Mercenary (Gangsters of New York #3) - Bella Di Corte Page 0,46

the opposite sensation of his rough hand.

“I’m going to fuck you until you scream so hard, I’ll have to gag you so none of my men hear. No one hears you but me. Your pleasure is all mine.”

I pushed his mouth even lower, trying to feed the ache. You get hungry. I feed you.

He bit my nipple through the fabric. My thighs trembled so hard that it reflected out of my mouth in a long, shaking moan. His tongue licked from my neck back to my mouth and then he kissed me again. I thirsted for more. You get thirsty. I pour the wine down your fucking throat.

I ripped his shirt, sending the buttons flying to the floor. Then I unbuckled his pants, using my leg and foot to push them down. He stepped out, undressing the rest of the way.

I decided that cazzo was not a good description of his cock, but lo scorpione was. I licked my lips, and as I lowered down, I used my hands to caress his sides.

His hands slid in my hair and pulled me closer, making me take him all the way. I swirled my tongue around him, careful not to use my teeth, from base to tip.

He groaned as he seemed to get even harder, and before I could start to move faster, he started to fuck me like he did the first night. He hit the back of my throat, making tears come to my eyes, but I moaned around him. I felt the tremble move through him as he spilled himself.

His neck was back, throat exposed, and he growled in his throat at the release. A second later, he lifted me up by my arms, turning me, my hands against the glass door, facing out.

“Spread your legs for me, Alcina,” he said.

I did. My ragged breath fogged the window when I breathed out. The black silk was wrapped around his palm. His hands moved over my sides, slowly inching closer to the backless lace bra, and then he removed it, throwing it to the side. He caressed my skin with a touch that was barely there, but I could feel callouses on his fingers from working in the groves. The contrast was as delicious as he was.

The more he explored—his touch became a mixture of caresses and a deep tissue massage—the more I trembled.

“Do you like my touch, angel eyes?”

“Sì, mio marito,” I whispered, hardly able to talk.

His hands came around my breasts, and he teased my nipples as his tongue started to lick my skin. He took the route from my neck all the way down, licking harder in the indention between my lower back and behind. His teeth bit into the lace of my panties, shimmying them down until I stepped out.

I could feel his warm breath between my legs as he inserted his finger inside of me at the same time his tongue licked over my behind, meeting his finger.

“Ah!” I screamed out. I lost all balance, my nipples pressing hard against the cold glass. The pressure was too much. I started to pant, hardly able to catch my breath. My hands were pressed against the pane, but my fingers ached to claw, to sink into his skin.

It did not take long before I screamed out his name. I came around him in an explosion.

“Fucking delizioso,” he murmured, his tongue swirling around his lips. He stood, his front to my back, and turned me to face him.

My cheeks burned, but not from embarrassment. I wanted more. He read the look in my eyes.

“You want me to fuck you, Alcina,” he said, his voice gruff.

I looked down at his hand, the silk, and then at his glistening cock. I licked my lips, bit my lip, not sure what I wanted—to have him in my mouth again or inside of me.

He grinned. Wiping lo scorpione off with the black silk, he tied it around my mouth. I salivated at the taste of him.

He ran his fingertip down my face. I tried to bite him but couldn’t. His grin melted and his eyes hardened. He lifted me up, my legs going around him instinctually, and walked me through the villa until we came to a bedroom.

I was barely aware that the chandelier was lit, but it looked like melting candles, their wicks on fire, instead of actual lights.

He set me down in the middle of a wide bed on my knees and then knelt down behind me, using his knees