Page 45 of Of Desire And Deception

Chapter Fourteen

Cosimo’s hand tightened around my throat as he slammed me against the wall inside my apartment, kicking the door closed with this foot. When he growled dangerously, I was terrified he’d discovered my ruse. All I could think was that my exposure would leave my poor pussy aching.

I saw stars as he constricted my blood flow, but then his lips were on mine, and nothing else in the world mattered. No longer were we FBI agent and criminal. We were two humans giving in to biology and lust, that innate drive to unite in the most basic, carnal manner. I met his hunger with my own, nipping his lip as the world began to fade. If this were the end, I’d welcome it if only the pleasure continued.

Cosimo’s hand dropped, and then he was hoisting me up by my ass, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as my nails scoured the back of his neck. He took in the small, dilapidated space and muttered something that sounded like it wasn’t fit for such a dark queen. I didn’t have time to think about it because he was moving with purpose across the living room, sidestepping the screen divider and lowering us to the bed.

Thank fuck I cleaned up earlier. He wouldn’t find yesterday’s underwear on the floor or the ice cream container from my small binge session before our date.

“Your beauty is deadly,” he rasped, his fingers running under the hem of my dress and pushing it up. His lips followed as he kissed and nibbled my flesh. “But death has always been a companion of mine.”

My back arched as he pressed his face to my black lace thong, soaked through with my arousal. A lingering sense that I should be more careful poked at the back of my mind, and my brows furrowed as I tried to concentrate through the sensation of Cosimo’s teeth scraping over my panties.

The listening device. Shit.

The sobering recollection pulled me from the moment long enough to run my hands through my hair and remove the device from my ear. When Cosimo began tugging my panties down, I quickly tossed the tiny earbud into the laundry basket, where the clothing silenced its landing.

Thank fuck, because Cosimo whipped my panties off and covered my body with his, kissing me roughly and moving to my ear, where he nibbled his way down my neck while he tugged on my dress.

“Sit up for me,” he commanded.

I pushed myself up long enough to lift my arms, and then my dress whipped over my head. It was providence that Cosimo tossed it into the laundry, unwittingly covering the evidence of my deception. I relaxed, giving in to what I wanted as his hands kneaded the tight muscles in my back before finding my bra and unclasping it.

Cosimo was riveted as I pulled the lacy material down my shoulders and threw it on top of the dress. I sat naked before him while he was still fully clothed in his black suit, but I didn’t feel nervous. I felt desirable. “Like what you see, boss man?”

“I’m not your boss here.” Dark pools of need lifted to hold my gaze as he leaned in close. “Say my name, Wynn. Whisper it.”

His tongue found the sensitive place under my ear, and I breathed, “Cosimo.”

“That’s it.” He cupped my breasts with his large palms and brushed his thumbs across my nipples. “Moan it.”

When his lips surrounded one hardened peak, then the other, I gave him what he wanted. “Cosimo. More, please.”

He released my nipple with a pop. “You want to feel me?”

“Yes.” I nodded, my body practically vibrating, anticipating what he would do next. It was the first time a man had made me nearly mad with want, and it was better than a roller coaster ride.

“I want to feel you inside. I want to know how soft you are. How wet you’ll get for me.” Cosimo’s hand stroked my belly almost reverently. His knuckles brushed over my mound, and I sucked in a breath. “I want to learn every little twitch; how much of me you can take. Now, be a good girl and scream my name, goldilocks.”

He drove two fingers deep inside my pussy without warning, the pain and pleasure combining into a dark bliss as I threw my head back and cried out, “Fuck! Cosimo!”

“You feel like heaven,” he groaned as he stared between my legs, stroking my top wall almost violently. “Look at how deep I am in you.”

He grasped my hair and yanked my head off the bed, tilting my chin down so I could see my lower belly bulge as his fingers thrust into me over and over. It was hot, and I flooded his fingers with more wetness.

“Fuck,” Cosimo hissed, adding another finger. Then another. Until I was stretched tight around him and overwhelmingly full. “You just want to help me get deeper in you, don’t you? Making a damn mess of my hand and the bed.”

“No questions,” I panted, searching for coherent words. “Make me come.”

He moved faster, harder, and I wanted to tell him I couldn’t take it, but I was already so close. “Please, make me come.”

“Give me that orgasm, Wynn.” Cosimo dropped my head back to the bed, and I bucked as he dove between my legs, his tongue dragging over my clit in a long, firm lick. “Bathe my tongue with your come. Fucking drown me.”

It was filthy, and I shouldn’t want it, but every word he spoke only pushed me further to the edge. I rocked my hips against him, grinding harder as he sucked my clit. When he bit the sensitive bud, I went off like a rocket, screaming his name as my pussy clamped down on his fingers, and I gushed fluid.

“Yes, that’s my girl,” Cosimo crooned, using his fingers to draw out more liquid and feed it to himself. He lapped it all up, then slapped his fingers on my clit, making me jump.

“Too much!” I tried to close my legs, but he wedged his hips between them, laying his body over mine.

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