Page 42 of Fastest Kill

Dario kissed her neck. "Tell me what you mean then."

"You know what it's like being bigger and stronger than everyone else. You always have to hold back, afraid of accidentally hurting someone. I have to do that with other people too, and I hate it."

Dario went still behind her, and Frederica knew she had hit the mark. She turned her face to his.

"You don't need to do that with me. I won't bruise or break. I can take everything you got, arkoúdos, and then some." And because he was looking a little stunned, she leaned in and bit his lip hard. "Don't wuss out on me now when you were off to such a good start."

Something in Dario's eyes snapped. His hand went to the back of her neck and pinned her to the wall.

"You stay right there and don't move," he growled, and she grinned like a fiend because she had gotten to him, and fuck was it going to be worth it.

Frederica let out a breathless little laugh as she felt the cold flat of a knife touch the skin between her shoulder blades before he cut the fabric of her dress all the way down, then the back of her bra and sides of her panties until she was only wearing her heeled boots.

Frederica didn't try to turn. She liked to be dominated when the moment called for it, and getting Dario Colleoni to lose his mind would be worth every second. She had been wet just from kissing him, and now her pussy was aching.

"Fuck, your body is incredible," Dario said, running a big, calloused hand down her spine and gripping her ass tight. He took her hands and held them to the wall. "You keep those there."

Frederica obliged him, just to see what happened next. She was rewarded with his hands cupping her breasts, an appreciative sound coming from his throat.

"You've been hiding these away," Dario commented.

Frederica tried to keep her voice steady as she replied, "You try having half-decent-sized tits and being as active as I am. You would strap them into a sports bra, too."

Dario chuckled softly by her ear, and Frederica bit down a breathy whimper as he squeezed and stroked her nipples into hard brown peaks. "Anything you don't like?"

"I'm open to anything if it's done right," she admitted.

"Oh, it will all be done right." Dario moved her long hair to the side and bit and licked his way down her spine. Hands on her front, lips and stubble on her back. Frederica's short nails gripped the wallpaper as he worked his way down.

Dario scraped his teeth along the scars that he made no comment about, unlike every other person she had been with. He could guess what they were from, and it was such a relief that she didn't have to hide one damn thing about herself.

Without warning, Dario pulled her hips out in a rough jerk, buried his face between her thighs, and licked her pussy. Frederica bit her tongue to keep from whimpering.

"Fuck, you taste so fucking good," he said, pulling her cheeks wider and licking her from hole to hole. Frederica cried out in Greek, her body lighting up like a live wire. His big knee and thick thigh appeared between her feet, and he knocked her ankle out wider. Frederica fought to get a full breath as a hand came up between her thighs and cupped her pussy.

Fucking hell, she was going to come just watching his long fingers widen her before finding her clit with an accuracy that defied belief. She was so horny that when he slid one of those deliciously long fingers inside of her, there was an embarrassingly wet sound.

Dario only hummed in happy approval and added a second finger, thrusting into her harder and harder as his mouth ate her out as if his life depended on it. Her legs were shaking, and tears were leaking out of the corner of her eyes.

Dario's fingers went deeper, his thumb went to her clit, and he closed them together as he moved them slowly from left to right. She could feel him inside and outside and the grip and the pinch… The orgasm hit her like a flash of white light. A cry of pure release was torn from her throat, and her forehead pressed into the wall as she tried to stay upright. Dario kissed her thigh just where it met her ass, and his stubble against that sensitive spot had her groaning all over again.

"Sounds like that was a good one, Spartana," he teased softly. "Let go of the wall. I've got you."

Frederica went boneless as he pulled away from the wall and drew her down to the floor on top of him, so her knees were on either side of his head, and she was facing his feet.

"Now that you have the edge off, you can just sit back and enjoy this one," he said, spreading her again.

Frederica had an amazing view of the tent in his expensive suit pants. Her mouth watered. She grabbed at his belt, tugging it free before tearing his pants open. Dario's soft laughter fueled her on. She took great pleasure in that laughter catching in his throat as she pulled his dick free and gave it a rough jerk.

"Dio…" he groaned, his hips rising up.

"Call to your god all you want, Catholic boy. He's not rescuing you from me tonight," Frederica replied and sucked his thick tip.

Dario was a big guy, and it was no surprise his dick matched the rest of him. It was fucking long and thick and already leaking pre-come like getting her off was the biggest turn-on for him in the world.

Fuck, you are perfect, she thought, biting her tongue so she didn't say it.

Dario pulled her back to his mouth. He must have learned to breathe through his ears because he held her so tight to him that she was grinding on his face.