Page 80 of Kissing the Villain

“Yeah, I can see that.”

I dragged my finger along my wet slit, and my eyelids fluttered from the intense sensation shooting down my arms and legs.

Marcello’s eyes flicked to the room’s corner.

“Is he watching us?” I pushed a finger inside me, and a moan slipped from my lips. “Will he yell at you for being a bad boy, Marcello?”

“I’m not the bad one.” He clutched my right thigh and spread my legs wider so he could get a better look. “My queen is a naughty girl.”

I circled my clit with my thumb. “You don’t know how bad I can be.”

His fingers pressed into my skin hard enough to leave prints. My body trembled from his rough touch, and a rush of electricity raced down my legs.

“You like this, Marcello?”

As his big cock tented his dress pants, he breathed harder. “Fuck, yeah.”

I pushed up my shirt, massaging my swollen nipple. Marcello drank me in with carnal hunger in his eyes. His resolve slowly faded into oblivion, and I knew I had him.

He nudged my hand out of the way and cupped my breast, rolling the pad of his thumb over the tiny bud. With my eyes on him, I moaned with each thrust of my fingers, obsessed with the sexy faces he made as I brought myself closer to climax.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take over for me?”

He glanced down at my bare pussy and bit his bottom lip. “Is that what you want, you little brat?”

“Yes.” I licked my lips. “And I think you want it, too.”

I could see him fighting an internal battle. He didn’t waste too much time, though. Within seconds, he made room for himself between my thighs, two of his fingers replacing mine, working my inner walls like a pro.

As he spread me open, I imagined his fingers were his cock. I dreamed of tasting his lips and let my hand roam across the mattress to touch him. Marcello glanced down as I grabbed his cock over his pants. He was so damn big and hard that I wanted to rid him of those pesky pants. I was dying to see every single part of him.

He grunted as I rubbed his balls over the fabric. For a second, his eyes slammed shut, but his pace never faltered.

He fucked me with his fingers, adding another that made me scream. I slowly inched my hand up and down the length of his cock, jerking him off over his pants. The friction must have driven him crazy, but he made no move to free himself.

“Marcello,” I moaned. “Oh, my god. Fuck, I’m going to come.”

After I came, we sat in complete silence. He was a man of few words, which I liked. An eerie sense of calm surrounded him. Marcello made me feel safe and protected.

He raised his hand to his mouth, laser-focused on me. Then he surprised me by licking my cum from his fingers.

Holy shit.

Who knew a simple action could be so fucking sexy.

I’d always wondered what sex would be like with another man. Luca was my first and only.

“You taste good.” Marcello lowered his hand to the mattress. “Too fucking good. You make every one of those kills worth it.”

Kills?

I assumed he was referring to the night Luca came home covered in blood and fucked me. Did he kill men for me?

“I don’t have to marry him.”

He shot up from the bed as if it were on fire. “Yes, you do.”

“Pops said I have to marry a Salvatore.” I fixed my clothes back into place and sat up. My eyes fell on his pants and his big dick, ready to poke a hole through the zipper. “It doesn’t matter which one.”

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