His hands move up, cupping my breasts, and I suck in a sharp breath as his fingers brush over my nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
But I want it. I wanthim. And right now, nothing else matters.
Because fuck everyone for making decisions for me or without me.
This is my damn choice.
I want to fuck Riccardo.
Riccardo pulls back just enough to meet my gaze again, his breathing as unsteady as mine. “Say it,” he demands, voice low and rough.
My mind is racing, but I know what he’s asking.
“I fucking want you.” The words barely escape my lips, becausedamn him, but it’s enough. It’s all he needs.
In one swift motion, he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me toward the bedroom, his mouth finding mine again, devouring me with a hunger that feels almost dangerous. I should be scared. He’s the boogeyman I was warned about as a child. The enemy.The Italian. The one who might kill anyone in my family for more turf. But I’m consumed by the thrill of it, fully aware that I’m playing with fire and loving the heat.
We crash onto the bed, his body pressing me down, and I pull him closer, clawing at his back as his hands roam. He rips the front of my blouse open, his eyes raking over my bare skin. But I’m not one of the girls who are on display in one of my father’s clubs. I pull him down, biting his lower lip the way he keeps doing to me becausehell yes,that zings straight to my pussy each time and now he’s getting payback.
As his tongue teases my lips, I slide my hand down to his waistband. His belt is already undone, so I slip my hand into his pants, finally feeling the thick length I need to ease the pulsing ache deep in my core.
Before I completely lose myself, I break the kiss. “We need protection.”
“Not yet.”
He trails his mouth down my chest and abdomen, tugging my pants with him. I clutch the sheets, resisting the urge to reach for him.
This could go one of two ways: either he’s going down on me to make me lose my head completely, forcing me to surrender all control for the night, or this is my moment to set the tone for how things will work between us. With him working for me.
I choose option two.
His head dips between my legs and I moan when his lips go for the sensitive skin where my leg and pussy meet. His tongue darts over, massaging my pussy without dipping inside. It’sinfuriatingly good and I let him play for a while before I grasp his hair.
“My clit, Riccardo. Lick it, or don’t you know where to find it?”
He growls and pulls his head back, but I don’t let go of his hair. He gets the choice, rip out the strands I’m holding onto, or press his mouth back on my pussy.
He chooses option two as well, but instead of licking my clit, he sucks it into his mouth hard.
A scream escapes me, but I don’t let go of his hair. I give it a bit of a shake the way one would with a naughty puppy. “Don’t disappoint me,” I threaten, and to my satisfaction Riccardo lowers his head with a huff that sounds almost like a laugh.
And then he fucking licks me. It’s like I’ve turned into a goddamned popsicle and he hasn’t gotten a treat in years.
My hands fall to my sides and I curl them back into the sheets as I writhe under his mouth. It’s so damn good and then almost too much, but when I try to scoot away, his hands dig into my hips.
“Oh, no you won’t,” he growls, looking up at me and giving me a short break from the intense pleasure. “You wanted me to lick you and that’s exactly what I will be doing. For as long as I want.” And then his mouth is on me again, and he drives the sensation up, up, up again until I want to scream and escape but also can’t bear the idea of him stopping.
Except that’s exactly what he does.
Stop.
He lifts his head and grins at me.
“What the fuck?” is all can get out as my clit pulses in rhythm with my heart. I reach to touch myself, suddenly needing more again, but Riccardo slaps my hand away.
“No, that’s my job, remember?” And then the asshole actually chuckles as he lowers his mouth again and starts licking me again.