. My body jolted at the contact, clouding whatever embarrassment I should have been feeling.

“Show me,” he instructed.

My fingers remained frozen.

“Show me how you like it, Raven. Let me see your fingers work.”

Swallowing hard, I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded, moving my fingers in slow, languid circles.

“No,” he said, holding my fingers still. “Open your eyes, and look at me.”

I could only imagine how my cheeks would flame afterward, remembering what I’d done, but I forced my eyes open and met his gaze.

“Good girl,” he crooned.

He released my fingers.

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