Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
My heartbeat speeds up, and I part my lips to take a bite. As soon as my teeth sink into the strawberry, Angelo orders, “Hold still.”
Why?
He leans closer, and tilting his head, he bites into the other half. I feel the brush of his lips for a split-second, turning my emotions into a chaotic mess.
Holy freaking crap.
I feel lightheaded from the intensity of the light touch.
Our eyes lock, and I wonder what it would feel like to kiss Angelo.
He’s already swallowed his bite when he chuckles, “Eat the fruit, la mia tentatrice.”
I beg to differ. I’m the one who’s tempted by the devil.
Chapter 24
Angelo
I watch as Vittoria’s tongue darts out to swipe up the cream from her lips, and it makes me rock fucking hard.
When I bit into the strawberry, I almost gave in and claimed her mouth.
The only reason I’m honoring her request is because I want her to kiss me out of her own free will. From the flush on her cheeks and the desire in her eyes, I know I won’t have to wait much longer.
Christ, I hope not. A kiss never meant anything to me until she slammed me with the restriction. Now, it’s the one thing I want most in the world.
Gripping hold of the fabric by her thigh, I order, “Feed me, baby.”
When she reaches for a strawberry, my hand slips down to her calf.
“I love this dress,” I compliment her.
“You better. It cost a small fortune,” Vittoria mutters as she brings the fruit to my mouth.
Taking a bite, I slip my hand beneath the fabric and trail my fingers up her leg. A shiver ripples through her, making my lips curve into a smirk.
As I swallow, Vittoria brings her thumb to the corner of my mouth and swipes some cream off my lip. I watch as she sucks it from her thumb, and instantly I lose control.
In a single swift motion, I rise to my feet, and shoving the strawberries and cream out of the way, I set her ass down on the island.
Finding the zipper on the dress, I pull it down before ripping the sleeves down her arms so I can get to her breasts.
The moment my mouth latches onto her nipple, a satisfied groan rumbles from my chest.
Vittoria’s fingers weave through my hair as she gasps from my sudden attack.
I push her so she lies down on the island, then say, “You’re the only dessert I want.”
I pull her dress and underwear off, and once I have her naked, I order, “Don’t move.”
Noticing how quickly the bruises on her body are fading, a smile forms on my face.
Fuck, I can’t wait for them all to be gone.
I walk to the fridge and press the lever for the ice dispenser. Catching a cube, I bring it to my mouth as I slowly stalk back toward her.
Her eyes follow every move I make while her chest rises and falls with quick breaths.
With the ice captured between my teeth, I brace my hands on either side of her hips and lean over her. I trail the melting cube around her nipple and watch as the pebble hardens.
Another shiver rushes through her, and she squeaks when I move the ice down to her abdomen.
Fuck, I love seeing goosebumps spread over her body.
Her hips lift off the marble top as I drag the ice over her slit, and I let out a predatory chuckle.
When the cube touches her clit, she grabs hold of my wrist and arches her back. “Angelo!”
“Hmm?”
“It’s cold,” she complains.
I move back up her body until I’m face-to-face with her. Bringing my hand to her chin, I pull at her bottom lip with my thumb, and when she opens for me, I drop the ice into her mouth.
“Suck it, baby.”
My hand travels back down her body until I reach her soaked pussy, and wanting to torture her, I keep my touch featherlight as I massage her clit.
I watch as she carries out my order, her cheeks hollowing the same way they did last night when she took my cock like a good girl.
When her lips part and she sucks in a breath, her hips swivel as she searches for more friction.
One of her hands shoots down and grips my wrist while the other wraps around the back of my neck.
Her eyebrows draw together, and she whimpers, “Angelo.”
I lower my head and let my mouth feast on her jaw and throat before I say, “Tell me what you want.”
“P-pleasure.”
Her back arches again, and she tries to push my hand closer to her pussy.
I chuckle against her throat and feel her body tremble as if the sound vibrates through her.
To drive her wild, I move my hand to the inside of her thighs and continue to trail my fingers over her soft skin.
“Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” I order.