He wants me, but that’s in contrast to his duty.
"I just want to touch you, one more time."
Before he can stop me, I reach out with my free hand and wrap my fingers around his already hardening length.
His sharp intake of breath sends a thrill through me.
"Valentina…" My name on his lips is hoarse.
"Show me," I say, giving him a tentative stroke. "Show me how you like to be touched."
For a moment, he wavers.
Then something breaks in him.
He releases my wrist and places his hand over mine, adjusting my grip.
"Like this.” He guides me to stroke him with more pressure, showing me the rhythm he likes.
I'm entranced by the power I hold in my hand, by the way his breathing changes with each movement.
His eyes never leave mine, burning with an intensity that makes my skin flush.
"Can I…" I lick my lips, hesitating. "With my mouth?"
His eyes darken. "You don't have to."
"I want to," I insist. "I want to know what it's like."
He nods, and I slide from the chair to my knees before him.
“Aw… fuck… Valentina.”
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
He shakes his head. “Men are hotwired to find a woman on their knees the sexiest thing there is.” He threads his fingers through my hair, guiding me as gently as he did my hand.
I smile up at him. “Well, then…”
"Start slow," he instructs, his voice strained. "Use your tongue first."
I follow his directions, emboldened by each groan that escapes him.
His taste, his scent, the way he whispers my name are intoxicating.
"That's it," he encourages as I take him deeper. "Just like that."
His fingers tighten in my hair, and I can feel the tension building in his body.
“Fuck… yes… yes… that’s it…” He lets out a feral growl. “Valentina… fuck… I’m coming.”
I feel a surge of triumph as his warm essence fills my mouth.
I’ve never felt so feminine and powerful as this moment.
In this moment, I'm not the Mafia princess locked in a tower.
I'm a woman who can bring a man like Cristian Bonetti to his knees with just my touch, my mouth.