I roll my eyes. “It’s not smut. It’s called romance.”
“You mean sex with a side of romance?”
I walk over to him and slap him in the middle of the chest. He grabs my hand as I go to take it back. His eyes darken, and the same lust that had been lingering during dinner is burning through.
“Careful, Mia. You know what they say about messing with the bull.”
“Something about a horn?” I flutter my eyelashes, trying to look innocent.
“Something like that,” he growls out.
I lock my eyes on his lips as I purposely lick my own.
“Lo,” I whimper.
“What is it,mio piccolo angelo?”
Every time he uses the term of endearment my heart melts a little more. I don’t know when it started, but I know I’ve never heard him use it with anyone else, not even Sofia and Izzy, so I feel like he picked it out especially for me.
He brushes my hair out of my face. Usually I wear it up, but I wore it down and curled today. I know how much guys like girls with long hair.
“I need you to do something for me.” I say it so low it’s barely a whisper.
“Anything.”
“It hurts. I need you to make it feel better.”
His eyes turn to worry. “What hurts? Where? Show me.”
I back away and peel my shirt over my head. I reach back and drop my bra to the floor. Then I pull my skirt and panties down in one movement.
“My body hurts. It needs you to kiss it and make it feel better.”
His eyes hungrily take in my body. I know the moment he catches the mark he left on my neck. His eyes flare with pride at the sight. I could have covered it up with makeup, but I wanted to gauge his reaction.
“Mia, if we do this, we can’t go back. I told you before. I won’t fuck you, but if you want to do other things, it will change our relationship. We’ll never be able to go back to just friends. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“It’s already too late, Lo. We already can’t go back. Ineedyou.Please.”
The moment his decision is made is palpable. His eyes change. Before they were pleading with me to stop him, but now they are devouring me. Now they look as if they could burn me alive with the fire behind them.
I should be scared. I should want to run away. Instead, I want to dance in the fire. I want to feel the flames singe my skin. I want the scars to remind me of the wildest time in my life. No matter what the outcome, there is nothing more I want in this moment.
Lo takes his suit jacket off and folds it before laying it on his desk. “I want you on all fours in the middle of the bed.”
I give him a questioning look as he begins to unbutton his dress shirt.
“Now!” he demands, sending me into motion.
I crawl onto his bed and position myself on all fours. I feel him behind me as he unzips his pants. I turn to look over my shoulder, but his voice stops me.
“Eyes ahead,mio piccolo angelo.”
His commanding voice makes me wet. I never thought I would love a man to dominate me, but the way he is now is turning me on more than I could have ever imagined. I’m bent over, ears straining to pick up his movements. Not knowing where he is or what he’s doing is heightening my other senses.
There’s an audible whoosh before I feel a sting of pain on my ass, causing my thighs to quiver.
“That’s for being naughty at dinner.” He rubs the spot his hand hit, and the soothing movement along with the bite of pain makes my center contract around empty air, begging to be filled. His hand lands on my other ass cheek, and I whimper with need. “Are you okay, Mia?” he asks with a little concern in his voice, but he still rubs the area.
