Addicted to Santino - Amarie Avant Page 0,41
boyfriend that he’ll always have a room in Jamaica. They then leave before dessert is served.
Later, the family goes outside to string Christmas lights. Gabriella orders Santino and I to a tiny flower bush near the edge of the expansive lot. We’re virtually alone, beneath a weak, faux Gaslamp light.
I grumble, half-heartedly in my attempt to untwine the string of lightbulbs. “We could be halfway home by now.”
“Bella, you were amazing back there. You pulled the stick—”
“I will kill you!”
I slaughter his arms with tiny slaps.
“—Out of your ass. Same stick I mentioned to you on our first encounter has now disappeared. Now, if you’d like a replacement between those sweet cheeks. . .”
I pop his arms again. He laughs. His abdomen flexes and contracts in a tantalizing way as I continue my assault. Sighing, my hands settle on his washboard abs. The button-up isn’t tight enough for me to drool over every specific ridge. I let my palms continue to rest on his chest; his heart thuds beneath my touch.
I groan.
“The energy between the three of you sisters was creepy, synchronized. I thought my family was crazy.”
“You just have Antonia’s father . . . Right? Right?”
“Eh, I guess.”
“It’s not usually so bad. One year, Gabby caught a cold.”
“Your jealous sister couldn’t make it?”
“She sat at the kid’s table. For a while, we enjoyed the food in peace.”
Santino licks his lips in contemplation. “That food was delicious.”
“Humph, one of the few reasons I suck it up each year. That and my mom. Sometimes I miss her,” I mutter, staring at the starry night. “Anyway, did Beady Eyes hurt your feelings?”
He rolls his eyes. “Gina . . .”
I clasp a hand along Santino’s throat. I look up at him. His eyes glitter down at me.
He lifts a brow. In his smooth native tongue, he asks, “What the fuck are you doing, Bella?”
“Relax, nobody’s coming over here,” I reply, licking my lips.
“Your hands . . .”
The muscles in his thick neck are taut beneath my palm. I squeeze a little harder, though I doubt I can choke him. “Oh, this? This is payback, Santino. Now, I’ve decided not to suck your dick a second time tonight. However, you pulled that little game at the dinner table.”
“We both know I lay pipe.”
“You won’t be tonight, honey.” I bat my lashes. Since I can’t choke him with one hand, and I look damn good holding him hostage. I square my shoulders, lift my chin. “The rules are as follows, Santino. You will drop to your knees and lick my pussy. Are you above fucking me with your mouth, right here, right now?”
Santino removes my fingers from clasping his throat to kiss the inside of my hand. “No, Gina. Proceed with your requirements.”
“Your mouth will make me cum at least three times before someone comes—”
“You said nobody was coming over here.”
“Hey.” I kiss him much like he does to me when dominating my body. My tongue wrestles with his for power.
Feeling as if I can toss my weight around, I jut a hip. “If I do not orgasm three times, you will be brutally punished.”
“How, Bella?” Santino stares at me intently.
I’m on cloud nine. The control that sifted through my fingers when we met, returning fast. I chose to believe Santino is awaiting the sound of my voice, my next directive, my next breath. Trying to contain the tremble of anticipation, I think fast.
“No pussy for a week.” Lies. All lies! I don’t have the capacity to practice what I preach. But I growl, “Kneel, now.”
Santino clasps my wrist and spins me around until I press into him. Like a dance, I’m then pushed back against the column. He hoists my legs over his hips.
“I said to kn . . .”
When his hand slips down into my already sopping pussy, I shudder. With an insubordinate wink, Santino descends. As his knees hit the ground, I’m hoisted over his shoulders. The apex of my sex garners all of his attention. His one hand routes the inside of my thigh, and I tremble. From my elevated position, I can see the sparkle of the lap pool across the way.
He looks up at me, eyebrow cocked. “Three times?”
I order, “Yes.” Please.
Santino licks his lips. “I can do that.”
Immediately, Santino snakes his tongue. My legs shudder. Dirty Santino’s tongue slithers around inches from my sex. The walls of my pussy convulse uncontrollably; cool air softly flutters over the gush.
He smiles cockily. “Damn, I do believe one round is complete.