Page 36 of Till Death Do Us Part

“Leonardo,” I breathe, the flush of my cheeks spreading down my chest, warming my body until I’m squirming under the scrutiny of his stare.

He fingers the neckline of my sports bra, pulling the material down until my breasts pop out, the cold air peaking my nipples instantly. His eyes drop, landing on the hardening pebbles. He presses his thumb against one, ignoring the stutter in my breath when sparks of pleasure pass through me.

I should fight him, but with him touching me, the only thing I want is more.

“Why do you call me Leonardo?”

“Why do you call me Princess?” I retort.

He chuckles, lifting his eyes to mine while he continues to play with my nipple. This is wholly inappropriate, yet I can’t find it in me to care when he pinches the skin, pulling it taut for a second before letting go and moving his attention to the other breast.

Holding my gaze for a moment more, he smirks before sucking one of my nipples into his mouth while rolling the other between his finger and thumb.

The sensations, paired with my inability to touch him, to guide him, to grip him, sends waves of pleasure through me, heating my throbbing clit. He reaches for the knife again and skims the sharp point over the skin of my breasts. My head falls back on a moan, my chest pressing into his face.

He drags the blade over my skin, down past my stomach. He stops at the waistband of my leggings before tracing the line between right and wrong. Choosing the latter, he dips below, slicing my underwear and nicking my skin simultaneously.

Dragging his teeth over my nipple, he pulls away before kneeling between my legs and staring as blood beads at the surface. Leaning forwards, his tongue swipes at it, cleaning me up before it can run to my bare pussy.

When he moves to tug my pants down, I finally catch myself. “You can’t.”

He only chuckles before sliding them down my legs until they’re pooled at my feet. His eyes settle on the black lace underwear I’m wearing. The mix of hot and cold has my pussy pulsing under his gaze, his eyes darkening as he leans in and runs his nose over the material.

“Look at how wet you are for me, Princess. Do you get like that for Antonio?” he asks, his words a stark reminder I have a husband. Hearing Antonio’s name on his lips should make me anxious, but as he presses his palms to the inside of my thighs, keeping me open to him, thoughts of Antonio are far from my mind. “I wonder what he’d say if he knew you were tied up in his basement, close to begging his consigliere to fuck you with his mouth.”

“I, uh, I’m no-t.” I stumble over my words, struggling to breathe as he breathes me in again.

“Keep telling yourself that,” he mutters before wrapping his teeth around the scraps of elastic left and pulling my underwear over my arse and down my thighs. He stares at my pussy for a moment, his pupils dilating as he takes in the view. Lifting his gaze, it locks on mine for a second, a smug smirk lifting at his lips before he dives forwards.

His tongue swipes along my folds, my body tensing at the contact when he grabs my arsecheeks, his fingers digging into the soft skin. A breath hits my clit followed by the circling of his tongue, causing my legs to tremble.

Never in my life have I felt so on edge—so ready.

I can’t move, I can do nothing but accept his mouth as he probes at my entrance, fucking me with his tongue. My hips rock involuntarily, seeking more, but he keeps his movements slow and measured.

When he brings his lips over my clit, pulling it into his mouth before sucking on the sensitive bud, I lose all sense of coherence and my eyes close when he bites down.

He continues to lap, bite, and tug at me for what feels like an eternity, dragging me towards the edge. When he slides a finger into me, thrusting harshly, stars spread over my vision, my thighs clenching his head as the pleasure coiling at my centre explodes. My mouth opens on a scream, my nails digging into the palm of my hand when my body pulses with my orgasm.

He chuckles against my skin, keeping his mouth wrapped around me while I come down to earth. When he pulls away, his chin is coated in my juices, his eyes are heated as he stares at me. He reaches around, pressing at the metal cuffs, and they loosen around my wrists, dropping to the floor with a loud clang.

“That can never happen again,” I tell him while quickly reaching down and pulling my leggings up over my legs so I’m covered again. I reposition my sports bra, the cut above it red and aggravated. My breaths come out in harsh pants, my eyes staying on the floor as I ignore his gaze. “I have a husband.”

“Don’t worry, Princess,” he tells me as he chuckles. “It can be our little secret.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Ifocusonadrop of rain that trickles down the window before disappearing over the ledge and out of sight. The weather has turned miserable in New York, a reminder that winter is drawing closer.

Felicity chatters happily with Georgina beside me, their voices carrying over the crowd of the café as they discuss costumes for the Halloween party that Antonio is hosting at the mansion over the weekend.

It’s tradition apparently. All his men and their families, alongside his staff, are given the night off to celebrate the spooky season. If you ask me, it’s silly. The thought of a bunch of Mafia men dressed in daft costumes and make-up amuses me far too much.

“Earth to Pippa.” Felicity snaps in front of my face, pulling my attention back to our table. She watches me curiously, a small smile at her lips. “You okay? You’ve been quiet this morning.”

“Yeah, you seem totally out of it,” Georgina agrees, nodding her head. Lifting the plastic cup to my mouth, I take a gentle sip of the hot chocolate, sighing as the rich taste slides down my throat before answering.

“I’m good, just tired,” I tell them truthfully. I barely slept a wink last night, though I can’t tell them why. I can’t tell them it’s because whenever I close my eyes, I see Leonardo on his knees with his head buried between my legs.

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