Page 78 of The Rival's Obsession
“You can lie to yourself all you want,” I murmur, lips inches from his ear. “But your body tells me the truth, Harrow.”
Grant’s voice breaks when he finally speaks. “Stop,” he breathes—barely more than air. “Dante…”
My name. Said like that.
Like a fucking prayer.
I press in, close enough that my breath skims his cheek, and he shudders.
“I’ve waited so long to hear you say my name like that, bug.”
My hands drop to his belt. He jerks—but not away. Not enough to stop me.
He fumbles, grabbing at my coat instead, fists twisting in the lapels as I pop the buckle.
“Knock it off,” he says, trying to sound stern, but it lands somewhere between desperate and dazed. “I’m not interested.”
I lift my eyes to his and smirk.
“Then stop looking at me like you want to be fucked.”
His cock is hard when I take it in hand—hot, heavy, aching against my palm. I groan, letting the sound hum low in my throat.
His skin is soft. Too soft for how hard he is. Like silk over steel.
I spit into my hand and stroke him, slow at first, deliberate.
Grant curses, head hitting the marble wall with a quietthud.
His eyes squeeze shut. His jaw clenches. And when he exhales, it’s all breath and no control.
“Have you ever had your dick sucked by a man before?” I ask, voice husky with want.
He snaps his eyes open at that. “You know I haven’t.”
I smile, pleased. “Good.”
My hand moves faster now, rewarded with another choked-off breath, his thighs tensing where I’ve pressed between them.
“Have you been waiting for me,Lucciolina?” I murmur, watching him fall apart.
His only answer is a low groan, hips barely lifting into my fist.
I lean up, mouth brushing his ear.
“Perché io sto ancora aspettando te, amore mio.”
?*God, what I wouldn’t give to fuck him right now.
“Ever since that day.” My hand never stops working him, but those words—the reminder—make his breath stutter.
“Dante,”
“What you lied about.”
Then I drop to my knees, not wasting a fucking second.
The instant his pants are down, my tongue is on him—long, slow, deliberate. I lick up the underside of his cock, tasting the salt of his skin, the heat of him pulsing against my mouth. I don’t blink. Don’t breathe. I just watch.
