Page 41 of Luciano (Belles & Mobsters 1)

“Oh, Tesoro. You are soaked,” he groaned against my neck. In a haze, I watched him lower himself down onto his knees. I should push him away. Right now! All I had to do was shove my knee into his beautiful face, break his nose, and take off. But like a stupid, weak woman, I watched him under my lashes, anticipation building up.

His fingers hooked onto my panties, and I watched him slide them down my legs. I expected him to discard them to the side, instead he brought them to his nose and he inhaled deeply. My insides shook in sick excitement.

What is wrong with me?

“Smells like my wife,” he rasped. “I’m keeping these. I’ll wrap them around my dick later and jerk off thinking about you.”

My lips parted and a soft gasp echoed through the fog in my brain. Was that me? It was a shock. At least I tried to tell myself it was. It certainly wasn’t because I was ready to unravel right here in front of him, hearing his dirty words.

Grabbing my one ankle, his hands surprisingly gentle, I watched his tanned hand covered in ink drape my leg over his shoulder and dip his head between my thighs. The moment his lips touched my pussy, a loud moan escaped me.

“Luciano.” I should tell him to stop. I needed to fight him but my body refused to listen. My lips wouldn’t let the words come out. I wasn’t sure how or when my hands grabbed onto his hair, my fingers tangled through his short, dark strands. Instead of pushing him away, I pulled him closer, needing more of his tongue, his mouth.

His tongue teased my clit and stars already swirled behind my eyelids. He had barely touched me and my insides already shook, close to bursting into sweetest pleasure. The scruff of his five o’clock shadow tingled against my inner thigh, rasping against the soft flesh.

All my anger melted and turned into lust under his expert touch. His tongue swirled my clit in lazy circles, and I twisted my body, pulling away or pushing against his mouth… I wasn’t sure. The sensation overwhelmed every single reasonable thought. His hand grabbed my ass and held me firm against his mouth.

“Oh my God,” I breathed. “More.”

I’d regret it later. I’d think about it later. Now, I just needed to come undone.For me; not for him, I lied to myself.

He pushed his finger inside me, and his mouth worked me mercilessly. His growling sounds made it seem like he was enjoying the best dessert of his life.

“Fuck, you taste amazing.” My moans got louder, and I bit hard into my lip to keep silent. I was right at the edge of the cliff, ready to jump off and spiral into an abyss of delightful pleasure. He was the only one that could ever do this to me.

Chapter Thirteen

Luciano

The scent of my wife drove me insane. Her aroused scent made my mouth water, like I have been deprived of food and water for centuries. Her slick sweetness was all around me. I had lost my mind to do this in the hallway, with my friends behind the office door. But I didn’t give a fuck, as long as they didn’t see her. I wanted them to know she was mine.

“Luciano,” she cried out as my tongue slid up her slit. The restless, ruthless beast inside me finally retreated, satisfied with Grace on my tongue.

Fuck, she tasted so damn good. Like my woman!

Sucking on one of her pussy lips, I wiggled my tongue around her bud. Her body hummed with need, twisting under my mouth. The moans filling the hallway made it abundantly clear what we were doing.

Her fingernails raked through my hair, scraping against my scalp as I devoured her. Keening sounds rasped from my wife’s lips, her pussy on my face. I would die a happy man, just like this. With her taste on my tongue.

I nipped at her clit. Her body tensed for a brief second before she shuddered and she flew over the edge, with my name on her lips. Just the way it should be. I lapped at her juices like the greedy man that I was, my eyes drinking the sight of her.

My wife’s cheeks flushed, her hair attractively messy. She looked like a pleasured woman. My woman. Her eyes locked on mine, the haze in those beautiful eyes slowly lifted. But instead of the softness I was used to seeing in them after I brought her to heights, there was only resentment there.

“You are an asshole,” she spat out, her voice slightly hitched.

I swiftly stood up and pressed my mouth hard on hers. “Taste yourself on my lips, wife,” I told her, my lips inches from hers. “Because that’s where you’ll be until this is over. Now, go greet our guests.”

She pushed herself away from me, smoothing her dress down her thighs, her cheeks still flushed from what we had just done. There was no mistaking what just happened in this hallway, even if she would have been silent through the whole ordeal.

But she wasn’t quiet through her pleasure, I grinned smugly. She loved every second of it. Although regret was clear on her face now.

“They are your guests,” she bit out. “Not mine. You can tell them if they get anywhere near my son or Ella, I’ll kill them.”

She strode away without a backward glance. Her hips swayed in unintentional seduction, her cream dress accentuating each curve of her body, tempting me. There was nothing more I wanted to do than to stride after her, throw her over my shoulder, and take her into our bedroom where I’d fuck her for days. Forget about my friends, forget about the past, the Romano family… forget about everything except her sweet body underneath me.

I was stupid to insist her sleeping in our bedroom. She’d probably slice my throat in the middle of the night. The hate filled glares she threw my way were evidence how much she despised my guts.

I’d fuck the hate right out of her, I grinned to myself. It wasn’t a brilliant plan, but it was all I had.

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