Page 125 of Vicious Kingdom

Muttering a string of Italian that was likely full of expletives, Leo’s head fell back against the books with a soft thud. Itook my time, savoring him, drawing out each movement until his breathing grew ragged. The danger of our location only heightened everything—the taste of him, the way his muscles tensed beneath my touch, the barely contained sounds rumbling.

I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, feeling his restraint beginning to fracture. The shelves creaked as he pressed against them, his fingers tightening in my hair.

“Anna.” He whispered my name like a prayer. “You’re going to make me—”

Footsteps echoed at the end of the aisle. I froze, Leo tensed, and we both held our breath as an elderly woman shuffled past the row, oblivious to our presence behind the travel guides to Southeast Asia.

When she disappeared, I looked up at him with mischief in my eyes. His expression was a delicious mix of desperation and warning. I resumed my ministrations with renewed enthusiasm, working him with my hand and mouth until I felt him swell.

“Cara,” he warned, tugging gently at my hair.

I ignored his warning, taking him deep. A delicious power surged through me as I sucked and swallowed his length. He twitched inside my mouth. I worked with enthusiasm, loving the taste, the feel, the scent, a heady combination that was all him.

Lifting my eyes, I met his dark gaze.

He was enraptured.

A customer’s footsteps approached our aisle. Leo stiffened, his eyes widening in warning. I slowed but didn’t stop, maintaining eye contact as I took him deeper. The footsteps paused at the end of our row. Leo casually pulled a book from the shelf, pretending to read while his other hand remained tangled in my hair. The stranger moved on, oblivious to our intimate moment just feet away.

As soon as the footsteps faded, Leo’s restraint crumbled. His grip tightened in my hair as his hips jerked forward. I felt him throb against my tongue as he chased his release. His strokes were vicious—savage! I braced myself against his thighs, loving how he took charge of his pleasure.

Loving that it was me giving that to him!

Leo tensed and then came with a barely suppressed groan, his eyes never leaving mine. I swallowed everything he gave me, relishing the way his powerful body trembled under my control.

When I finally released him, his chest was heaving. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, feeling smug and powerful as I watched him struggle to compose himself.

“Dio mio,” he whispered, stroking his knuckles down my cheeks. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

A soft gasp from the end of the aisle made me freeze, his cock still buried down my throat.

Leo’s eyes blinked closed, snapped back open, and then he turned to face the customer.

An elderly woman stood there, clutching a cookbook to her chest, her mouth forming a perfect O of shock. “The travel section is quite…stimulating,” she finally said with a knowing smile, before turning and shuffling away.

Leo and I stared at each other for a heartbeat before dissolving into muffled laughter. I released him before I choked. He helped me stand before tucking himself away.

“That was…something else,” he murmured, the sensual praise going straight to my head.

My knees protested after being pressed against the rough carpet. “Just keeping you on your toes.”

His thumb rubbed my bottom lip hard before pushing into my mouth. “Who knew my wife was such a dirty little thing?”

I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Suck, cara, suck my thumb.” He pressed his palm against my pussy, rubbing it outside the jeans.

Lord help me, I did.

“I want you thinking about what I’m going to do to you later.” He pressed harder. “Wonder what it will feel like to have me thrusting inside you.”

A whimper escaped me.

And he smiled knowingly. “Come on, trouble, let’s get out of here before they call the cops on us.”

Pussy drenched and aching, I followed him to the motorcycle. Gods above and devils below, I had it bad for this man.

Chapter 44 – Leonardo