Page 23 of Hot-Blooded Killer

“This is against the rules,” I remind him, but he ignores me, pressing my knees apart with his palms and then reaching out to grab my hips and slide me to the edge of the counter.

“Shut up, Principessa,” he says, giving me a wicked grin. “You need to know exactly what you’re signing up for.” He slides his hands around inside my thighs again and flutters his fingertips until he reaches the creases at the tops of my legs.

The breath that I’ve been holding shudders out of me, and suddenly, I don’t want him to stop.

He leans in and kisses the insides of my thighs, first one and then the other.

Heat pools deep in my core, and I lean back until my head touches the mirror behind me.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, his breath hot against me. “Lay back and enjoy it.”

He pushes my skirt up, and I lift my hips to help him.

This is not a smart move, and I know it. The last thing I should do is get attached to Lorenzo Beneventi in any way.

If I’m going to have to destroy him and his family to take over their business, I decide, I might as well enjoy it while I can.

He starts with tiny flickering licks against the soft skin between my legs, and then he pushes my skirt higher and raises up from his knees enough to lick above my sex, circling around the one spot I want him to touch more than any.

When he finally moves in closer, I whimper, and I feel him smile against me. “Is this what you want,” he asked, his voice dark and his breath hot against my clit.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Tell me you want it.”

“I want it.”

“Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” he orders.

I groan, then follow his command. “I want you to lick my clit.”

He centers his mouth over my sensitive core, his lips brushing against my clit as he whispers again. “Beg me.”

Part of me wants to resist. I’m used to being in control in all aspects of my life.

But I’m swollen and aching, and none of this is real.

“Please, Lorenzo,” I say. “Please lick my clit.”

“Put your hands in my hair and hold on, Principessa.”

With a moan, I grab his head, threading my fingers into his hair and pulling him closer.

And finally, he slides his hot tongue across me, sending sparks spiraling through my entire body. He makes circles with his tongue, flicking it across my clit and sliding up and down.

I wiggle further toward the edge of the bathroom counter, holding his face tight against me. He licks and sucks until I’m writhing, clenching my teeth against the moans that want to erupt.

Then he reaches up and slides two fingers into me, pumping in the rhythm to the motion of his mouth, and I ride him, pushing my hips forward and back as my orgasm builds higher and higher in my core.

Pleasure washes over me, overwhelming my entire body as I clench around him, my muscles fluttering around his fingers and sliding against his tongue. I barely manage to bite back a scream as I ride the waves.

As my orgasm fades away, Lorenzo ends with a few soft licks, sending aftershocks through me.

When he finally stands, I’m slumped against the mirror, my skirt around my waist, my ripped panties on the floor. Lorenzo runs his thumb across his bottom lip and follows it with his tongue, his darkened gaze heavy on me. “That’s just a preview, Principessa.”

Then he turns and leaves without another word.

I’m left to try to get myself back in order.

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