Page 135 of Sinful Lies

The cool air hit my skin, but his eyes set me on fire.

He didn’t rush.

Of course, the bastard didn’t.

His hands found my hips first, calloused palms burning trails into me as he leaned in, his lips brushing my neck. Soft at first, maddeningly so, before he kissed me, deeper, hungrier.

Then he went lower.

My breath hitched, sharp and shaky, as his lips hovered over my nipple.

He didn’t dive in right away; no, he had to be cruel about it.

A flick of his tongue, a soft circle, and then his mouth closed around it, and my brain short-circuited.

His voice was low, rough against my skin. “Say it again. Tell me how much you need my dick inside you.”

Bastard.

Hot, overbearing, sexy, evil bastard.

“I want your dick inside me, Lazzio. SodeepI feel it every time I move. So deep it’s all I can fucking think about.” I tilted my head. “Happy now?”

His grip tightened, and the way his eyes darkened told me I’d either won… or doomed myself entirely.

“Oh,happy doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

Hell broke loose, and it was way better than I could have ever imagined.

He flipped me, tits squished against the mattress as his knee wedged between my legs, spreading them.

He yanked down his boxers and drove into me in one rough, unrelenting thrust that knocked the air right out of my lungs.

“Oh—”

His hand slapped over my mouth, cutting off my scream. “You wanted it,amore,” he growled against my ear, his voice dripping with that infuriating mix of arrogance and sin that made me hate how much I loved it.

My muffled gasp turned into a moan as he pulled me back, my teeth grazing his palm.

His other hand slid down to my hip, holding me in place as he set a pace that made me see stars, or maybe the devil.

My fingers clawed at the sheets, desperate for something to hold on to as he took me apart.

My eyes rolled back, my body arching involuntarily with every thrust.

I could feel himeverywhere.

He was way too big for me.

“Deep enough for you, Miss Whitenhouse?” His voice was a little breathless, the sound of it shooting straight between my legs as his hips slammed into mine, his hips smacking against my ass.

Yes.

Yes, oh fuck, yes.

I shook my head, biting down harder on his palm to stifle the needy noises crawling up my throat.

He chuckled darkly. “No? Wrong answer.”

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