Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
She blinked several times as her lower lip quivered.
Damn, she was an excellent actress.
“My… holes are yours to… use,” she breathed.
“Brava ragazza.”
I circled her clit with the tip of my middle finger. “Now tell me what a bad girl you are.”
“Please don’t make me.”
I pulled free of her ass and picked up my leather belt again. In swift succession, I gave her several painful swipes.
Her hips shifted in her effort to evade the punishing leather kiss. “I’m a bad girl! I’m a bad girl!”
I swept the leather belt across her upper thighs, just below the curve of her ass. “Do you promise to behave from now on?”
“I promise!”
The moment those words left her salty, tear-wet lips, I swept my arm across the desk and cleared the surface before snatching her around her hips and lifting her onto it.
“What are you—”
I ripped her panties all the way off and spread her knees. “Shhh, don’t question your schoolmaster.”
Pushing my head between her thighs, I swept my tongue between her pussy lips. She was already slick with cream, proving how much she secretly enjoyed her punishment.
She lurched up onto her elbows. “You can’t kiss me there!”
God fucking bless the misogynistic Neanderthals who thought a woman’s orgasm was secondary to their own. Those meatheads will forever be denied the pleasure of watching a woman come undone just from using the tip of their tongue.
They would never taste the sweet nectar of her arousal. Nor would they ever appreciate the power and satisfaction that came from knowing you stimulated not just her body, but her brain. It was why a pathetic number of men thought the female orgasm was a myth.
They would never know the secret was fucking both her pussy and her mind.
Running my palms down the backs of her thighs, I gripped her ass, relishing her hissed response to my fingers sinking into her punished skin. “Get used to it, colomba mia birichina. I plan on feasting on this sweet pussy at least once a day.”
With the tip of my tongue, I flicked and teased her clit, swirling it around the sensitive nub until her hips rose off the desk.
“That’s it, babygirl. Show me how much you like having your ass whipped.”
Her fingers threaded through my hair. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
I squeezed her ass cheeks then pushed my tongue into her cunt before returning to torment her clit. Against her sensitive flesh I rasped, “This is only a taste. When I get you home, I’m going to tie you to my bed and whip your ass with my leather riding crop.”
Her hips bucked, and my scalp lit up where she pulled sharply on my hair.
I flicked my tongue rapidly over her clit. “Then I’m going to shove the handle so deep inside your ass you’ll feel it in your stomach.”
Her thighs tightly clamped around my head. “Oh, no! I’m… I’m…”
“And that’s when I’ll pound my cock into this cute cunt of yours until I fill it with my come.”
She screamed as her head pitched backward while her back arched.
I rose to my full height and savored her flavor, sweeping my finger over my lips then sucking the tip.
Wrapping my hands around her hips, I pulled down her dress hem and raised her to a seated position on the edge of the desk. With a bent finger under her chin, I forced her glassy, unfocused eyes back to my gaze. “I’ll expect you in Abruzzo in a week.”
I gave her a hard kiss on the mouth. “I’m warning you. Don’t make me return to Sicily to claim you.”
CHAPTER 19
ELLA
After swallowing my fear at his threat, I silently nodded.
I had to leave my father's office quickly, before the staff noticed and figured out what had occurred. I slipped off the desk and almost fell before grabbing the edge of it. My knees were like jelly and my head spun.
The moment Matteo left, a chill had run over my body, goose bumps rising on my arms. He seemed to have taken all the warmth with him.
Damn that man.
My only saving grace was he was not here to see the aftereffects of the intense orgasm he had just given me. I doubted his male ego needed any additional stroking.
After taking a deep breath to steady myself, I wobbled over to my sister’s high heels and forced my feet inside. While smoothing her dress over my hips, I pulled the zipper back up over my breasts and left the office.
As I stepped toward the door, I almost tripped over my panties on the floor. Doing my best to ignore the fiery blush that crossed my cheeks, I picked them up, crushed them tightly in my hand, and returned to my bedroom.
I'd barely crossed the threshold when a deep chuckle filled the air.
Antonia was lounging on an upholstered chair near my bedroom window, my cello across her lap like a guitar. She strummed the strings, making a terrible screeching sound. “Did you have fun, dear sister?”