Page 277 of Kissing the Villain

Sonny wasn’t kidding about debauchery.

I went with the flow of the crowd, allowing Luca to consume me, getting off on the orgasms of those around me.

When in Rome, right?

Luca slid his hand up my throat, his fingers branding my skin. He tightened his grip as he brought my lips to his, invading my mouth like the animal I craved. We kissed each other like we were fighting for power, the same dance we had done for years. He moved his free hand between us, shoved my dress up my thighs, and plunged two fingers inside me. I thrust my hips into his hand, greedy and begging for more.

Luca sunk his teeth into my shoulder and finger fucked me so hard my body went numb from the intense wave of pressure followed by insane pleasure. I leaned forward, pressing my hand to his shoulder to steady myself as my skin heated from the inferno brewing within.

“That’s it, baby,” Luca growled. “Come for me. Squeeze my fingers like they’re my cock.”

“I want that, too,” I whimpered as my orgasm rolled over me in waves, spilling out of me like water breaking through a dam.

“You’re gonna get it.” His tongue rolled across my hot flesh where he’d just bitten me. “Patience, my queen. We have all night.”

I rubbed my pussy on his cock.

“Give me a lap dance.” He pulled on the strap of my dress. “Let me see this beautiful body.” He shoved the strap down my arm to encourage me. “I think you secretly like it when people watch.”

“Maybe I do.”

He leaned forward and licked my lips. “Take off your clothes, baby girl. I need to touch you. Feel you. Taste you. Fuck you.”

I moaned as he twisted my nipple and then slid off his lap.

His eyes followed me as I swayed my hips to the beat and took a few steps back to give us some distance. To make him want me so badly, he was ready to beg by the time I touched him. I had little to strip off, but Kali’s insistence that I wear black fishnet stockings with an attached lace garter belt would serve their purpose. When she suggested it, I dismissed the idea. But now I had to laugh to myself because she must have known.

I gripped the edge of my dress, inching it slowly up my thighs as I approached him, maintaining eye contact. Luca licked his lips as I hiked up my dress. The fabric was soft but tight and slightly too restricting for a lap dance. So it had to go.

Swaying my hips, I moved between his spread thighs and pressed my palms to his knees. He groaned as I ran my fingers up his inner thigh and then withdrew them.

I spun around and rubbed my ass on his cock. “Unzip me.”

He tugged on my zipper, and I jumped off him, sensually sliding one strap and then the other down my arms. Turning toface him, I made a show of it as I bent forward and did a little shimmy, exposing a see-through black lace bra.

Luca gave me an impatient look that earned him a smirk in response. He was used to getting what he wanted the second he liked it.

Nope, not tonight.

I stepped out of the dress and dropped it onto his lap. His blue irises flickered with complete and total madness. He reached out, and I shoved his hand away.

“You can’t touch until I finish dancing for you.”

I smoothed my hands over the front of my body, massaging my breasts over the bra, slowly making my way down to the matching panties. Luca rested his elbows on his knees, giving me his undivided attention. I dipped my hand beneath the lace, touching myself just enough to make him jealous of my hand.

I climbed onto his lap and put my palms above his head, shaking my breasts in his face. He tried to bite me, but I backed up before he could latch on like an animal ready to sink its teeth into my flesh. His hard length dug into my thigh, making my panties even wetter.

Tired of waiting, he slid his hand behind my back and unhooked my bra with one finger, stripping it off me.

“Who’s the impatient one now?” I taunted.

He cupped my breasts in his hands, rolling the pads of his thumbs over my painfully sore nipples. “I need to fuck you.”

“Let me finish my dance,” I breathed against his lips.

I grabbed the arms of the chair and arched my back so I could throw my leg over his shoulder, leaning back to give him a delightful view of my body. A second later, his lips were on my skin, kissing and nibbling his way to my throbbing core. The hell with the dance. His lips and tongue felt too good for me to stop his slow perusal of my body. He unsnapped the belt from the stocking and ripped it off my leg without a second thought.Then he lifted my other leg over his shoulder and repeated the process.

“Yeah, sure. I can get new stockings,” I deadpanned.

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