Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Her amber eyes lock on mine, her plump lips parted.
"When you're in my bed, I'm the only man who exists in your world," I growl.
"Am I the only woman who exists for you, Luca?" she asks. "Am I the only one you'll think about?"
My cock stiffens when jealousy flashes through her pretty eyes. Triumph surges through my veins, thoughts of Andrea Maceo forgotten at this small sign that Callandria feels something for me. It's the smallest glimmer of hope, flickering like the light of a candle, but I feel its heat.
"You doubt it, princess?" I arch a brow, reaching for my zipper with my free hand, determined to show her how completely she'll have me. I hold her gaze as I undo my pants, releasing my hard cock. "This is yours, Callandria."
Her gaze shifts from me to my cock. She whimpers, her eyes turning glassy.
"Claim it, principessa. Make sure the world knows who it belongs to."
"H-how?" she whispers.
I step closer, brushing the head across her lips. She whimpers again, pressing her thighs together in her chair.
"Open, piccolina. Let me see what heaven feels like."
She obediently parts her lips, allowing me to slip the head of my cock past them. I torment myself, dipping the tip into her mouth and then slipping it free. Over and over just to watch her perfect lips close over it.
Cristo. She’s going to ruin me. I feel it in my bones. The depths I'll sink to please her. The things I'll concede to make her smile.
"Open wider," I growl, gently cupping her jaw and pushing downward with my thumb. "Let me in, principessa."
She opens for me, her amber eyes locked on mine, silently pleading for more. Dio. She's an obedient little thing when she wants to be. When she's getting what she wants. Is that the key to her heart? To give her the world? If so, I'll lay it at her feet. Whatever she wants, however she wants it.
I slip my cock past her lips, snarling curses as her hot mouth envelopes me. "Now suck, Callandria. Use your teeth. Drag them along my shaft and make me your toy. I want to feel it, princess." I want her to make it hurt. I want her to command my pleasure and my pain, to consume me. It's only fair since I intend to consume her the same way. Her world will begin and end with me.
She closes her lips around me as best she can, her eyes so dilated they're nearly black.
"Brava ragazza," I growl, my fist in her hair. "Brava ragazza." Ah, goddamn. She's the perfect little cocksucker. Her mouth is perfection, and so is she. I watch in rapt fascination as she bobs on my cock, taking me deep and then pulling back. She's shy at first, exploring and testing her limits.
And then her teeth rake down my shaft. My balls churn.
"Harder," I demand. "Make it hurt, bella."
Her eyes flash to mine.
"Yeah, piccolina," I murmur, brushing my thumb across her cheek. "You heard me. I want you to make me feel it. That fire in your soul. Give it to me, bella. Command me with it."
She hesitates for a moment and then gives in. Her teeth rake down my shaft again, her hand cupping my balls. I roar in pleasure and pain, caught in a net of her making. Goddamn. It's heaven, and it's hell, and I love every fucking second of it.
My grip in her hair tightens, and I rock my hips, plunging deep into her mouth. She moans around me, her eyes watering as her lips stretch to capacity. I snarl as her throat closes around me, and she chokes.
"Yes," I hiss. "Choke on my cock like a good little princess, bella."
Her eyes water, her face turning red. She claws at my thighs.
I pull back allowing her to breathe.
"Voglio di più," she gasps. I want more.
I curse and thrust between her lips again, giving her what she wants. She bobs on my cock, taking me deep, dragging her teeth down my shaft. Choking on me. She ruins me with her perfect mouth, owns me with it.
"Luca."
"Get the fuck out," I snarl at Antonio, shifting to shield Callandria from view as Antonio's voice sounds behind me.
"Marcello is at the gates."
Cazzo.
"Keep him there," I demand. "I'll be there in a minute. Now, get the fuck out."
Antonio retreats without another word.
I should stop and go speak to Marcello. Rationally, I know this. But Callandria still has my dick in her mouth. She's still looking at me with wide, dilated eyes. I still feel her rooting around in my soul, taking possession of every fucking inch of it.
I don't stop.
I pump my hips again, fucking her mouth.
She moans around me.
"We're meeting your brother with my taste on your lips," I growl. "Suck me, bella. Hard."
My fiery little principessa doesn't try to stop me. She doesn't tell me no. She hollows her cheeks and sucks, using her teeth and tongue. My balls draw up, my stomach clenching.