Page 65 of Made to Sin

Unlike our previous kiss, this time, he returned my kiss instantly. He kissed me back as if he could feel the desperation behind my lips. Our tongues fought for dominance, and neither of us was willing to let go, proving who wanted who more. It was a battle I thought I couldn’t lose, but when he started sucking on my upper lip, I miserably lost.

My moan resonated through the dark kitchen as his tongue slipped into my mouth. He explored every inch, savoring me like I was something special.

While his mouth claimed mine without reserve, his hands weren’t even touching me. With intense need filling my veins, I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to touch the rest of me as madly as he was kissing me.

The temptation was so overwhelming, I acted on it daringly. I pushed him away, and before he could stop me, I lifted the nightgown I was wearing and threw it on the floor. My nipplestightened from the brush of exposition as I fought the urge to cover myself.

His eyes ran laps around my body. His arms flexed as his hands tightened on the countertop, knuckles turning white.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so beautiful.”

His low drawl brought another spark down to my core. It was embarrassing how wet I was around him with little provocation. I wondered if he was feeling the heat as much as I was.

As if he was reading my thoughts, his eyes traveled down my body until they zoned in on the damp thong I had on. My wetness contrasted with the silky material, showing how much I wanted him. I tightened my thighs around his body, aching for a release.

The tattooed hand finally lifted from the countertop and went to my waist, grazing the underside of my breast ever so slightly. I let out another moan at the contact, arching my back, needing him to touch me more.

His other hand followed suit, but, unlike its counterpart, this one directly palmed my left breast. As expected from a mafioso don, he decided not to be gentle. He squeezed it, slapped it, twisted it in various pressures I didn’t know were possible.

My hands looped around his neck, pulling him closer. He let me for a second, stopping when our lips were centimeters apart. Yet, instead of kissing me like earlier, he lowered his head to the neglected right breast. The hand from my waist moved to hold my head back by my hair as he sucked the eager nipple into his mouth. It was so primal, so hot, I cried out another throaty sound.

After the torture to one breast was done, he switched to its twin. There was no break for my tendered skin under the unforgiving graze of his teeth.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I tugged on his hair. If he kept going, I would have exploded then and there. Stubbornly, he remained, biting a little harder every time I tried to remove him.

Between panting breaths, I moaned out, “Luciano,please.”

The whine in my tone got his head to rise, and when he read the thoughts on my face, his eyes turned feral. His hands ran to my ass as he shuffled me to the edge of the counter. Holding eye contact, he removed the soaked material between my legs.

I shivered at the intimacy.

When the flimsy thing was tossed to the floor next to my nightgown, he allowed himself to look down. His eyes were filled with sin as low curses rang through the air.

“So fucking beautiful,” he repeated.

Putting aside the fact that I was stark naked on the counter, I still had some dignity to blush at the compliment. “Thank you.”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking so hard that I was staring at the ceiling, and leaned into the crook of my neck, his short stubble grating against my skin. “Katarina, if you let me touch you, there’s no going back. Every part of you, of your body, is going to be mine. Is that what you want, sweetheart?”

His warning didn’t scare me away, it only made me more afraid he was going to stop. Since I couldn’t nod with my hair in his hand, I frantically opened my legs as wide as possible to give him the cue to go ahead.

When he didn’t make a move, I realized that’s where I went wrong. Staying silent wasn’t going to work— this man loved to be begged. He wanted me to submit myself to him, submit myself to his darkness.

With how desperate I was, I was willing to beg. I didn’t care if it was degrading or if I’d regret it in the morning. Right now, I knew what I wanted, and I whimpered loudly for it.

“Please,touch me.”

He rewarded my obedience, letting go of my hair as his hands found purchase on my thighs. Gripping tightly onto the flesh, he lowered his head until he was at eye-level with my entrance. The heated stare, alone, drew out another begging “Please” from me.

At the first flick of his tongue, he let out an animalistic groanthat vibrated from my core and up my spine. I moaned, falling against the cold counter in ultimate bliss.

He drew a small circle with his tongue, taking his time to make rounds on my bundle of nerves. My nails dug into the granite as I lifted my hips for more.

“Luciano,” I breathlessly whispered, my voice lost from the euphoria between my legs.

“Hm?”

The grated hum against my clit made me delirious. I was at a loss for words, forgetting what I meant to say. He didn’t care about the silence, deviously lapping at me with no remorse.

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