Page 99 of Wrong Pawn. Right Capo.

“That’s my woman. So fucking greedy for me...” he says proudly, with dark, hooded eyes fixed on my face, drinking in the sight of my total undoing as he fucks me slowly into oblivion with his fingers.

He shoves a third finger into me slowly. It feels like too much, and not nearly enough at the same time. When he pulls his fingers out at once, he presses his soaked thumb against my lips. “Open those pretty lips for me.”

I obey without hesitation, sucking the taste of my arousal off his thumb.

“Good girl… Now, taste yourself,” he mumbles, pushing the second finger into my mouth. “Suck them clean.”

I’m so fucking wet that my juices drip down my thighs. A fresh whimper escapes me, and I squirm beneath him.

He withdraws his fingers. “Words, Principessa. Tell me what you want.” The strain in his voice tells me he’s seconds from breaking apart, himself.

“I want to cum, Adriano,” I gasp. “Please... just make me cum.”

“Oh, how I love it when you beg me. Your wish is my command, Principessa.” He growls as he wraps his other hand around my throat and then drives those three fingers inside me again, moving them skillfully and hitting all the right spots over and over again, until my pleas turn into breathless gasps.

My hips buck violently against his hand, and I convulse around him, but he doesn’t stop. He fucks me through the entire orgasm, his eyes never leaving mine until I’m a limp, shaking mess, gasping for air and drenched in my own wetness.

Adriano releases my throat and pulls his fingers out of me. His veiny, swollen dick presses against my stomach, fueling an insatiable hunger in my body.

Now... it’s my turn to return the pleasure.

“Wait here,” I say, pushing weakly against his chest.

Adriano pulls back, searching my face. “Is everything okay?” The deep, instant concern in his voice makes me smile. I swear, I’m the luckiest woman in the world.

“I want to show you something.”

“Can’t it wait?” He groans playfully. “I’m kinda busy here.” He places a soft kiss on my temple, then brushes his stubble against my cheek.

“You’ll like it.” My voice is tinged with post-orgasmic excitement and anticipation. “Just... give me a minute.”

Earlier this week, I’d gotten an idea to spice up our bedroom escapades even more, and now was the perfect time to execute it.

I slip from the bed and move to the closet, pulling out the surprise and hiding it behind my back as I turn to him.

He looks like he’s about to protest, but instead he sighs and leans back against the bed, watching me with a look of impatience. “Fifty-eight seconds starting now.”

I hurry into the bathroom and slip into the black lace lingerie set I bought from Kiki de Montparnasse. I felt a bit self-conscious when I saw it on the mannequin, considering the pregnancy weight I gained with Lucia, especially around my hips and stomach, but the sales attendant had been very convincing.

When I step out, Adriano is resting on the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. I clear my throat, pulling his attention to me.

He sits up slowly, drinking in every inch of my body with his eyes. Goosebumps spread across my skin from the intensity of his gaze.

“Do you like it?” I ask, spinning to give him a full view. It’s unlike anything I’d normally wear, and I force down the creeping fear screaming in my head that I’m not sexy enough.

Adriano shakes his head like he doesn’t trust himself to utter a word. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I know he doesn’t necessarily care about what I wear, but what if he doesn’t find me sexy in it?

“Uh… say something.”

“Forgive me if my cock is straining so hard that I can’t talk. I’m literally dying trying not to cum on myself like a fucking teenager.”

His words make my cheeks flame.

“Come here,” he rasps.

Not yet.

I cross the room, connecting my phone to the speakers. A slow, sultry sound fills the air, and I roll my hips in rhythm. “Let’s dance.”