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“Are you that confident in your abilities?”
“Only one way to find out.” He pushes my hair behind my ear. “What’s your answer?”
I nibble my lip, debating my options. If I become desperate, I know how to disappear without a trace and can monitor his parenting of Jinx from afar. Aurelio might be a problem, but not one I can’t handle.
“Oka—”
Before I finish agreeing, Sansone is on me, unleashing his pent-up desire with no filter. Like at Valentino’s house, he takes control of my mouth, plunging his tongue into my warm recesses. I clutch at his shirt, no longer able to tell what direction is up versus down. My back hits the bed without me knowing how I got there.
“You taste so fucking good. Better than I imagined.” Sansone rises above me and takes my hand.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he reaches for the bonds from the other night.
“Indulging.” He makes quick work of putting the shackles on me while I watch in anticipation.
“Won’t this make things difficult? I still have my clothes on.”
Sansone smiles. “Not for long.”
Cloth rending fills the air as he shreds my clothes from my body.
“You have no idea how fucking long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“I could have removed them myself.”
“But then you’d be able to wear them again. It’s blasphemy to hide behind those unflattering garments, and this way, I’ll replace what I destroy with clothes that do your body justice. Damn! The reality of you is better than all my fantasies.” He bites his lip on a groan while his gaze wanders over my body and his hand follows its trail.
My skin prickles wherever his skin meets mine.
“I hope you’re ready because I’m about to wreck you.” Sansone lowers his face, his eyes darken so much they appear more black than blue.
I swallow, wondering if I am ready. I’ve never reacted to anyone the way I do with him.
He skims his lips over my skin. “You have no fucking idea how often I’ve taken myself in hand because the mere thought of you crossed my mind, and the only way I could concentrate was imagining doing all manner of things to you. Like this.”
I gasp as he engulfs my nipple in his hot mouth. Sensations zip through my body faster than I can filter them.
“So good.” Sansone draws harder on my bud, switching from one to the other, ensuring both receive the same level of attention.
I writhe, not knowing if I’m begging for more or attempting to escape the onslaught. “Sansone…”
“Be still, mia ragazzaccia. I haven’t begun to enjoy myself, and all your squirming will accomplish is a premature end to what I’ve longed to savor.”
“So you’re not up to the challenge?” I gasp as he bites down on my nipple.
“Don’t poke the bear.” A hellish fire gleams behind his eyes.
I grin, not fearing him. Although I don’t know where this confidence comes from, I’m certain I’m safe in his arms. This is new for me, as I have a short list of people I trust with my safety. Yet in less time than it took me to vet Omari and Yemaya, whom I’ve never met face-to-face, I’ve already placed myself in Sansone’s hands to do whatever he wants, knowing instinctively he won’t go too far. Even under provocation.
He licks my skin, sucking at my extra flesh, paying a sloppy, guttural homage to my body. His beard pricks against my flesh, enhancing the way he plays my body to his desires. Although I’mnot self-conscious about my image, if I were, his devotion to me would eradicate the doubts in my mind.
He lowers himself, bit by bit until his face is even with my pussy.
“Look at that. You really are a ragazzaccia.” He swipes his fingers between my labia and raises the shining digits for me to see. “Were you going to let all this honey go to waste without offering me a taste?” He sucks his fingers inside his mouth and closes his eyes in ecstasy, and a gush of liquid seeps from between my thighs.
I try to clench, but I’m laid out spread eagle with no way of relieving the ache on my own. “You aren’t fulfilling your promise,” I groan.
“Don’t rush me. I’m a perfectionist at everything I do and making you come will be my magnum opus.” He lowers his face again and blows on my clit before swiping his tongue along the sensitive nerve-filled bud.
