Page 62 of Cruel Heir

My mouth brushes his. Just the slightest touch, at first. His lips are warm and firm under mine, and I feel the answering heat coiling in my belly, that fine tremble of desire that starts to run through me. Almost on a whim, I push him with the hand on his chest, trying to send him back against the pillows. And to my surprise, he goes.

Andre falls back against them, his blond hair tousled around his face, but he still doesn’t reach for me. His hands stay at his sides, and he looks up at me, his lips parted. I can see the desire in his gaze, even in the dim light, the way his deep blue eyes are nearly black in the darkness. I canfeelhow much he wants me, the need shimmering between us, taut and heavy. And I lean forward, my hands on his face as I kiss him again.

His lips part under mine slowly. He doesn’t deepen the kiss, not until I do, with a tentative slide of my tongue against his. I feel him tense, the heat of his tongue tangling with mine, and I wait for him to reach for me, to pull me down against him.

He doesn’t.

I let my hand drift lower, slowly, brushing over his chest and down to the flat, ridged expanse of his abdomen.I like this game,I think as I kiss him again, grazing my teeth over his lower lip, and I feel him tense again. I feel powerful. I feel as if I could get up right now, and leave, if I wanted to.

I think he wouldletme.

My hand drifts lower still, down to the edge of the soft pants he has on. I slip my fingers under the waist, teasing the strip of hair there, drifting a little further as I feel his hips jerk upwards. Andwhen my fingers drift down a little more, I find not the base of his cock, but the swollen, dripping head.

He’s rock hard, his cock stiff and jutting upwards into my hand, twitching eagerly the moment I brush my fingers over the velvet tip. Andre’s entire body goes rigid, his muscles coiling tight as I tease him, spreading the dampness of his arousal over the swollen, sensitive flesh as he lets out a sound that I’ve never heard before.

“Principessa.”

He nearly hisses it, but it’s not an order. It’s a plea. His hands don’t move. He doesn’t try to push me down onto his cock or roll me over so he can take me. He does nothing, only his hips moving helplessly beneath my touch, his cock twitching against my fingers as I drift the tip of one against the soft skin just beneath the head.

With my other hand, I reach for the waist of his pants, pushing them down his hips. Andre raises up, letting me slide them off without a word, leaving all of him bare in the dimly lit room. His cock is thick and hard, pressing against his abs, and I lean forward, wrapping my hand around the base.

Andre groans. His hand flexes in the blanket beneath him. “Lucia.”

I like hearing him beg, I realize. All these times that he’s made me a whimpering, writhing mess beneath him, and I never realized how easily I could do the same. But then again, in the beginning, I might not have been able to.

In the beginning, he desired the power he had over me. Notme, for myself.

But now, it’s crystal clear that has changed. The proof is in front of me. He’s given up his power over me, at least for now—and he still wants me as much as ever.

Slowly, I shift so that I’m lying over his legs, wanting to be able to see his face as well as I can in the dim light. My hand is still wrapped around his cock, and I squeeze lightly, leaning forward until my mouth is nearly touching him. Then I press my lips to the tip, my tongue flicking out to lap up the salty taste, and the sound he makes is something between pain and pleasure as his hips buck upwards.

“Fuck, Lucia—” he hisses, back arched as he tries not to thrust into my mouth. “God—”

I want to hear him make a sound like that for me again. I wrap my lips around him, sucking lightly as I start to take him deeper, over my tongue. He groans, gasping as I run my tongue over the pulsing veins, tracing the texture of his cock as I slide my lips down as far as I can manage before the size of him in my mouth is too much. He throbs in my mouth, more of his arousal spilling over my tongue as he twists underneath me, panting, and I feel an answering pulse between my own thighs. My body is aching for him, too, wet and slick and hot, and I have the sudden urge to rise up and slide down onto him, to fuck him the wayIwant to.

But I like this more. I like teasing him, seeing his face taut with a pleasure that looks as if it’s nearly pain, his muscles rigid as he fights to let me go at my own pace. His cock is harder than I’ve ever felt it in my mouth, dripping onto my tongue, and I feel his thigh flex under my hand as I run my hand up the hard muscle. Andre moans my name, his breath coming fast and hard, and I realize he’s on the verge of coming.

Ican choose how he comes.

I slide my lips down further, pushing his cock as far into my throat as I can manage, and I wait for him to pull away, to tell me that he can’t waste an orgasm like this. That getting me pregnant is more important than any fleeting pleasure.

But instead, I feel him tense underneath my hand and mouth, his hips bucking again as he fights to stay still, to not fuck my face the way he wants to. “Ohgod, Lucia, I’m—I’m going to—”

His voice breaks off on a moan of sheer bliss, a shudder running through him as his cock throbs on my tongue, and my mouth suddenly fills with the hot rush of his cum. It spills over my tongue and down my throat, some of it dripping from my lips as I struggle to swallow it all, caught off guard. I didn’t think he would let himself do this, and I realize dimly, as I do my best to keep going through his orgasm, that this means something, too.

He didn’t just choose his pleasure over his goal of an heir. He letmepleasure him the wayIchose to. And, knowing that I’ve told him clearly that I don’t want to get pregnant, he chose to not insist on it.

I pull back, wiping at my lips as inconspicuously as I can, but Andre doesn’t give me long. He finally reaches for me, pulling me up the length of his body as his lips find mine, seemingly careless of the fact that he filled my mouth with his cum only moments before. One hand slides down my waist, pushing at the waistband of my silky shorts, his breath still coming fast and quick, as if his desire hasn’t been slaked at all.

“Let me touch you,” he breathes. “Let me make you come,principessa. Please—”

I hated that nickname so much, before—the mocking way he said it, the way it seemed to encapsulate the entire horrible situation. Me, the mafia princess, captured and forced into an unwanted marriage, my body the tool used to win a war between families. But now, the way he says it—

It sounds like something else. It sounds almost reverent. Like a subject begging something from a royal. Like he’d do anything for me to grant his wish at this particular moment. There’s that feeling of power again, a feeling I’ve never truly had with him before, and it’s intoxicating.

He rolls me onto his back, his muscled, naked body stretched above mine. He kisses me again, hot and hard, his hands sliding down to my hips as he hovers over me. “Let me taste you,” he breathes, and I nod wordlessly, unable to speak. My entire body feels tense with anticipation, aching for what he wants to do to me. He’s barely touched me, and I’m wound tighter than I’ve ever been, feeling as if I’m about to burst into flames from the heat beneath my skin.

Andre bends his mouth to my throat, dragging his lips down my skin, down to the line of my collarbone. He peppers me with featherlight kisses that turn into soft nips, lips, teeth, and tongue, making a pattern down my body until he’s settled between my legs, his breath warm between them as he leans in.

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