Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless. Her cheeks were the most gorgeous shade of pink, and she looked wildly around the room, anxiously taking in the other guests. Carmen winked at her and then returned to her conversation with Stefano.
Other than a few furtive glances, the rest of the guests remained focused on their own dessert. They knew better than to gawk at us, and I’d clearly staked my claim over Evelyn with my mark on her neck. Any signs of disrespect would be met with swift, violent correction. None of the men were foolish enough to test me.
I wrapped my arms around her quivering body, caging her in a firm embrace.
“You wanted to enjoy your meal, dolcezza.” My voice held a taunting edge, and I grazed my teeth over her ear as I teased her. “Let’s see if dessert is as sweet as you are.”
“I thought we were going upstairs,” she whispered, shifting on my lap.
My cock stirred, my erection pressing into her pert ass. She let out a mortified squeak and went utterly still.
“I’ve decided that I want them to watch,” I murmured, kissing my mark on her neck. “And you want them to see, don’t you?” I placed my hand on her thigh just above her knee. I skimmed my palm over her silk, emerald-green gown, allowing the satiny material to tease over her sensitive flesh. “Are you wet for me, farfallina?”
She closed her eyes, as though she could hide from the truth of her arousal. I’d been right; Evelyn liked a hint of shame with her pleasure. That suited my twisted desires. She was so perfect for me, my innocent, perverted angel.
“Please…”
“Please, what?” I asked, easing my hand higher, teasing my fingertips between her thighs. No one would see how I was touching her beneath the table. “Please, let you come? None of them will know if you stop blushing and squirming like that.” She let out an adorable whimper, and I pressed a kiss to her temple. “You’re being such a good girl for me.” I kept my voice low and deep, just for her. “Do you want a reward?”
“Massimo…” She said my name in a ragged whisper, torn between embarrassment and desire.
Keeping one hand firmly on her thigh, I reached for the dessert with the other. Her eyes were still squeezed tightly shut, so she didn’t see when I scooped a dollop of the mousse onto my forefinger. I lifted it to her lips, and her eyes snapped open as she gasped in shock. I pressed my finger between her parted lips, teasing her tongue with the chocolate.
“Was this the reward you wanted?” I asked, squeezing her thigh.
She released a broken moan and licked the mousse from my finger.
My cock jerked against her ass. Fuck, I needed to bury myself inside her and feel her writhing while I drove into her tight heat.
I focused on her complete helplessness and mastered my most primal urges. Her desperate arousal and conflicted feelings were more intoxicating than any drug. She wanted me to toy with her, but she was ashamed of her wanton desire.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I commanded. “They’re all watching you, but they don’t matter. Only me.”
In truth, most of the men were still studiously avoiding staring at her, but my low order seemed to intensify her lust. My sweet girl got off on being watched and admired.
“You are so beautiful. And you’re all mine.”
I brought more chocolate to her lips, and she boldly sucked my finger clean, her glittering eyes focused on me as though I was the center of her universe.
“Do you like that, dolcezza? Tell me. Tell me how much you love being mine.”
She shivered, and her cheeks flamed. Still, she didn’t look away from me. I couldn’t have torn my eyes from her any more than she seemed to be able to break contact with me. We were lost in each other, both swept up in our electric chemistry.
“Tell me,” I prompted darkly, my fingers biting into her inner thigh hard enough to give her a nip of pain.
“I’m yours,” she gasped. “Massimo…”
“What do you need?” I purred. “Are you aching for me?”
Her eyes were feverish with need, but lines of strain appeared around them as she warred with herself.
“I’ve got you,” I soothed her, tracing her lips with a brush of sweetness. She licked it away, and her pupils dilated. “No one will touch you,” I promised. “Only me.”
“I can’t,” she said in a strained whisper. “Not in front of all of these people.”
“Stay very quiet and still. They can’t see what I’m doing with my hand.” I released her from my harsher grip and resumed stroking her, roving higher to the edge of her pussy.
“But they know,” she squeaked.
“And you’re loving every second of it.” She couldn’t hide from me. I saw straight into her soul, and she let me. Her wide eyes held nothing back.