Page 15 of Bastard Prince
“I know exactly how I’m gonna punish you, Francesca,” he murmured, his gaze sliding from my face down to my chest, then lower still. Enzo dropped to his knees at the end of the couch, and I watched as he licked his lips, that devilish smirk something I could feel in my bones. He dragged one hand lightly up my leg, starting at my ankle and working his way up. When his hand slipped beneath the edge of my dress, Enzo winked at me and said, “Torture.”
With that, he vanished beneath the bottom half of my dress, his mouth picking up right where his fingers left off. Enzo pressed a hot kiss to the inside of my knee, then higher on the soft skin of my inner thigh. I sighed as he switched to the other side, his hands clamping around my thighs and pressing my legs farther apart, granting himself better access. As I stared down at him, something caught my eye and I almost gasped out loud.
Enzo was wearing his wedding ring, the dark band sitting proud on his finger. For a moment, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, marveling at how it looked so completelyrightthere, his tattooed hand seeming like it had been made to hold that ring, and my arousal increased at the thought. That one little gesture meant so much to me, the action saying more about his intentions in this relationship than his words ever could. I opened my mouth to tell him, but all that left me was a breathy moan.
Enzo alternated between gentle kisses, teasing licks, and surprising nips. He bounced from one leg to the other, slowly making his way closer to the apex of my thighs, his never repeating pattern of touches making me squirm. When he neared his destination, Enzo sat back, his handsome face coming back into view and smiling wickedly at the disappointed noise that I couldn’t stop from escaping my lips.
He didn’t stay that way long, however, and after grasping the hem of my dress and tossing it up over my belly, exposing my black lace panties to the room, Enzo was right back at it.
I groaned when he licked a long trail up the inside of my leg from my knee to the crease of my hip.
I sighed when he dragged his blunt nails down the outside of my hips, following the curve of my ass and then sinking his fingers in, grabbing a handful of each cheek.
But I damn near screamed when he opened wide and engulfed my entire pussy, panties and all, in his hot mouth. I could feel his tongue working me through the thin fabric, the rough scrape of the lace against my most delicate flesh creating a cacophony of sensations that threatened to overwhelm my brain.
With my feet dangling a good six inches off the floor and my ass cheeks held firmly in Enzo’s grip, I had no choice but to let him direct my hips, unable to gain enough purchase on my shoulder blades alone to garner any control of the situation. Enzo used his hands on my behind to practically drag my body up and down, his warm breath fanning across my abdomen as he drew his lips away. I could feel the gentle press of his teeth against my flesh, and the thought of him biting, of marking me—there, no less—had me close to coming already, and he hadn’t even really touched me yet. I closed my eyes, prepared to ride his face to the finish line, when a sudden sharp slap against my ass had me snapping to attention.
“Eyes on me, Francesca.”
Licking my dry lips, all I could do was nod, totally entranced by the sight before me. Enzo, with his hair messed up, eyes wild and lips damp, looked like the worst kind of temptation, and it was impossible to look away.
“Good girl,” he growled, eyes dropping to my damp panties again. “Good fucking girl.”
Dropping my ass back to the arm of the chair, Enzo started rubbing one thumb over my clit, his circles increasing in pressure gradually, and with every swipe, I climbed higher, my hands gripping the cushion beneath me as he worked me into a frenzy. Not taking his eyes off what he was doing, Enzo suddenly slipped his fingers beneath the gusset of my panties, yanking them to the side and fully exposing me to his gaze. I shivered as the cool air touched my hot flesh, but it was only a moment before Enzo dove in, running his tongue along my slit from bottom to top, holding my eyes the whole time.
It was such a fucking turn on, watching him as he consumed me, knowing he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and knowing we both liked it.
Hell, I was fucking loving it.
Enzo worked fast, his sure strokes and expert flicks driving me up and up relentlessly. I let out a moan of pure salaciousness when he inserted his two fingers quick and deep, adding their ministrations to the symphony he was conducting between my legs.
“Enzo,” I groaned, my breathing coming in fast pants, so close to the end I could almost taste it.
When suddenly, he stopped.
My moan cut off mid breath, and I blinked dazedly as he smirked down at me, the glint in his eyes filled with pure amusement.
Needless to say, I was not amused.
“What the hell, Enzo?” I asked, my cheeks flaming when I realized he was standing above me, staring down at my messy starfish pose on his leather furniture. “What are you doing?” Or, not doing, I guessed. I just wanted him to finish what he had started.
“I told you, babe,” he replied, staring at his fingers as they glistened with the evidence of my arousal. Placing his wet fingers in his mouth, he looked back down at me as he drew them out slowly, his dark gaze pinning me in place. “Torture.”
With that, he winked, then stuffed his hands in his pockets and strode from the room, leaving me confused, frustrated, and more than a little unfulfilled.
That bastard.
CHAPTER FOUR
Francesca
“Deeper. Oh, that feels so good. You can go even deeper; I know you can.”
I was trying not to blush at the words coming out of Derek’s mouth, but I was completely unsuccessful. The man, while usually acting completely ridiculous and over the top, was seriously killing it today.
And, most shocking of all, he was behaving like a consummate professional.
I mean, as professional as a man working for an adult entertainment website could be, of course.
