Giorgio (Vigilance #1) - Silvia Violet Page 0,4

me. Dear God, he was absolutely perfect, exactly what I needed.

I rubbed the tip of my cock over his lips, and he lapped at my slit, groaning as he swallowed my precum. I gripped his chin, pulling his mouth farther open. He made no attempt to resist. He just watched me, wide-eyed and waiting.

I pushed into his mouth, giving him only shallow thrusts at first. When I went deeper, his throat tightened around my shaft, and I growled. The sensation was fucking heaven. I took his head in my hands and pushed in until his nose pressed against my pubic bone. He choked and sputtered around me, but I didn’t let go until he started to struggle. When I finally pulled out, he bent over, gasping and sucking in air.

“More,” I demanded, gripping his chin and making him sit back up.

I wondered how far I could push him. How much would he give me? I wanted to find out, and, monster that I was, I wanted him scared as I pushed him to his limits.

I slid my hands back into his hair. He opened for me, and I thrust into him again. He sucked and swallowed around me, holding my gaze the entire time. He didn’t fight, he just opened his throat and let me use him. It was fucking incredible.

I made him take me all the way down again, and Jesus, I loved the way he looked with his mouth stretched around me. I wanted to hold myself there forever, but I let him go. Let him breathe before pushing in again and again. I only stopped when I was in danger of coming.

He braced himself on his arms. His breathing was ragged, and his eyeliner had run from the tears my hard use had brought to his eyes. I used my thumbs to wipe away the mess. He looked up at me, and for a moment, his expression was soft and tender.

Something fluttered in my chest. An unfamiliar feeling. It had been a long time since I’d felt anything but the driving need to come when I was with a man. I’d learned to close off everything else. I had fellow team members I knew I could rely on in the field. The only reason I needed anyone else was to satisfy my physical needs.

But Lane… Something about him made the walls I’d created around my heart feel thinner.

That thought should have made me want to run, but there was no way in hell I was giving up the chance to use him in every possible way.

I held out a hand to him and helped him to his feet. “You still want to be fucked in a bed?”

He looked confused for a second, then he nodded. “Yeah.”

“You’d better take me there, then. I’m ready to feel your tight ass around me.”

He shivered as he looked up at me. “Um… I…”

I wrapped a hand around his throat and slid my thumb over his Adam’s apple. He dropped his head back, and I pressed in harder. “I want to fuck you. I want to force my way into your ass, fill you up, stretch you open, and hear you cry out. You’re going to give me what I want, aren’t you?”

He nodded.

“Tell me.”

“I will. I want that.”

I smiled at him, but it wasn’t a nice smile. It was a grin full of evil intent. “Bed. Now.”

He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. The warm, innocent contact of my hand in his felt more intimate than when I’d had my dick down his throat. What the fuck was wrong with me tonight?

You’re horny, tired, and vulnerable. That’s all.

I’d enjoy the hell out of Lane, then I’d leave like I always did. Within days, I’d forget him, and it would be for the best. I didn’t need to entangle myself with anyone.

When we reached the bedroom, he let go of my hand, and I immediately missed his warmth. I watched him pull back the covers then open a nightstand drawer, grab lube and a condom, and toss them onto the bed.

After a quick glance at me, he crawled onto the bed and knelt up with his hands behind him at the base of his spine. Jesus Christ, he knew exactly how to get to me.

I grabbed his hips and yanked him toward me until his body pressed against mine.

I kissed him then, a savage kiss, the kind that would leave his lips puffy and bruised. My tongue forced its