Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 91825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I wanted to deny it, but the way his thumb and forefinger teased me, I couldn’t find the words. Matteo’s dark eyes bored into me as he leaned very close. “I know you are wet. I know your pussy wants me even if you won’t admit it.”
He dropped to his knees and shoved down my tights and panties.
“What--”
I didn’t get farther. He leaned forward and kissed my heated flesh. I sucked in a startled breath. Matteo freed one of my legs from my tights and panties before he lifted it and draped it over his shoulder. His eyes found mine as his tongue parted my lower lips and licked slowly. I shivered, pressing my mouth together from fear of making an embarrassing sound.
Matteo pulled back a couple of inches. “See, I knew it. Wet for me,” he said in a rough voice. He pressed a few kisses against me before suckling lightly. My eyes wanted to roll back in my head from the sensation.
“Has anyone ever done this to you?” he asked fiercely.
I couldn’t even find the power to lie. I merely shook my head ‘no’.
“Good.” He rewarded me with a mind-blowing kiss, his tongue tracing my opening, then darting back up to my clit.
“Oh God,” I whispered.
Matteo released my throbbing labia. “You taste perfect, Gianna.” He parted me and brushed a kiss over my clit. “Do you want me to stop?”
I gritted my teeth. I had never wanted anything less. It took all my self-control not to grab him and shove his face against me.
“The silent treatment?” Matteo asked in a teasing voice before he nudged me with his tongue, sending spears of pleasure through me before he captured my clit between his lips and suckled lightly.
I gasped and gripped the counter behind me, needing something to support me. My head fell back as Matteo did the most amazing thing with his tongue. With slow strokes he brought me closer and closer to the edge. I could tell this time it would be even more intense than yesterday. Without intending to, my hand gripped Matteo’s head and my fingers tangled in his dark hair. Matteo rewarded me with a flick of his tongue against my clit.
“Yes,” I whispered. I didn’t even care anymore that I was admitting how good this felt. My entire body screamed for release. I was so close, my legs started shaking, my breathing quickened. And then the bell rang. I jerked in surprise and my eyes flew to the elevator. Nobody could come up without Matteo granting them access.
Matteo pulled back from what he was doing. My fingers on his head tightened. “Don’t stop,” I demanded. I couldn’t hide the need in my voice.
Matteo straightened and wiped his mouth with an annoyingly cocky grin. He leaned in to kiss me but I turned my head so his lips brushed my cheek.
“Patience, Gianna. I’ve had six months to practice patience, now it’s your turn, but don’t worry I’ll eat you out later. You taste too good to resist,” he murmured before stepping back and heading toward the elevator. “You should get dressed. We don’t want to give Sandro a show.”
I couldn’t believe him. I quickly scrambled to put my panties and tights back on, before I washed my hands and straightened my skirt. My blood was boiling with fury. Matteo smirked as he pressed the button that allowed the elevator to stop on our floor.
This wasn’t the end of it. Two could play this game.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Matteo
Gianna was trying to kill me with her eyes. Not that I wasn’t used to that look from her by now, but I had to admit it was still turning me on. I wished Sandro had waited a few minutes longer to show up, even if his early appearance gave me the chance to teach Gianna a lesson. Unfortunately I was punishing myself as much as Gianna with my little lesson. She’d tasted fucking perfect. I couldn’t wait to lick her again, to have her screaming my name and rake her fingers through my hair. I was already getting a fucking boner again. Fuck this.
The elevator doors slid open and Sandro stepped in, holding up a black case. “Morning, boss. Hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” he said, his eyes sliding past me to Gianna. Despite his mess up six months ago, he was still a good soldier. The best one next to Romero.
“You didn’t,” I said with a grin at Gianna, who’s eyes narrowed even further. It was a good thing that Sandro didn’t look anywhere near my crotch area because there was no way I could have hidden the bulge. Not that I fucking cared. “Let’s do this now,” I said eventually.
Gianna crossed her arms over her chest, somehow managing to push her breasts up in a delicious way. Was she doing it on purpose? She didn’t move as we walked toward her. She looked like she couldn’t care less but I knew her better than that. She was probably trying to figure out a way to make me pay for teasing her, not to mention for the ankle bracelet. But she’d brought this upon herself.
Sandro watched Gianna suspiciously as we stopped beside her. I couldn’t blame him. His pride had taken quite a bruising when she and Aria had drugged him and tied him up. He was too clever to show his dislike though.
I pointed toward the barstool. “You need to take off your tights and sit down.”
“Thanks for the heads up. You could have mentioned the tights thing before and spared me a whole lot of trouble,” she muttered. Fuck, her glare made me want to bend her over the kitchen counter and fuck her brains out.
Sandro pretended he was busy with the ankle bracelet in the case as I leaned close to Gianna. “But I loved watching you put on your sexy tights, and I’ll love watching you take them off again.”
Gianna almost tore her tights down this time before she perched on the stool, her long lean legs crossed. She pressed her lips together in anger, then flinched from pain. Fury for her father burst through my rising lust. Damn, Luca, and his determination to keep peace with the Outfit.