Page 66 of Born into Mayhem
“No,” I say, making him lift a dark brow. I don’t know how to explain that this is too much all at once, but whatever he sees on my face is enough to make him give a small nod.
“Okay,piccolina mia, I won’t tell you now,butI will tell you one day.”
“What does that mean?” I whisper when he starts to tease my nipple again.
“It means I’m going to make you listen to what I have to say, but I’m not going to do it right now.”
I roll my eyes at him, making him pinch my nipple harder. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. The Italian, what does it mean?”
He rubs the sting from my nipple, and the quick rush of pleasuretakes me by surprise. I’ve played with them myself, but this is not the same thing at all, and I’m stunned by how good it feels.
“It meansmy little one.” His hand moves from my breast to the strap again, but before he pulls it down, he looks at me and says, “I am being serious, Mia. You can’t run from this.”
“From what?”
That earns me another raised eyebrow. “From what’s happening between us.” When I don’t say anything, he slowly starts to pull the strap down, exposing my breasts to him. Aside from Benny and his wife when I got them pierced, no one else has ever seen me naked, and my eyes flick to the side when I start to feel vulnerable.
“Look at me,” he says, and when I don’t, he cups my face and positions himself so he’s in my line of sight. “You’re safe with me, Mia. Always. I will never hurt you, but I’m not going to let you run from this just because it makes you uncomfortable.”
His eyes soften as he strokes my cheek. “But I will let you off the hook for now. I’ve been wanting to use my tongue on these piercings ever since I first saw them. If I can’t play with the one on your pussy, I can at least have my fun with these.”
Lifting back up, he runs his eyes over my bare breasts while he says something in Italian that’s just as sexy as the rest of him.
I’ve always been fairly confident in my own skin, not so much because I think it’s awesome, but more because I’ve just never really cared before what guys think of me. But with Dario’s dark eyes taking in every inch of my chest, I start to feel self-conscious for the first time in my life.
As if sensing my worry, he trails his fingers down the center of my chest, lightly dancing them along my skin. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers, and the awe in his voice is unmistakeable. He doesn’t sound like he’s feeding me a line to get into my pants. He sounds reverent, like he wants to kneel at my feet and worship every inch of me.
Leaning closer, he braces his hands on either side of me and dips his head so he can plant a kiss right between my breasts. He’s clearly in no hurry, and I’m guessing I’m about to learn a hard lesson in patience.His lips are soft and warm as he kisses a line across my chest, and when he gives the rounded underside of my breast a soft bite, my breath hitches as my fingers slide into his hair.
“Are you disappointed?” I regret the question as soon as it’s out of my mouth. It makes me feel stupid and insecure, so I quickly say, “Forget it. Pretend I didn’t ask that,” but that doesn’t do anything but make me feel even more awkward.
He kisses and sucks on my skin while lifting his eyes to see me. “And why would I be disappointed? Did you think I didn’t know you had small tits before now?” He grins and says, “I’ve already seen you in a bra, and I’ve already felt you in my hand.” Groaning, he nips at my skin, slowly making his way to my aching nipple. “Have I ever given the impression that I’m disappointed in any part of you?”
“No,” I admit.
“In fact, I think I’d go so far as to say that I’ve always acted like every single inch of you drives me crazy. Isn’t that right,piccola vipera?”
“Well, not always,” I can’t help but say.
He lifts his head just long enough to say, “After you turned eighteen, I hid it for as long as I could, but I’m done hiding what you do to me.”
Without any warning, he dips his head and wraps his mouth around my nipple, and for the first time in my life, I understand what a piercing can do. His tongue flicks the barbell, a gentle touch, a testing of the waters, and when I moan and fist his hair, he runs his tongue over me again, this time harder. The sensation is far better than I imagined it would be, and when I rock my hips and feel the piercing between my legs move, I’m stunned at how close I already am.
“Goddamn,” he growls before giving me another hard suck that nearly sends me over the edge. Bringing one hand to my neck, he curls his fingers around me in a tight enough grip to get my attention without cutting off my air. I had no idea giving in could be so sexy, but my body calms under his touch. Instead of fighting him, I arch up, wanting him to take more of me intohis mouth.
“I love that I can almost fit all of you into my mouth.” He whispers the words against my skin, the wet heat of his mouth trailing a line to my other breast. His thumb caresses my neck while he gives my other nipple a slow, teasing lick. “And I love that the size of your tits fits the rest of your body,piccola. Every inch of you is perfect.”
His words are breaking my heart in the best way possible, and when he runs his tongue over me again, the sweetness of his confession mixes with the wild hunger he’s sparking to life, and I know I’m about to explode.
He sucks and licks and teases me with his tongue, giving me a taste of what it would feel like to have his talented mouth between my legs. When he settles himself on top of me so I can feel the solid weight of his stomach against my pussy, I gasp his name and rock my hips. He’s too tall for me to feel the cock I’m so desperate for, but his rock-hard abs are more than enough to do the trick. With one hand still fisting his hair, I drag the other down his back. My short nails trail down his spine, and when he moans, I dig in harder, loving the way his muscles tighten and move beneath my hand.
His tongue plays with my piercing while his hand grips my neck and my hips rock up for more friction. I moan his name, and he rewards me with a masculine groan around my tit and a rocking of his abs that hits my piercing right where I need him to. Gripping him tightly, his name leaves my lips on a loud cry that would embarrass the hell out of me if I was in more of a position to give a fuck.
His teeth graze my nipple, I feel his muscles tense along his back, and his deep, masculine groans are enough to prolong the orgasm that’s still thundering through me. The rough material of my jeans mixed with the way he’s keeping our bodies locked tighter heightens every tiny movement until my whole body is shaking and I’m instinctively trying to close my legs to protect my overly sensitive clit.
He lets out a wicked laugh, gives my nipple one last nip, and then raises his head. His hair is tousled, his eyes even darker, and there’s a feral look to them that I’ve never seen before. This is the side of Dario that’s always been hidden from me, the side of him that I was neverlucky enough to see before. He has the look of a man who’s seconds away from sliding into me.
“Trying to keep your sweet little pussy away from me,vipera mia?”
