Page 25 of Double Trouble for the Mafia Prince

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"You’re going to beg for it, Gianna," I say, eyes fixed on the flushed seam between her thighs. "Eventually."

Her thighs twitch.

I don’t let her close them.

I grip one and hook it over my shoulder, the other over the opposite side.

She’s mine now, bracketed, open, straining.

I nudge forward, close enough to inhale her, to savor the scent of clean skin and arousal already cresting high.

I drag my tongue up her slit, slow and deliberate, savoring the sharp inhale she tries to muffle.

She tastes like heat and salt and control cracking apart one tremble at a time.

"You like being watched, don’t you?" I whisper against her. "Even if it’s just by me."

Her head tips back, lips parting, but she still hasn’t spoken.

Stubborn girl.

Fine.

Let’s see how long that lasts.

I lick her again, this time circling her clit without touching it.

She shifts, almost unconsciously, chasing the pressure.

I don’t give it to her.

"Say something."

"Go to hell."

I grin, licking her inner thigh instead, slow and lazy.

"Already been. Found it boring. But you?—"

Another lick.

Closer to the center now.

"You taste like a sin I’d commit twice."

She jerks when I graze her clit at last, just a flick.

I suck it into my mouth for a heartbeat, then let go.

Her hips twitch.

I hold them down with both hands.

"No moving unless I say."

"You think you can?—"

I interrupt her with a firm suck, slow and deep, then withdraw entirely.

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