The silence stretches. And then I drop the towel.
He takes in my naked body—every part of me, and the faint marks he’s left on my skin with his chains and his hands.
I cross to the bed, climb onto the mattress, and straddle his hips. He just watches me do it. I brace my hands on either side of his head.
His eyes are black fire, but he doesn’t stop me.
I lean down until my breath ghosts across his lips, wondering if he’ll let me kiss him, but he moves his head away in mute refusal. But that’s all he does, and when I trail my fingers down the ridge between his pecs, down to that oversized six-pack, he doesn’t grab my wrist. Doesn’t say anything. I let my hand hover right above those black briefs and I keep waiting.
He reaches up and traces my bottom lip with his thumb.
“If you’re gonna do it,” he says, voice rough as gravel, “then get on with it.”
My heart clangs in my ribs as I slide back on his thighs, hands literally shaking as I hook my fingers in the waistband of his briefs. He lifts his hips to help, and then he’s bare before me.
Christ.
I didn’t really get a good look at him that time before. Turns out he must’ve been half-hidden by his clothes still, because seeing him in all his glory…
He’s huge. Thick and hard and intimidating as hell. And I want to prove something to him. To myself.
I lean forward and take just the head into my mouth. He sucks in a breath and I push down?—
It’s too much. I gag, pull back, try again. My technique is still clumsy as hell, but I’m persistent. Working my tongue around the crown, fighting my jaw’s protests, determined.
Then his hands are on me, lifting, repositioning. I’m turned head to toe, set on my side, his mouth hot against my thighs as he rearranges us in a tangle of limbs and feeds me his cock once more. But then—oh, fuck, he’s pulling my legs open, burying his face between my asscheeks, and his tongue is pushing into my hole.
I choke on his cock, my entire body arching like I’ve been electrified. He doesn’t stop for a second, devouring me with tongue and lips and the careful scrape of teeth that has me shaking apart.
He’s hurt. He’s bleeding. And he’s eating me alive like he owns every inch of my skin.
And I—Iwantthis. Wanthim. I try to return the favor, to take him deeper, but his mouth is destroying my ability to think. Every swipe, every suck, every insistent stab of his tongue makes my rational mind retreat a little more.
Because he meant it. He really meant it. He’ll keep mesafe. Damiano Orsini took a knife meant for me. He’s going to have that scar for the rest of his life.
And that makes me morehisthan anything he’s done to me so far.
CHAPTER 23
DAMIANO
His mouth is sloppy.
Clumsy.
Fucking incredible.
Caligula Clemenza is choking me down as well as he can, all that snotty pride of his stripped away. I’ve got one hand buried in the sunset mess of his hair, the other gripping his thigh to keep his asshole speared on my tongue. He’s panting through his nose, lips stretched wide around my cock, working like he’s got something to prove.
I guess he does, after what I said last time. Pretending how bad he was… I mean, he wasn’t great. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter one goddamn bit, it was still the most erotic fucking thing I’ve ever felt.
This time is better. Because this time, it reallydoesfeel like respect. My royal fucking reward for bleeding for him.
He tries to take me deeper, gagging again, and I bite back a grunt. This…oh, this wasn’t the plan. If I used his body, I was supposed to use itagainsthim. I wasn’t supposed to worship athis asshole like a fucking shrine. But here I am, eating him out like he’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted…
Because he is.
I ease up my hand on the back of his head and let him catch his breath, then push him down again. Slow. Deliberate. His hips twitch as I tongue into him with deep stabs that make him whimper around my cock. He’s drizzling all over me, his dick hot as a brand where it’s pressed into my chest.