Page 77 of The Mastermind
‘How far to the airport?’ I asked, my fingers delving into the hair at his nape.
A shiver coursed through him when my nails scraped his scalp. ‘Doesn’t matter. The plane takes off when I say so. And the doors to this vehicle open when I want them to. Whatever you want to start, sweetheart, go right ahead.’ His voice was strained and hoarse, his gaze pinging between my tits and mouth like he wasn’t sure which body part he wanted to devour first.
Another wave of drugging power swept through me. I didn’t fool myself into thinking it would tip the balance. Cesare’s dominance was merely taking a backseat. But I intended to revel in this sweet reign for as long as I could.
Leaning closer, I rubbed my chest against him, knowing he could feel the hardened peaks. ‘Good morning, Cesare,’ I crooned, adding a slow roll of my hips over his stiff rod.
He groaned, his eyes dropping to my cleavage. ‘Hey, beautiful. Did you miss me?’
‘I don’t know. Can’t you tell for yourself?’
His nails dug into my ass and my pussy dampened, shamelessly and eagerly. ‘Nah. I’m gonna need a little more evidence.’
Without preamble, I smashed my mouth to his, moaning when he immediately parted my lips to stroke his tongue againstmine. It was sinful how quickly he could drag me under his spell, turn me into putty.
Arms locked around his neck, I met him stroke for stroke, taste for taste, until the need to come up for air drove us apart.
His heated eyes immediately delved back to my chest. One hand left my ass to slide one thin sleeve down one arm, then the other, his mouth dropping open when he saw I wasn’t wearing a bra.
‘Fuck. I love that I don’t know whether I’m getting the demure Catholic girl who barely knows the wonders of her pussy or the siren who confidently walks around with her beautiful tits one flimsy layer away from my mouth.’
‘Which do you prefer?’
‘Do you even need to ask? I’m a greedy motherfucker. I’m all in for both.’
‘You are?’
He tweaked both nipples. I gasped as delight jerked through me.
‘I’m a jaded man, Maddelena. The pleasures of the world are mine to command at my fingertips. But this… Fuck, I can’t work out why the fuck you fascinate me so much and I’m discovering, maybe I don’t need to. Maybe the magic is in the surprise.’
Last night he’d talked about keys and unlocking my secrets.
I had a feeling Cesare was a lot closer than he knew. Because while his words were skewed towards sex, their meaning travelled higher than my pussy, bypassing the hunger in my gut to lodge alarmingly close to my heart.
The thought was unbearable.
It was dangerous. Forbidden.
It was foolish.
He was my enemy.
I couldn’t fall for him.
We were risking a fresh, all-out family war that would leave countless casualties and broken souls, like the last skirmish did to Giada.
Yet I craved him with every fibre of my being so desperately in that moment, I seriously considered if there was anything I wouldn’t do for it.
Luckily, Cesare had other plans that didn’t include me examining my feelings too closely. Still toying with my nipples, plucking and tweaking, he grunted, ‘Unzip me, baby. Take me out.’
I rushed to unzip him and reach inside for my prize. We both groaned when I wrapped my hand around him. Just about. I’d barely managed to stroke him a few times, spread his pre-cum over his wide crown, before he issued the next instruction.
‘Now lift up your dress, baby. And I swear, you better be wearing fucking panties.’
‘Or what?’ I sassed, then gasped when he pinched my nipples.Hard.
But I was learning I wasn’t averse to a bit of pain. So it was no surprise when I grew even wetter.
