Page 83 of Vicious Kingdom

I let out a strangled cry. “Why won’t you just touch me?”

“It’s not part of the game. But it is my turn so…dare.”

“I dare you to make me come.” I never said anything so quickly in my life.

A wicked grin spread across Leo’s face. His eyes darkened to obsidian as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly dragged them down my legs. The air felt cool against my exposed flesh, making me shiver with anticipation.

His voice was gravel and sin. “I thought you would never ask.”

His mouth descended on me without warning, his tongue making one long, deliberate stroke through my folds. The sensation was so intense, so perfect that my head fell back against the couch, a gasp tearing from my throat.

“Oh, yes!” I breathed, fingers instinctively tangling in his hair.

Leo hummed against my sensitive flesh, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wider as he settled more comfortably between them. The heat of his breath mingled with the coolness of the air, creating a delicious contrast that made me shiver.

His tongue circled my clit with expert precision, applying just enough pressure to build the tension without pushing me over too quickly. When he closed his lips around the sensitive bud, I swore stars exploded.

A finger slid inside me. The feel of his sudden presence in my most intimate place was…right. Another joined it, stretching and filling me with a perfect and exquisite pressure. The rhythm was torturously slow at first, teasing me, sending heated tremors through every fiber of my being. His mouth stayed relentless on my clit, keeping me just on the edge of sanity, licking and sucking in turn.

I pressed against him, inviting him, encouraging him!

Fingertips pressing up against that delicious spot deep inside, pushing me higher. I writhed beneath him, my breath coming fast and shallow. My body screamed for release, every muscle taut and straining. Leo increased his pace, mouth and fingers working in devastating tandem until my entire world narrowed to the overwhelming onslaught of sensation. I was so close. Heat coiled tight in my belly, ready to spring.

From down below, Tony’s garbled greeting and Penelope’s squeal had me sitting up straight.

“Don’t you dare fucking lose it,” Leo snarled. He pushed me down and increased his pace. “You are going to fucking come on my face, Anna.”

I whimpered.

I was right there!

“Come on, baby, show me what a dirty little girl you are,” he growled, his tongue sliding against my clit.

It was that.

It worked.

I came so hard, biting down on my hand to keep back the scream of release.

Leo launched to his feet a moment later, jogging down the steps and blocking Mancini’s arrival. I scrambled for my clothes, body still alive from the intensity of the orgasm.

Chapter 28 – Leonardo

“Ciao, fratello,” I called out, clattering down the stairs.

Sandro tore his gaze from his wife and the baker to stare at me. Surprise and caution flickered through his face. Had he forgotten about our meeting? That was hard to believe, since the IRS sent yet another letter to Baldwin Acquisitions. As I feared, our trust was now under suspicion, and we were going to spend the evening going over the accounts, making sure there wasn’t a single red flag for them to dig up.

“What are you doing here?” he clipped out in Italian.

At his words, my chest fell. The man was so wrapped up in his wife that he’d forgotten about his own brother. The appointment we’d set.Ourbusiness. I was an afterthought.

Battling back the hurt, I answered in our native tongue. “Having a date with my fiancée. Hey, funny thing old Tony told me. Did you know she was Serena’s friend? They went to school together. They hung outallthe time. And…funnily enough…she’s been coming to this bakery, has had Tony wrapped around her little finger…for years.Years, Sandro.”

My brother was at a loss for words. He stood there, staring back at me. He knew. It was there in his eyes. He knew about Annaliese, and he’d never said a damn word.

“What kind of a dumbass are you?” Penelope rolled her eyes at me. Her pronunciation was less than perfect, but the meaning came across as she struggled through the romance language. “You didn’t realize your girl was our friend? Whose fault is that?”

“Vespina,” Sandro warned.