Page 31 of Righteous Deceit

“I’m not your fucking plaything. I’m a fucking consigliera.” Her words are fierce, but her delivery lacks all conviction.

“Youarea consigliera. You are also my plaything, and I think we both know which role you enjoy more.”

Her shuddered breath caresses the shell of my ear, and before I can check myself, my tongue darts out, licking the line of her quivering jaw. I drag my lips against hers and stare into her eyes.

She stares back.

My teeth grab at her bottom lip, and I bite down.

A soft roll of pleasure vibrates against my palm at her neck, and her eyelids drop, her salacious thoughts screaming at me through her hooded eyes.

Take me.

Use me.

Own me.

I close my eyes, afraid of the way her silent pleas consume me. It’s all too much and not enough.

The metallic taste of her blood dances along my lips, and my teeth release. Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, I savor the taste of her submission. Her gaze doesn’t move from my lips, a reticent demand to be kissed, and after what I’ve claimed from her already, who am I to deny her? My restraint snaps, and I surge forward, slamming my lips against hers.

Hands pinned against my chest, she takes everything I give her.

Like everything else about her, her mouth is graceful. She’s soft and pliant, even with obsession on her lips and desperation on her tongue. I wanted a taste, but with sparks flying through my body with the smallest of samples, I don’t know if once will ever be enough.

My hand remains at her neck, the racing beat of her pulse strumming a melody of desperation she won’t dare speak aloud. But who needs words when the ballad of our bodies will betray us anyway? We can argue indifference, but she knows I can’t deny her, just as she can’t deny me. My straining cock pushing against her stomach unravels that truth. The feral growl coursing through my throat and into her eager mouth leaves me bare and open. Sia’s licentious little moans do nothing but expose how easily she’d lay down to takeanything I craved to offer. Our tongues drip in lust, and we’re both far too zealous in our desire to overdose on the addiction igniting between us, even to pretend we’re impartial.

I pull back, and the tip of her tongue chases my mouth. I lick out, teasing her, and she groans in frustrated pleasure. Her eyes are closed, and I seize the opportunity to take in the contours and freckles on her face while our tongues dance outside our mouths. She’s exquisite, more beautiful than I ever thought possible. Claiming a woman like Alessia Bianchi would be inconceivable. Perfection like hers can’t be owned. It can’t be contained. It can’t be tamed. She’s dangerous in the same way she’s delicate, and the line between both realities is indecipherably fine. She could moan your name in one breath and destroy you with the same.

“Why did you stop?” she breathes, eyes opening slowly.

I smirk.

Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, she blinks. “Kiss me.”

If only she’d begged me to fuck her instead.

“Diego.”

“Sia.”

She tips her hips, pushing herself against my straining need.

I growl.

She grins.

I want her to beg.

She wantsmeto beg.

We’re both too stubborn to concede. We’re both too proud to relinquish power. So, we stand at a stalemate instead. Both overcome with need but blinded by our inflated sense of control.

I squeeze her neck, and she moans.

I wait until she opens her eyes, ready to drop to my knees and beg to bury my face between her thick thighs, but she changes the game when she opens her eyes and says, “Be a good fucking boy, Diego, andkissme.”

My hand clenches at her neck, and a cloud of shock and desire swirls in her pupils. My outward anger and unprecedented pleasure at the snarky demand turn her on. Fuck, it arouses me in a way I didn’t think possible. So much so that I let her go and step back.

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