Page 13 of Sins of the Son

My body jerked.

Dio santo!

My fingers curled into my palms as I tried not to moan. I stared at the crystal chandelier dangling directly above me. Kaleidoscope prisms of gold and sparkling light that perfectly captured the explosion of pleasure and warmth radiating from my core at the touch of Cesare’s tongue.

Cesare stared up at me, his dark eyes missing nothing. “Tell me, Milana. Am I the first man to taste this pussy?”

I turned my head, breaking his gaze. It was on the tip of my tongue to lie to him. It was bad enough that the arrogant bastard knew he had taken my virginity. I would not suffer the indignity of explaining to him how I never allowed myself to have a boyfriend or be touched in any way until now, because of my stupid trauma and trust issues.

His fingers dug into my inner thighs, almost bruising them. “Don’t lie to me. Because if you say no, I’ll be forced to track the man down and kill him.”

“You’re not serious.”

“Say no and see how serious I am.”

Porca miseria. He wasn’t kidding. I pushed up onto the edges of my palms, trying to squirm away from him. My skin was still wet, so my body slipped along the marble top. Cesare easily pulled me back under his control.

Locking his gaze on mine, he leaned over my prone body and pushed one finger inside of me. Then two. “I’m going to ask you one last time. Has any other man licked your cunt?”

My cheeks burned from the intimacy of his interrogation. I clenched my jaw, blinking back the tears which threatened to fall. I couldn’t force my lips to move. All I could do was give him a quick shake of my head.

The transformation that came over him was terrifying. He lowered his brow as his chest heaved. He bared his teeth as he ran his heated gaze over my body.

I shifted, preparing to flee again.

His fingers tightened, holding me in place.

He snarled one word. “Mine.”

His dark head lowered between my legs as he pushed my lips open with his fingers. This time, he didn’t lick… he feasted. My hips bucked as I clawed at the smooth surface of the hard marble, grasping for purchase. His tongue flicked, sucked, and laved at my clit until I was screaming for mercy. He showed me none, thrusting his fingers inside my pussy, opening me, preparing me. With his free hand, he caressed my hip, my stomach, then my breast, pinching my nipple.

My head turned from side to side as my shoulders lifted off the island with each delicate scrape of his teeth against my sensitive bundle of nerves. Madonna santa! No vibrator had ever come even close to this feeling.

The leashed power in his embrace, the threat of his control, the dominance under his hand, the feel of his tongue, the vibrations of his growls. They all played on my body like the strings of a fucking violin.

At that moment, I forgot I hated him. I forgot we were enemies. I forgot how badly I wanted to escape him. All I wanted was to pull him closer, to feel him deeper, harder, rougher.

A tremor raced over my limbs.

He squeezed my breast as he flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue. “Jesus Christ, Milana, come on my mouth, baby, so I can fuck you senseless.”

I slapped the marble with my open palm as I pushed my hips up high.

Cesare grabbed my ass, his mouth against my pussy as I screamed my release. The light from the crystal chandelier seemed to shatter into a cascade of sparks as licks of fire coursed through my limbs. The blood in my veins beat a damning cadence in my ears as my entire reality shifted and tilted beneath me.

Before I could even catch my breath, he slipped his hands further up my back and flipped my body as if I weighed nothing, until I was over his shoulder, my legs dangling between his arms. Avoiding the shards of glass from the broken perfume bottle, he carried me to the still-running shower.

He grasped me around the waist and pulled me partly down. Wrapping my legs around his middle, he walked us under the scalding spray. The hot water hit my now chilled skin. My breath seized.

Cesare braced his hand against the wall as he shifted his arm to support me under my ass. He leveled his gaze at me. “Hold on, baby, because I will not be gentle.”

Before I could respond, he speared me with his cock.

I cried out, wrapping my arms around his neck, as his thick shaft pierced my delicate flesh to the hilt.

There was something twisted inside of me that wanted this, wanted the pain, wanted the pleasure, wanted the shame of fucking a man I hated.

He pounded into me harder and faster, using my body weight to force himself deep.

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