She dropped her gaze. “But I understand if you’re not interested. I’m not… experienced at any of this. I’ve never done any of it. You’d be the first.” She brought her eyes back to mine, a challenge in them, daring me to make fun of her.
I’d thought I couldn’t get any harder, but I was wrong. I brought a hand to her cheek and caressed the skin, dropping my thumb to rub across her lips. A stray thought occurred to me while I was imagining sliding my thick length between her plump pout.
“If this is another game, Chiara… you should know… there’s no going back. No matter what you do, short of killing me, this means that from this moment on, you’re mine. Not Giacomo’s, not a Chicago De Luca. You are mine, and mine alone.”
A light flared in her eyes. It was possessiveness. I recognized its twin in me.
“It’s not a game,” she said, “but if it was… you wouldn’t care? You wouldn’t be worried?”
I shook my head calmly. “I’d take my chances to win you. Nothing you throw at me will change how I feel.”
“That’s quite the turnaround after the last time,” she mused.
I shook my head. “It’s not. While tangling with you is fun, tesora, it’s been that way since we met, and not even that botched job changed it. I tried to pretend it did, but it didn’t work. I saved you from punishment because you’re mine. No one touches what is mine.”
She stared at me, a pulse beating in her throat, emotions I couldn’t name flashing through her eyes. “Do you promise?” she asked after a long time.
“I vow on my honor and my life,” I stated solemnly. “You are mine, and I will never let you go.”
She held my gaze a moment longer, and then her hand fell to the zipper of my slacks. She tugged it down, which was a tight fit, given how I pushed it out, but she managed. I lifted my hips to help as she delved her hand inside the material of my boxers and pulled me free.
“Tell me what to do,” she muttered as she brought both hands up to wrap around my girth.
She pumped them lightly up and down, making my toes curl. Inexpert or not, her touch reduced me to rubble.
“You’re doing fine, so fine, I’m going to blow my load long before I want to,” I grunted, raising my hips to sink deeper into her grip.
“That’s not very good teaching.” She shot me a disappointed look.
I tried to pull it together. “Okay, tesora. Stick your tongue out and lick the tip,” I told her and shuddered when she complied.
I wrapped a hand in her silky black hair and held her head firmly as I angled myself into her mouth. “Now, sink down and take all you can.”
She looked me in the eye as she did it. Her mouth was so hot and small, her tongue pressed against my shaft, and I barely stopped myself from raising my hips and fucking her hard.
With one hand in her hair and the other fisting a pillow, I let her explore. She licked me all over, sucked and nibbled. She played with me in every way she could find until my orgasm rushed over me, too hard and fast to stop.
I grabbed her face. “Hold still, tesora, and swallow me down,” I commanded, pumping into her willing mouth before exploding across her tongue.
She swallowed the thick surges of my cum, and licked me clean afterward. I stared at her in awe the entire time.
“You’re a good teacher,” she said finally, licking her lips and leaving a sheen on them I couldn’t look away from. “You’re an apt student,” was all I could manage.
She smiled at me, then rested her head against my leg. “I’m glad we’re not fighting anymore,” she said quietly.
My heart beat hard at her words. “So am I.”
CHAPTER10
Chiara
Iclutched my phone so hard in my hand that it creaked as I listened to my brother’s line ring and ring. I’d been holed up in Antonio’s fortress-style apartment for two days, and I’d yet to hear what Giacomo wanted me to do.
My brother always had an ulterior motive, but he was taking his sweet time letting me know what it was.
I fiddled with the rolled waistband of Antonio’s joggers I’d found in his room. I wasn’t going to lounge about all day naked, and wearing that tight dress from last night was a different kind of torture. It sent all kinds of images through my head that made me hot and bothered.
I’d thought maybe Antonio’s bedroom door would be locked, but it hadn’t been. I might have spent far too long looking around his things. So, sue me. He’d already seen the worst thieving side of me, I might as well satisfy my curiosity about the man. Besides, the whole place smelled divine, just like him.