Page 20 of Sacred Blood

“If you weren’t at your limit right now, piccina, you’d be getting another round with the cane.” Tano paused to savor my obvious apprehension, then added, “You may just get another round anyway, if you continue with this insolence.”

“I would love some water. Thank you, Sir,” I quickly amended.

“Better.” Still naked, he stalked off to the mini bar, giving me my first view of his muscular ass, and what an ass. I never considered myself to be a person who loved specific body parts on men, like my girlfriend, Sonja. She loved inked arms on men—the bigger the arms and the more tattoos, the better. Shay, my newer friend and fellow nurse liked her men slender and smiling, and her women tall and strong. And although Janet might claim her favorite qualities were stability and maturity, all her crushes had the same rugged features, blue eyes and stubbled chins.

Me? I analyzed the full picture, looking for balance. I liked a broad set of shoulders and powerful pecs, but not if they came with a side of skinny legs. And I admit I could be picky. A robust body with a thin voice was an instant turn-off. A pretty face could be ruined by a honking laugh. Physical balance was always what drew me and never had I seen a more perfectly balanced physique than Tano’s. Not huge, but too big to be a model, and big enough to hold me up and fuck me hard.

He turned just as I was licking my lips. A smirk appeared when he caught me staring.

“You like what you see.”

It wasn’t a question; he knew I was enjoying the view. He took his time, walking back to me with the water in his hands, giving me ample opportunity to study the front of his body. His chest, the way it merged with his rippling, well-defined abs. The tautness of his thighs, contracting with each step reminded me of an athlete, a runner specifically. And his cock, hard and jutting straight out towards me, at eye level when he stopped and handed me the plastic bottle.

Suddenly parched, I downed half the bottle in record time and placed it on the bed next to me. I had to lean way back on my elbows to gaze up at him. His proximity spoke volumes; he wasn’t done with me yet.

“Tell me, Allegra—”

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped testily. “I hate that name. It sounds like someone gargling.”

That was a mistake. I could almost see him filing that away in a mental cabinet of information.

“Tell me…Gabriella.” He lifted a brow, and when I rolled my eyes with grudging acceptance, he went on, “How did you manage to get Gigi Carter’s identification, not to mention your certifications in the name of Gaby Cala?”

Crap! I was hoping to have more time before being confronted with that, and Gaetano struck me as a man who didn’t ask questions unless he already had a good idea as to the answers. But he couldn’t possibly know I ended my practicum early. Only Sonja and I knew those details.

“I had a friend who helped me with that,” I finally answered.

Tano put his foot on the bed, his shin brushing my arm.

“Is this friend male or female?”

What a weird question. I was about to tell him none of his damn business when he gripped my hair tightly in his fist. The shift in his position moved his cock within an inch of my lips.

“Open your mouth, Gabriella.”

I’d always preferred Gabriella to Allegra and hearing it come out of his mouth in that low sexy growl, was a powerful aphrodisiac. Desire spiked through me to my clit, setting off a deep throbbing heat low in my belly.

The stinging of my scalp forced me to be a good girl and obey his demand. I licked my lips before parting them but was woefully unprepared for his cock to shove to the back of my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering.

“Swallow,” he ordered.

I couldn’t breathe, my hands hammered on his thighs. He pulled back enough to ease the pressure in my throat and then slammed back in. Tears trickled down my face from my watering eyes. He was taking my mouth the same way he’d penetrated my tight rosebud, without tenderness, without consideration…and I loved it.

Slobber dribbled from the corners of my mouth and down my chin to drip onto my shirt. He pulled out.

“Woman or man?”

“Woman,” I panted.

He shoved his dick back in my mouth. But I was prepared this time, tentatively swallowing his swollen head when he pressed the back of my throat.

Tano growled. “That’s it, Gabriella. Suck my cock deep in your throat for Daddy.”

Daddy?

I sucked his cock with new enthusiasm. He muttered and groaned as he fed his cock down my throat. I was powerless, a dirty whore getting my face fucked and I loved it! The burning in my throat and the sting in my eyes just seemed to add to the power exchange. The most gorgeous man I’d ever seen was having his way with me. And that he couldn’t seem to get enough of me tapped into feelings of worth, beauty and power whirling around inside for the first time since taking Timo behind the gardener shed and teaching him a thing or two.

Tano stopped pumping and held himself deep inside, filling me with his cum. When he pulled out, he wiped my mouth, swiping his thumb across my lips and pressing it inside. I suckled his thumb clean of all his juices.