Page 54 of Veil of Vengeance

“I want you to…” My cheeks heat as I trail off, breaths stuttering. He releases a breathy chuckle against me.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks, and I nod. Has his voice always been this husky? My hands shake as I try to understand what’s going on when he squeezes my throat again.

“It’s a yes or no question. I need you to use your words.”

A tingle travels down my spine and lands between my legs as his voice caresses my neck.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me. Please.”

“So fucking sweet and polite when you want something. Huh,” he teases, and I gasp when he tugs on my earlobe again. His hand on my throat drops, then both of his hands rest on my waist. ?

“I’m not fucking you, not today, but I will teach you something else,” he tells me, and I instantly feel the need to question him.

“Why not?” I ask, brow furrowed as I look up at him. His grip on my waist tightens.

“Because I want you desperate and needy when I fuck you.” He removes his hands before caging my wrists in his grip, placing them on the wall beside my head. His face slowly inches toward mine, his eyes on my lips.

They darken when my tongue peeks out to run across my bottom lip. Brushing his lips against mine, he finally kisses me. He bites my bottom lip before gliding his tongue over it. Darting my tongue out a little, I flick his.

A groan sounds deep in his throat as he swirls his tongue around mine. I press myself deeper into the wall, my knees buckling for a second at the sensation. When a whimper escapes me, Emiliano breaks off the kiss. He rests his forehead on mine, our breaths mingling as both our chests heave. ?

“Get on the bed.” He moves to the side to let me walk by, and I swallow, feeling uneasy with my back to him. As if he’d bounce on me any second, but he doesn’t. As I sit on the edge of the bed, Emiliano is watching me from where he’s standing. He juts his chin toward me.

“Take off your clothes,” he orders me. I’m not wearing anything under the joggers and hoodie. My fingers tremble as I reach for the bottom of the hoodie, adrenaline pumping through my body.

The hoodie lands with a whoosh on the ground, and Emiliano sucks in a breath as his eyes leave a hot trail down my body. My nipples pucker from the cold air, and I reach to cover my chest. Emiliano shakes his head before growling, “Take the rest off.”

We don’t break eye contact as I reach for the joggers, my hands shaking like leaves on a branch in the wind. The joggers join the hoodie on the floor.

He stays where he’s standing, his body almost too still. My heart pounds so hard against my ribs that I think he might hear it. Is he going to leave?

“I want you to lay on the bed and spread your thighs.”

My thighs involuntarily clench together, causing his eyes to follow the movement. I quickly follow his instructions before he decides otherwise.

A flicker of disappointment runs through me when he heads to the door. It dies as soon as it appears because he just flicks the lock. The cold air makes the goosebumps covering my skin even more prominent as it licks at the warmth of my body.

Once I rest my head on the pillow, I can’t see Emiliano from where he is standing, but then his steps thud on the wooden floors. Slow and steady. Confident and patient. He stops at the foot of the bed, hands in his pockets, watching me. His eyes drink me in, and my body warms under his stare. ?“So fucking beautiful. I wonder what I fucking did to deserve both torture and pleasure in one package,” he says, but before I can think of a reply, he continues. “I’m going to drag you to the edge of the bed. Is that okay with you?” His voice is dark, causing another shiver to run through me. I nod, unsure of what I should do.

“Yes,” I breathe when he quirks an eyebrow. His hands clasp my ankles, and they slowly pull me to the edge of the bed. I suck in another breath as the sheets drag along my sensitive flesh.

He gets on his knees, his hands trailing up my legs before he moves them to his shoulders. Emiliano’s face is so close to my pussy that when he blows a breath out, it reaches my wet folds.

I grip the sheets lightly, waiting. His eyes stay on my face as his tongue darts out, swirling around my clit before thrusting inside. A moan tears from my lips, and I clamp my hand over my mouth. He shakes his head.

“I want to hear you when my fucking face is between your thighs. Don’t try to hold back anything. Your moans are mine as much as every orgasm I’m taking from you,” he growls. I remove my hand off my mouth, and he begins to lap up the wetness dripping down.

Becoming more demanding, his tongue thrusts inside me more powerfully, a hot molten ball building up inside me, in the pit of my stomach as I clutch onto the sheets. Everything he’s doing feels so good, so different. My hands shake, palms becoming slick with sweat as he flicks my clit with his thumb. Another loud moan rings out, causing him to flick a couple more times. With a groan, Emiliano parts my pussy lips before lapping at entrance.

“So fucking wet and sweet,” he murmurs against my pussy before inserting one of his thick, long fingers inside me. It goes in easily because of how wet I am. The feeling is uncomfortable for a bit before he begins to massage my inner muscles.

“Oh God,” I breathe out. My moans turn into pleas when he thrusts deeper and inserts a second finger, curling them while his tongue circles my clit. My stomach tightens, and my back arches slightly, grinding lightly against his face. As his tongue swirls around my clit, the sensation only has me more sensitive. His fingers pump viciously inside me, curling between thrusts.

“That’s right, baby, I am your God, but I’m the one doing the worshiping,” he growls as he speeds up. Emiliano’s movements become savage, almost blinding, my vision blurring, and I find it hard to maintain eye contact as my core clenches.

“Be a good girl and come for me, ragazza mocciosa.”

At his coaxing, I throw my head back, eyes rolling as white-hot pleasure spears through me and I clench around his fingers. Running my hand through his hair, I tug at the roots and cry out.

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