Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
If I do that, if I surrender as I did years ago, I’ll never make it out alive—and neither will Gabriele.
A sudden urge to sit down overwhelms me as I fight the yearning hissing between us. “You can’t keep doing this.”
“I’m not doing anything.” Dante’s words say one thing, but his eyes tell a different story. They’re locked on mine, dark and intense, reading every thought I’m striving to hide.
“You interrupted my performance. The clients—”
“There were no ‘clients,’ angelo. The room was empty.”
His gaze lowers to my mouth for the briefest second when I snarl. “Exactly. That’s my point. If you want a return on your investment, you can’t kick out the clientele. At this rate, you’ll go bankrupt in weeks.”
His lips curl into a sly smirk. “Worth it.”
“Dante…”
His groan wobbles my knees, and my resolve wavers.
“Yes, Lucia?” He speaks my name softly, as if cautious to say it out loud.
He slants in slow enough that I could stop him, but fast enough that I can’t think about anything but how close his lips are to mine.
One more inch and we’ll be kissing.
“We can’t do this.”
When my tongue darts out to moisten my lips, it skims past his mouth. Don’t judge. Big breaths separated my words, so my mouth is bone dry, and if he weren’t standing so close, I wouldn’t seem like a harlot.
Dante’s minty breath fans my cheek when he murmurs, “Do what?”
His thumb counts my pulse as he wedges his leg between my thighs. My outfit is so skimpy you’d swear there isn’t a single piece of clothing between us. The friction is amazing, and I grind down without hesitation.
“Dante…” I say again, huskier this time, practically moaning.
My fingernails scratch at the wall as I use his girthy thigh to keep me upright. “Yes, angelo?”
He’s near enough that if I tilt my head a smidge, our lips will touch.
So that’s what I do.
I brush my mouth against his and moan when he immediately replies to the silent demands of my lusty head. Quicker than I can blink, he spears his tongue between my lips and curls my legs around his waist.
The flavors of his tongue burst on my taste buds and inspire a lust so dense that before my head can caution me against it, I yank at his belt. I’m desperate to feel the weight of his rapidly thickening cock in my hands again, and willing to do or say anything to achieve that.
A shudder rolls through my body when Dante displays just as much impatience. With one hand on my ass, holding me in place, the other frees his cock from his boxers. It bobs free with a girthy boing and then rises toward his belly button.
I mewl when he swipes the broad crown over my clit. I’m still wearing panties, but the friction is amazing. Tingles pulsate through my body when he holds my panties to the side with his thumb before he coats the head of his cock with my wetness.
I shouldn’t be so wet after only a kiss, but the truth can’t be denied.
I’m drenched for him.
“So fucking wet, angelo,” Dante moans against my mouth, his needy breaths forming condensation on my top lip. “But I think we can do better.”
Not speaking another word, he hoists me higher up the wall before he buries his head between my legs. The sensation of his tongue on my clit almost immediately detonates the bomb teetering low in my stomach, but his moans and the softness of his beard make me want to relish every second.
He devours me with greedy licks, teasing bites, and wicked words that pull me under even faster than his deliriously handsome face does. He tells me how much he loves my taste, and that if he was only served my pussy for the rest of his life, he would never go hungry.
“Oh…” I moan when he hits my clit with back-to-back flicks.
His strokes become more urgent the more I fight to hold back my praise. I don’t mean to be a bitch. I’m merely ensuring he knows this is out of the ordinary for me. Before our romp in the Viper Room, I hadn’t had sexual contact in a very long time.
I thrash my head side to side when his lips enclose my clit and he sucks it into his mouth.
I’m not strong enough for this.
Not even close.
“Dante…” I shout his name on repeat as wave after wave crashes through my womb.
My climax is long and blissfully strong.
All the negativity I couldn’t let go of the past week vanishes as Dante brings me back from the clouds with perfectly placed licks and an endless stream of compliments.
God, a girl could get used to this hype.
I’m exhausted by the time I’ve finished riding the thrilling wave, but Dante isn’t close to being done with me yet. As he marks my neck with a love bite, he opens me with his fingers, then buries his cock in deep.