Page 26 of Hot-Blooded Killer

Still, my need for her burrows deep down into my soul, sliding into that internal darkness that has tried to consume me ever since my father and brothers died.

There, my desire for Gia Rossi smolders, like a burning ember ready to burst into flame given even the slightest fuel.

I watch her on the dance floor. She’s curvier than either of her friends, and she moves better too. Every wiggle of her hips makes me think of sex, and I remember the sound of her repressed cries as she came against me, the taste of her flooding my mouth.

“Quit it, Lorenzo,” I admonish myself. After all, my goal here is to eliminate my erection, not exacerbate it.

As the song ends, I toss back another whiskey and stride out onto the dance floor.

I’ve had too much to drink tonight, but not so much that I don’t know exactly what I’m doing.

I grab Gia’s wrist in my hand. “We’re leaving,” I tell her.

She blinks in surprise. “But…”

With a sharp tug, I pull her up against me. “I told you that you were playing with fire. Now say goodbye to your friends.”

For an instant, the mutinous look on her face suggests that she’s going to refuse.

But then she gives a single, short nod. When she turns to her friends, she’s all sunny smiles again. “Looks like we're heading out, girls. Good night.”

Sarah and Adele flash knowing glances at each other, but Gia leans in and drops some air kisses on their cheeks, and they let her go without comment.

We don’t speak while we wait for the driver to bring the car around, but as soon as we slide into the back seat, Gia makes sure the window to the front is closed, then spins on me angrily. “Don’t ever talk to me like that in front of my friends again,” she begins.

“Shut up, Principessa.” I grab her by the shoulders and drag her into my lap, pressing my mouth against hers, swallowing any other words she might’ve had.

She lets out an irate squeak, and I suck her tongue into my mouth.

She goes stiff, as if she’s about to resist, but I soften my lips against her and begin rolling my tongue through her mouth, flicking it against the roof, playing with the sensitive interior of her mouth.

Within seconds, she melts against me, and my grip on her shoulders loosens.

I slide one arm around her and drop the other hand down to cup her breast. She arches her back against my hand, and I flick her hardening nipple through the fabric of her dress and bra.

I pull away from her mouth just enough to whisper, “You’re about to get burned.”

She laughs into my mouth, a dark, sensual sound, and I pinch her nipple until she gasps.

I let go with a slight tug and drop my hand down between her thighs.

Her silk panties are hot and slightly damp against my fingers, and I circle her clit, then slide in under the elastic. Gia makes a tiny noise in her throat, something between denial and desire, and I deepen our kiss again as I slide my middle finger up and down her damp lips until she opens her legs a little wider for me and I slip it inside her.

This time, the sound she makes is unmistakably one of need.

She’s slick and ready, and she turns sideways on my lap to give me better access as I add a second finger, pumping in and out as the heel of my hand massages her clit.

Within moments, she’s writhing in my lap. Her head tilts back, her long blond hair spilling around her shoulders, and my other hand slides up to the center of her back to support her.

She closes her eyes, and suddenly, I want to watch her beautiful face when she comes.

“Open your eyes, Principessa. I want to watch.”

She goes completely still for a moment, but then follows my instructions.

Her cheeks turn pink, her eyes grow wide as she gasps, and her whole body tightens as she lets out a series of whimpers.

I feel her inner walls flutter, and she shudders with her whole body, flooding against my hand.

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