Page 32 of The Cost of Corruption
How could anyone believe the hot-blooded woman currently writhing beneath my touch was made for a life of incorruptible celibacy? It was beyond me.
The fire burning in her was unmistakable.
Uncontainable.
Passion flowed out of her like a river, and I greedily drank it in. But her unrestrained moans and shivers weren’t enough to satisfy my hunger. I wanted more.
Neededmore.
Since the second Chastity had first pressed against me, my body had been humming with desire. Just the sight of her kneeling on my bed had been enough to make me go hard.
It had been a long time since just seeing a woman had affected me like that. These days, it took a hell of a lot more than a little skin and a come-hither stare to rile me up. Years of being able to purchase whatever pleasure I dreamed up had left me desensitized to anything less than the most hardcore action.
But clearly, that wasn’t the case when it came to Chastity.
Something deep within her golden eyes called to me. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t resist the pull toward her.
More importantly, I didn’t want to.
All I wanted was to dive deeper.
Her innocence should have been a turn-off. A lover I had to teach was the kind of thing I didn’t have the time for.
My days and nights ran on a strict schedule. There was notime offwhen it came to the family business. Even when I was off the clock, I was still on. That meant sexual satisfaction had to fit into a narrow window of time. Just like everything else in my life, it needed to be hard, fast, and efficient.
Spending two whole weeks guiding a virgin through the basics of pleasure wasn’t really an option.
But apparently, neither was turning her away.
And now that the taste of her was thick on my tongue, there was no way in hell I was about to let her go even an hour sooner than I had to.
Chastity Costa was mine.
All mine.
A fact that became even more clear when her thighs began to tighten around my ears, her legs convulsing with pulses of ecstasy.
“M-Matteo,” she cried, her hands now pushing against my scalp instead of pulling me closer. “You need to stop.”
“Why?” I growled against her pussy.
“Because…because something is wrong.” She gasped for air, barely able to get the words out.
I tiled my head up just enough to meet her glazed stare. “Does it hurt?”
I was going at her pretty hard. Maybe my stubble was rubbing her raw.
“No.” She shook her head. “That’s the problem. It feelstoogood. I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself.”
That wasn’t going to happen. Nothing could ruin this perfect moment. Not when she was so close to?—
Wait.
Surely, she couldn’t be worried aboutthat.
“Chastity, did you ever get all the way to an orgasm when you touched yourself?”
“I’m not sure,” she said, nervously biting into her lip. That was as good as a no. “Every time the sensation became too intense, I stopped, scared I’d lose control if I kept going.”
