Page 60 of The Capo

Was he really asking me that question? “Uh-huh.”

The sudden crack of his hand against my bottom was jarring, but it sent trickles of juice sliding down the inside of both thighs. The scent of my arousal was as powerful as his actions, both a strong aphrodisiac.

“You need to be punished every day.” He dropped all the way to the floor, spreading my legs as wide open as possible.

“Maybe.” I was longer able to recognize my voice. Blinking several times, I gave up on focusing, now gripping his shoulders. I knew I was digging my fingers into him, but there was no other choice. He was doing the same things, pressing his fingers into my bottom as he jerked my hips forward.

The moment he pressed his lips against my clit, my knees buckled. The man knew how to create madness in my mind and wetness between my legs. He teased me, flicking his tonguearound my clit to the point I was bucking against him, panting like a wild animal.

I sensed he had no intention of allowing me to get off that easily. I was his prisoner in every sense of the word. Every tingling jolt of electricity was magnified, nonexistent bells ringing in my ears. There was something far too sinful about the fact he was mostly dressed and I only wore tennis shoes. I felt like such a bad girl, but it felt oh-so good.

This was pure freedom, the ability to let go everything I’d ever wanted.

As soon as Francois finally sucked on my tender bud, I raked my fingers through his hair, tugging with so much power and need I was fearful I’d rip out handfuls. If he minded, he certainly didn’t react, concentrating on driving me to the point of madness.

When he finally thrust his tongue into my tight channel, I managed to roll onto my toes, struggling to keep hold, arching my back as the pleasure rammed through me.

“Oh. My. God.” The orgasm was quick and relentless, pushing me to the point of no return. Lights flashed, my hearing toast and my mind completely blank. It was pure ecstasy and something only he’d ever managed to provide.

He refused to stop there, licking me furiously, growling like the beast he was. I continued to toss my hair back and forth, probably seemingly a crazy person. With every harsh swipe of his tongue, the way he penetrated my very core, I was pushed further into a sweet place of nirvana.

Another climax rushed up from my toes. This time there was no sound erupting from my mouth, although in my mind I was screaming from the wild pleasure. Every sound he madecontinued to arouse me, every swipe of his raspy tongue drawing me closer to a precipice, an abyss far below.

Perhaps I’d always been in love with the man.

The dark, dangerous predator.

As the climax built to a crazy point, my body shaking in his hold, he licked fervently until I was extra sensitive. Seconds or maybe minutes later, I was aware he’d risen to his feet, gathering me into his strong arms. As I pressed my hand against his chest, struggling to look him in the eyes, his entire expression had changed, becoming even darker.

I wasn’t just his lover.

I was now his possession.

And I couldn’t be more excited.

He took purposeful steps out of the room, not saying a single word, his eyes never leaving mine. It was as if the man was searching to ensure I wouldn’t change my mind. Somehow, I knew even if I had, the deal I’d made would last until the end of time. Who was I to want anything other than what had been every girl’s fantasy?

The bad boy alpha. The dangerous man. The risk taker.

Someone so utterly passionate about everything he did, he literally took my breath away. Everything about his actions was methodical, purposeful as if in doing this, he was issuing a warning in silence, allowing me one last thought at taking the option. Although I could tell by the possessive look in his eyes that he had no intention of letting me go.

The constant chills tickling every inch of skin, and the heat building in the depth of my being couldn’t be denied.

Or explained.

We were risking more than his friendship with my father and my life.

We were both risking everything we thought we’d known about each other, the tender hold we’d had on separation versus need. And in my case, I was risking my heart. Was this merely about passion, the need for connection? It didn’t matter. I now belonged to him.

Francois moved down the hallway like the predator he was, the silence in the house almost deafening. He kicked open his bedroom door, sweeping me inside. Then he tossed me into the center of the bed. Without hesitation, he pushed me down, yanking one tennis shoe off then the other, pitching them halfway across the room.

Laughter bubbled up from my throat, the salacious action drawing me deeper into the sinful moment.

Purring, I crawled onto my knees almost instantly, reaching for him as I’d done before. There were no words to be said, no further statements to be made. The music and the words would all be in our actions.

He shook his head as he backed out of my reach, the slight smirk on his face driving me crazy. I swayed back and forth, undulating my hips on purpose as he slowly eased the torn shirt over his broad shoulders. As he watched me intently, I placed the palms of my hands against my upper chest, flexing my fingers open as I brushed them down to my breasts.

“Mmm…” he growled, tossing his shirt then reaching for his shoes. His dark eyes were enshrouded with hooded eyelids, his long dark eyelashes skimming across his cheeks as he blinked. The way his chest continued to rise and fall was a clear indication of his needs, desires that would make the moment shared rough.

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