Until he buries his tongue inside my pussy and reaches around my hip to stroke my clit with two fingers.
“Come for me, princess,” he whispers, licking and stroking faster. “Come for me, baby. Let me taste it. Come on my fucking face.”
I shatter like glass on concrete. I break for this fucking man, this controlling asshole beast, this sexy-as-sin killer, this everythingI should hate. I come and come, and he doesn’t stop until I’m shaking so hard I feel like I might fall over.
And finally, when I’m done, he carries me to bed. His strong arms wrap around my body, and he gently lays me down on top of the mattress. He curls up beside me, and just as he promised, he shoves his fingers into my mouth.
“Clean them off,” he commands.
And I do it. Like his filthy little slut. I lick him clean, pulse hammering between my legs the whole time.
“That’s my good girl.”
His arms wrap around me and pull me tight against his body.
Chapter 16
Fiorella
I’m pretty sure I’m just a puddle of bliss hormones as I lie in his arms.
I’ve never done anything like that before. Never been spanked, never been licked from behind, never been dominated so thoroughly.
He broke me.
In a good way, but still.
I lie there, trying to process. The first time we slept together, I was coming fresh from the trauma of nearly getting killed. That was a fit of pure adrenaline and physical need.
This was different.
Iwantedhim.
Which is crazy. I don’t have feelings like that. Ever since my sister and I went through hell together, I’ve closed myself off to relationships with men.
Especially mafia men.
Because I can’t feel safe around them. Even when they try to do right, they only ever make things worse.
It’s different with Luca. I don’t even know why.
He smells good. There’s that for a starter. It’s masculine and clean. Soapy with a hint of spice. I like it, maybe a little too much. I’m sniffing him like an eager puppy.
Then there’s the way he feels. Smooth, a little prickly from the stubble on his cheeks, as warm as an oven, and covered in rippling muscle. Every inch of this man is pure divinity.
And there’s the way he talks. That filthy freaking mouth of his. Like he doesn’t care what I think, so long as I give him what he wants. And what he wants is to make me feel so absurdly wanted that it halfway breaks my brain.
None of this makes any sense, but god, I love lying here in his arms.
I feelsafe.
And I’ve never, ever felt safe with a man like him before.
“Listen, princess, I need to ask you something.”
I pull back and blink up at him. “Hmmm? You’re still here? I was having the best dream…”
He smirks slightly. “Yeah? What kind of dream?”
