Page 124 of Empire of Seduction

That she remembered each word sent a wildfire racing through my veins. I wasn’t sure I’d last, the need to come already simmering under my skin, tightening in my balls. “Prove it. Get on your knees and suck me.”

When I released her, I expected her to immediately go to her knees on the terrace. Instead, she whipped off her t-shirt to reveal soft skin and black lace bra. I rested my arms on the back of the sofa and waited, wondering what she was going to do next. Then she unhooked her bra and dropped it on the ground. Her nipples were hard, taut little peaks begging for me to bite them. Before I got the chance, though, she crawled off my lap and unbuttoned her jeans. I hadn’t expected her to get naked, but I wasn’t complaining. My woman was wild, a bit of an exhibitionist, and I liked it.

She worked her jeans past her hips and down her legs. “Should I keep my panties on?” she asked.

The black lace underwear was pretty, but I wanted her naked. “No, amore mio. Take them off for me. Then choke yourself on my dick.”

She handed me her panties—and I brought them to my face and inhaled. Cazzo madre di dio. They were soaked with her juices, the scent of her pussy coating the fabric. I breathed it in as she unbuckled me and worked my cock free. I lifted my hipsa bit to help her, and soon I was engulfed bywarmandwet. My brain went dark for a few seconds, the feeling was so good. Thankfully, she didn’t tease me or lick me. Instead, she took me deep, sliding down until I bumped the back of her throat and caused her to gag, then she eased off with long pulls and the perfect suction. She repeated this again and again, not stopping until saliva ran down my length and pooled around my balls.

“Sei perfetto, angioletto mio.” Petting her head, I kept talking in my language, even though I knew she wouldn’t understand my dirty thoughts and demands. I told her how I felt about her, how I worried she wasn’t feeling the same.

Then she worked me past her gag reflex, into her throat, and I lost the ability to form a thought. It was tight, yes, but it was more the idea I was in her throat, preventing her from breathing. That she would willingly choke herself to please me.

I couldn’t stop it, then. Prickles cascaded under my skin and I grabbed her head, holding her still as the climax rushed through my groin, and I shot down her throat. Wave after wave carried me higher, and my dick pulsed happily, my come filling her belly. I sucked in air, my eyes locked on where her lips encircled my shaft. So fucking hot. “Drink me down, baby,”

When I finished, I lifted her up onto my lap and kissed her. She was breathing hard but didn’t pull away, her fingers twisting in my hair as she gave me her mouth. I could taste myself on her tongue, and it was time to reward her.

I patted her hip and bit her earlobe. “Let’s go inside. I have a surprise for you.” I set her on her feet, then pulled my briefs and trousers up. Standing, I took off my sweater and pulled it over her head. The fabric fell to the middle of her thighs. “For the cameras.”

Her mouth dropped open, horror overtaking her expression. “Why didn’t you?—”

I placed my hand on her throat, quieting her. “They aren’t out here, but they are in the main rooms of the apartment. Don’t worry. No one will see you naked but me.”

She snickered as I took her hand and led her into my apartment. “Vito, you fucked me up against the glass at the casino. Pretty sure a lot of people saw me.”

That was before. I didn’t want my men seeing how beautiful she was when she came, how puffy her nipples were after I sucked on them. How swollen and wet her pussy got for me. All of those things were for me—and only me.

This woman wasmine.

I walked her up the glass staircase to my suite. Three walls of glass windows encircled us, with no other surrounding buildings this high. We would have total privacy with only the night sky as a witness.

On my bed were two boxes with red ribbons I arranged for earlier. I sat on the mattress and nudged the smaller one toward her first. “Open it.”

She stared at it suspiciously. “What is it?”

“There is only one way you will find out.”

Biting her lip, she lifted the box and untied the ribbon. Inside the rectangular box was a velvet box. She swallowed. “You got me jewelry?”

I didn’t say anything, merely waited. She put the outer box and ribbon on the mattress, then cracked open the case. Her eyes went wide as her lips parted on a swift intake of breath. “Oh, my god.Vito.” Her gaze found mine. “I can’t accept this.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Gently, I took the box from her and lifted out the diamond necklace. It wasn’t anything gaudy or flashy, but I wondered if she would see the significance right away. “I had it made especially for you.” Rising, I moved behind her and draped the necklace around her throat. Then I fastened the clasp. “There.”

As I sat back down, she pointed to an open doorway. “Is that the bathroom?”

“Yes.”

She hurried over and disappeared inside. I heard her breathe, “Oh, my god.” When she came back, she was fingering the diamonds reverently. “They look like . . . ”

“A wing, I know.” The diamonds were arranged biggest to smallest in almost a swoop, like the wing of a bird. Or . . . “An angel’s wing.”

Stepping between my thighs, she wrapped her arms around my bare shoulders. “Vito, I don’t know what to say. This is overwhelming.”

“Do you like it?”

“I love it.” She rested her forehead on mine. “Thank you, baby. I’m really touched.”

“Prego, angelo mio.” I kissed her. “Now, open the other one.” I fell back onto the mattress and folded my hands behind my head.

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