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My core clenches and flutters with every wave of ecstasy. My inner walls spasm on the tip of his tongue. Passionate moans and gasps rush from my throat. The orgasm seems to go on forever, with multiple mini-orgasms ripping through me before I finally come down. Massimo’s tongue follows my movements, and as I feel the afterglow, he releases his grip and slows his tongue to a stop. As soon as he pulls away, I miss it, even though I’m spent.
Now I get to make a request.
And I know exactly what it will be.
CHAPTER 17
Massimo
Lea is tied to my bed.
Beautifully ravaged, skin glistening with sweat, and pleasure radiating in her gorgeous green eyes. All I can give her, at least, without claiming her innocence.
I’m certainly tempted. My cock has been throbbing in my pants since I pulled her jeans down. But I can’t, no matter how much I want her. I’ve already let her become too much of a distraction. Let her awaken things that should have stayed dead until I was in the ground. The more time I spend with her, the more confused I get—about my feelings, desires, and the life I’ve made peace with giving up.
“Thank you for letting me taste you,bambina,” I say softly, my hands moving to her wrists so I can untie her.
“You’re thanking me?” she laughs, biting down on her bottom lip. “I’ve never feltanythinglike that.”
I remove the ties binding her hands and feet, then drape them on the chair. Lea rolls over on her stomach, and I see the color on her ass. I made sure she enjoyed the spanking I gave her. It wasn’t punishment this time, even if it hurt a little.
“Don’t forget that I get to make a request,” Lea says coyly, sliding to the edge of the bed and sitting up. “Anything I want, remember?”
“Within reason,” I reply. “There are things that are off limits, and I think you know what they are.”
Unease flickers in Lea’s eyes. Yeah, she knows what the boundaries are, but she doesn’t like it. But then the unease fades and she smiles, moving closer to me with a look in her eyes I’ve never seen before. A hunger that almost matches mine. But why? I know she’s spent. I made damn sure of that.
“I want you to tell me to open my mouth,” she whispers, meeting my gaze.
“Lea,” I sigh, my cock twitching in my pants. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
My dick has been starved for attention for far too long, but those desires have been wrapped up in malice and poison so long I barely recognized them when Lea brought them to the surface. I certainly want her, and I don’t mean her mouth. I want to claim her, mark her, and make her mine. If the circumstances were different, I wouldn’t have asked to taste her—I would have demanded it, and that would have just been the beginning.
“I’m asking for the same thing you did,” she says. “I want to taste you.”
I take a step closer and trace the curve of her jaw. She leans against my hand, closes her eyes, and when my thumb drags across her lips, she kisses it. Then I feel her tongue and I imagine how incredible it would be. It would be easy to give in. Too easy. That’s a dangerous game, and one I’m not sure a sweet, innocent virgin is ready to play.
Which means I have to scare her. That’ll make her rethink her request.
“You want to taste me?” I say threateningly, leaning down until my lips are against my ear. “It’ll be more than a taste. If I tell you to open your mouth, and you do it like a good girl does, you’re not just getting a taste. I’ll fuck your mouth, just like I would fuck that tight virgin pussy between your legs.”
“Oh, god,” she whimpers, and goosebumps rise across her skin.
“You can’t handle a man like me,bambina,” I say, my words getting firmer as my hand moves along her back until I have a handful of curls. I pull her head back, forcing her to look me in the eyes. “I’ve been gentle with you. I’ve made itallabout you, even when I was punishing you. I’d destroy you, Lea. Unleash something you don’t even understand.”
She swallows hard, but the hunger doesn’t leave her eyes. If anything, it seems to get more intense. My cock twitches again. I can only hold back for so long, and it seems like my resolve may break before hers does. I tighten my grip on her hair, making her wince.
“I’ve made my request,” she whispers. “Are you going to honor it? You said you would, unless I asked for something impossible.”
“Damn it,bambina,” I snarl, my free hand moving to my cock. I rub it through my pants, fighting the urges that flourish. “You could ask for anything right now. I’ve still got the taste of you on my tongue. You could ask for more—I’ll spread your legs and make you scream. Make you come so many times you forget your own fucking name. Ask for that, Lea. Don’t ask for this.”
“That’s not what I want,” she says, putting her hand on mine, following the same motions I do as I stroke my length through my pants. “This is what I want.”
My hand falls away, but hers doesn’t. Her fingers brush against my hardness, bringing even more confusing thoughts to the surface. My resolve is breaking. Maybe it broke the moment I heard those words leave her lips. I push her hand away, taking a step back and glaring at her.
“Are you sure?” I ask. “Last chance, Lea. I mean that.”
The hunger in her eyes doesn’t wane. My cock throbs against the fabric prison so hard it aches. I grit my teeth as I imagine her warm, wet mouth taking my length.
