Page 88 of Secrets of the Brother
Her eyes narrowed. “Just like that? No more talk of marriage?”
“Oh no. We’re still getting married, but I’ll at least let you leave this bed.”
She smirked. “That’s big of you.”
I raised one eyebrow and shifted my hip to rub my hard shaft against her thigh.
Her eyes widened.
I trailed my lips along her jaw. “Are you up for the challenge, or are you afraid you’ll lose?”
Her lips thinned as she shoved at my shoulders. “Do your worst. I’m not saying it.”
I slipped my other knee between her thighs and moved down over her body. Kissing her neck, her collarbone, the top of her breast. I ran the tip of my tongue over her stomach as I caressed her hip.
I ran my hand over her inner thigh, before lifting her knee. Turning my head, I kissed her thigh as I inhaled the warm, intoxicatingly musky scent of her skin.
Bianca chuckled. “If this is your plan, I’ve already won.”
I straightened my arms and planted my fists on either side of her hips as I stared down at her. “Explain.”
She stilled. All sense of mirth gone.
Although I had taken her virginity and was the first man to fuck her amazingly tight ass, I was a selfish bastard. I had wanted it all. All her firsts. I had been robbed of her first kiss. That went to some dick back when she was fifteen. I begrudgingly accepted that, but I had always assumed the rest would belong to me.
My own unique treasure.
A treasure money could never buy.
Renata and her parents’ Machiavellian plans had ruined that for me.
At least when Bianca sucked my cock, I could assuage my anger at being denied that first by knowing the man who came before me was a milquetoast who didn’t know how to handle a real woman and didn’t complete the job.
If I was about to learn I wasn’t the first man to taste her, then someone was going to die. There were certain things I couldn’t get past. Like the idea there was another man walking this earth who knew what my girl’s pussy tasted like.
She remained silent.
“Start talking, Bianca. Has another man had his tongue in your cunt?”
She gasped as she sat up and shimmied her hips back until she hit the headboard. “You have no right to ask me something so crude.”
I slipped my hands under her knees and pulled.
She slid down on the bed toward me until the juncture of her thighs slammed against my balls.
A haze of red anger blurred my vision.
I wrapped one hand around her throat. It took all my concentration to only hold her gently and not to squeeze my fingers as my other hand cupped her pussy. “Answer me. Now. Has another man tasted your pussy?”
“No. Damn you. I just won’t come that way.”
I released the breath I had been holding. Staring at her with a furrowed brow, I observed, “You came readily enough when I touched you before.”
Her cheeks flushed a bright pink as she avoided my gaze. “That wasdifferent. I’m not talking about this with you, Enzo!”
I gripped her jaw and forced her head forward. I then leaned down and placed a quick kiss on her tightly closed lips. “Oh my beautiful, amazing girl. You really are an absolute treasure.”
I slid down to bury my face between her sleek thighs. Using two fingers of my right hand, I spread her lower lips open. I ran my tongue up the center to tease her already swollen clit.
