Page 57 of Veil of Vengeance

“I do.” I watch the dark amusement in his eyes.

“Then beg.”

My breathing catches and my fingers dig deeper into his chest. As I rub against him, I’m sure he feels how hard my nipples are, beyond turned on.

“Please, let me come.” I don’t know how it’s possible, but I go even more red, and my cheeks feel as if they’re on fire.

“Please, let me come on your fingers,” he corrects.

“Please, let me come on your fingers.” Begging definitely wasn’t something I thought could turn me on, but my body disagrees as slickness trails off my thigh.

“Fuck me thirty ways till Sunday. If you beg like that, I’ll burn the world for you.”

I don’t have time to process what he just said because he sinks his fingers into me and thrusts harder and faster than before. The room spins as I ripple around his fingers and low heat pools into my lower abdomen.

I bury my face into his neck, arching slightly into him. He doesn’t slow down, drawing out my orgasm and soaking his fingers with every drop of me as I moan and whimper. Emiliano’s fingers leave my pussy with a pop, and through hooded eyes, I watch him suck his fingers like I’m a delicacy. My breath fans across his throat, rapidly slowing down. In the next blink, he flips us around so quickly that it disorients me.

“I want you to sit on the edge of the couch for me.” He rises as he pulls his boxers and joggers over his still hard cock. I don’t know what I should do in this situation. He’s already given me multiple orgasms and has gotten nothing in return.

“What about that?” I ask, jutting my chin at his dick, slowly sitting up.

“We’ll deal with that after I’m done getting another orgasm out of you.” He slowly kneels in front of the couch between my legs. I shake my head.

“I don’t think I have another in me.” Even as I say that, I scoot to the edge of the couch, and he grabs my waist.

“Yes, you do, because you love being a good girl for me.”

Goosebumps pebble my arms and another wave of shame washes over me at how much I like hearing him call me a good girl. His good girl.

This is so wrong, and I don’t think I should be doing this, but something deep within me eats up every word he says, every touch and every look. I think I might have an obsession with the man kneeling in front of me.

“Up,” he orders, and as I lift myself up a bit, he yanks the rest of the joggers down, leaving my lower half naked to the cold air. ?

His tattooed hands trail up my leg, from my calf till they stop at my thighs, pressing softly. A viper’s head is in the middle of his hand, in an attacking position with its fangs out.

They look so large against my thighs, and he moves them between my thighs parting them and making my heart race. His gaze burns its way to my center and my nails sink into the couch. Emiliano presses his lips starting at my thigh, moving upwards, stopping before he reaches my slit and doing the same over on my other thigh.

This time, he doesn’t pause; he continues his trail of kisses till he reaches my slit. He uses his fingers to part my pussy lips, his tongue peeking out and slowly running along my opening and then flicking my clit. The room fills with my moans.

“You have to be quiet. We don't want someone to come see why you’re being loud. If we were in my room, then that wouldn’t have been a problem, and God, am I a fucking glutton for your moans,” he murmurs against my skin. I whimper as he nips the inside of my thigh before going back to lapping at my wetness. He delves his tongue deeper into my slit and I have to cover my mouth with my palm to stop myself from moaning even louder than I was.

“Don’t stop- oh God, please don’t stop!” My chest heaves as my breathing picks up. Emiliano presses his thumb over my clit as he flicks his tongue. I feel myself drip over the couch, but I can’t focus enough to care.

“This pussy is mine. Your orgasms belong to me and only me. I don’t give a fuck about anything else,” he murmurs into my wet folds.

My fingers dig into his skull as I press myself against his mouth and feel his chuckle vibrate through me. I throw my head back as my back arches off the couch slightly, my vision blurring, and all I can hear is static.

“Fuck yes, that’s right, come on my tongue, ragazza. So wet and so delicious and only for me,” he growls, lapping up at my slit. I watch him, still on his knees in front of me with a satisfied smile, as if he’s the one who got the most pleasure out of my orgasm.

I give him a lazy smile as my breath slows, letting myself stay in this moment of euphoria for a little longer.

CHAPTER 16

EMILIANO

Valentina’s chest moves rapidly after the second orgasm washes over her, her body slightly arching off the couch. I watch her come down from the high. Her face is slick with a light sheen, and her eyes are so bright they almost seem unreal.

She has a lazy smile, and when she stares down at me, she looks like a queen on her throne. I don’t break eye contact as I slowly bring my fingers to my lips, smelling her scent. She’s a mixture of sweetness and something earthy.

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