Page 31 of The Cost of Corruption
Now, he was sitting right in front of me, his eyes locked with mine. I didn’t have to content myself with old dreams and pale fantasies. This was real.
The way his eyes focused on my every movement—real.
The way his teeth hungrily grazed against his lower lip—real.
The way his whole body tensed as I gave myself entirely over to the delicious sensation spreading inside me—far too real.
“Lie down,” he commanded.
This time, I didn’t argue. I simply obeyed, falling backward against the mattress as I continued making slow circles with my fingertips. My thighs naturally widened, and my knees tented up.
I knew the position allowed him to see more—seeeverything. But strangely, I didn’t care.
In fact, I even liked it.
The sense of power I got from hearing his breath quicken was intoxicating. Knowing that it was me—innocent little Chastity Costa—causing him to burn the way I’d burned for years was more powerful than any wine or spirit in the world.
“What are you thinking about?” he demanded.
“You,” I answered honestly. “At night, I’d close my eyes and imagine you were the one touching me like this. That it was you making me feel this way.”
Another rumbling growl filled the room.
“Is that what you want?” he asked. “Do you want me to use my fingers to bring you over the edge?”
My breath hitched in my throat. Having him watch me was one thing, but actually feeling his touch somewhere so private…
I wasn’t sure I was ready for that yet.
I needed a little more time.
Maybe we could work up to it.
“I want you to kiss me like you promised,” I told him instead.
“A kiss?” The wicked laughter in his voice gave me pause. “Yeah, I can do that.”
I gasped as he bolted out of the chair, sliding his body up the mattress toward me.
But he didn’t move all the way to my lips. Instead, he slung my knees over his broad shoulders and lowered his head at my waist.
A half-second later, I cried out as I felt his version of a kiss—the heat of his mouth surrounding the folds between my legs and his tongue delving between them.
Chapter Eight
MATTEO
Damn, she tasted sweet.
Sweeter than any untouched virgin had a right to. And the sound of her shocked cries of pleasure as the tip of my tongue flicked against her swollen clit only made the moment more satisfying.
Her legs started to shake over my shoulders with each lap, and her back arched. Her hands reached down and tangled in my hair, urging me on.
“Matteo!”
Fuck, even the way she called my name sounded like a prayer of pure ecstasy.
Somehow, I’d known it would.
