Page 77 of The Don's Secret Heir

“Do you remember anything from last night?”

He blinks. “Just... a lot of scotch and then I was here and you were... taking care of me.”

“You were hammered. What was I supposed to do, let you fall down the stairs?”

“Thank you,” he says quietly, and I blink, surprised.

“You’re... welcome.”

It’s as close to a good moment as we’ve ever had.

“You should shower,” I tell him, wrinkling my nose.

He sniffs himself and makes a face.

“I smell like a French whore.”

I huff out a breath and a sly smirk spreads across his face.

“Why,belissima…. Were you jealous?”

“No,” I say, but I can’t look at him, my face flushed.

“I don’t want anyone else,” he says, his eyes as earnest as I’ve ever seen them.

“Don’t say things like that.” I start to get up but he locks his arms tight around me, sitting up against the headboard.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not true. Dario. If you wanted only me, you would have never...” I trail off.

“Neverwhat, Li? What did I do that was so wrong?”

“You know what you did.”

He lets out a long breath through his nostrils and pulls me on top of him. I instinctively straddle his lap, not thinking about the fact that I’m wearing a nightie with no panties.

He looks down at my nightie bunching around my hips and groans softly.

“What the fuck? You’re just walking around the house like this?”

“I was in bed, just... couldn’t sleep.”

“Need a release, baby?” he murmurs against my ear, putting his hand between my thighs.

I moan and my legs open easily. I hate myself.

“You always were grumpy if you didn’t get laid every day.”

I flush, embarrassed, but I roll my hips anyway, feeling him harden beneath me.

He kisses my throat, avoiding my mouth as his fingers press against my entrance, not quite entering.

I rock my hips forward, enveloping two of his fingers, and he growls low in his throat.

“I’m too hungover to do much of the work, but you could ride me,belissima. Always love the way you look when your tits are bouncing in my face.”

His filthy words make pleasure settle in my stomach. I grow slicker and slicker around his fingers, rocking my hips slowly, enjoying the friction as my orgasm builds.