Page 87 of When She Tempts (The Fallen)
“Do you see that pretty cunt?” he rasps, meeting my gaze in the mirror.
I suck my lips into my mouth, unable to answer. I was brave today already. My reserves have run out.
His lips press against the shell of my ear. “This is what you’re offering me,piccolina. It’s not going to look this pretty when I’m done with you.” His other hand falls over my inner thigh, and he brushes his knuckles against one side of my entrance. “It’s going to look raw and well-fucked.” He slides the tip of his finger inside of me. “And filled with my come.”
Holy shit.His filthy, obscene words make me clench around his finger, and the dark gaze of his reflection once again flicks to mine.
He lets go of my chin and drags his hand down to my breast. The other presses against my lower abdomen. His hold on me is so tight, I can hardly breathe, but I don’t care. Tilting my head backwards, I let my lips find the thick column of his throat, where I press messy, wet kisses. He mutters something as I do it, rubbing his hand over my tummy as I finish coming down from my high.
After a while, my orgasm fades away, and vulnerability rushes into the empty space it left behind. I need to see Giorgio’s face. Gripping his arm, I adjust my position so that I’m straddling him.
His eyes are the color of deep ocean water. When I sink a little lower, the hardness inside his pants presses into my center.
Tentatively, I rock my hips against him.
He drops his hands to my hips and squeezes. “Stop.”
“Why?” I whisper into his ear before moving my lips down to his. “I think your punishment backfired. I liked it too much.”
My words are meant as encouragement, but he doesn’t take them as such. He makes a tortured sound in the back of his throat like he knows he’s losing but he’s not ready to give up yet. He lifts me off him, places me on my feet, and stands up, raking his fingers through his hair.
Just when I think he’ll put a stop to this, he whirls around and crowds me with his body, pressing me against one of the bedposts. He pinches my chin with his index finger and thumb. When he looks directly into my eyes this time around, it’s like he’s looking right into the depths of my soul.
“I’ve lived for a long time,piccolina,” he rasps. “Nearly twice as long as you. Never in my life have I met anyone who hides so much wickedness behind an innocent face like yours. Your mind seduces me. Your body tempts me. A single glimpse of you, and I lose my train of thought. I become completely absorbed in your presence. You shouldn’t have let me touch you like I just did, because now that I know how wet and warm you’d feel around me, I won’t think about anything else for hours. Days.Weeks.”
That confession reverberates through me like a clap of thunder, and then, everything stills.
He wants me. Badly. Desperately.
My daydreams are morphing into reality, and for the first time, I begin to question if I can handle it.
But there’s no time to dig for an answer as his fingers tighten around my chin, and he hisses, “Damn you,” before he crushes my mouth to his.
The kiss is chaos and fury. I press my body against his and wrap my hands around his neck, tugging him closer even though there isn’t an inch of space left between us. He grinds into me. His bulge digs into my thigh as he works his own thigh between my legs.
Our tongues tangle, part, tangle again. He nips and licks at my lips, teaching me how to kiss by example, and I do my best to copy him. The world tilts. I lose myself in him.
When he grabs my ass and lifts me, I wrap my legs around him, my heels digging into his thighs. A sense of inevitability cascades through me.
Knock, knock.“Giorgio, you left your cell phone in the dining room,” Allegra’s voice filters through the door. “Someone’s been ringing you.”
He breaks our kiss only to mutter a muted curse and then dives back in again, his tongue lashing against my own, his hands learning the contours of my body.
When another knock comes, I whimper into his mouth, “Ignore it.” I’m too far gone to stop now. His hand trails up my ribcage and palms a bare breast, squeezing it.
“Giorgio?”
“Cazzo!” He tears himself away from me, his eyes nearly black with arousal and his chest rising with rapid breaths. “One moment,” he barks out.
For a moment, he seems conflicted between going and staying, but then he curses again, swipes a hand over my cheek, and moves to the door.
My heart bangs against my ribcage as I watch him leave. I wait for him to return, but he doesn’t.
CHAPTER22
MARTINA
My pulsestill hasn’t fully evened out when I make my way down to dinner hours later that evening.
