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“Do you want to come all over my knife, Rory?” Nevio asked in a low, strained voice.
“No.”
“No?” he murmured. He began to fuck me slowly with the hilt. In and out, slowly, gently. The leather caressed me, the end brushed a sweet spot deep inside me, and then Nevio’s tongue brushed along my clit. My breathing hitched.
Lust dripped out of me as my body rang with sweet pleasure. I was getting closer.
I put my hand on Nevio’s head, wanting to push him away, but his lips closed around my clit and began sucking, and I didn’t.
I swallowed harder. Hating myself, hating him for what he made me lust for.
“Rory, look at me.”
I opened my eyes, and I shuddered with another wave of arousal. The intensity of Nevio’s gaze, the friction of the leather inside me, and his lips massaging my clit were all too much. My hips rocked against the knife, against Nevio’s mouth, wanting more even if it was already too much.
“Almost there,” Nevio growled. I gripped the counter as my heels pressed into the cabinet, and my toes curled. My pussy began to contract around the knife. Nevio pulled back, rubbed my clit with his thumb, his face still close to my aching flesh.
I came, my body convulsing uncontrollably. Lust dripped out of me, ran down my ass, and gathered under me. Nevio watched me with a smile that made me shiver. He leaned forward, his tongue following the trails of my arousal. I shuddered harder as another wave of pleasure captured me.
My chest heaving, I froze. Slowly, Nevio pulled the hilt out of me, causing me to tremble again. He regarded the handle with utter triumph. The leather was covered with my juices and a hint of something darker. Nevio darted his tongue out and licked the pink off. “A hint of blood.”
I shook my head but couldn’t say anything. Then he pushed to his feet and held the hilt up to my mouth. “Taste your pussy.” I parted my lips, unable to resist Nevio’s commanding tone. The tangy aroma of my arousal hit my tongue. Nevio’s gaze became all-consuming, making my core clench again, even if I’d just come hard. “Suck it clean like you’ve been dreaming of doing with my cock.”
My eyes grew with indignation. Of course, I’d dreamed about Nevio, and only very few of these dreams had been nightmares.
“Come on, Rory. Show me what you’d do to me.”
I closed my lips around the handle, took more of it into my mouth, and hollowed my cheeks as I sucked on it. I gave it my all under Nevio’s watchful gaze. Swirling my tongue across the tip of the handle, then sucking it into my mouth. How had my fury led to this?
Nevio’s erection pressed against his pants, and I couldn’t help but smile triumphantly around the handle. Nevio gripped my neck and leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “That’s what you do to me, Rory,” he rasped.
He moved back and slowly pulled the knife handle out of my mouth, then he brought it to my pussy once more. He gently slid it all the way in, and I released a shaky breath because I couldn’t take any more, even if it felt good. He extracted it once more and regarded the leather once again covered in my release.
The bling of the elevator on our floor let my heart rate spike. “Carlotta!”
Nevio stepped back and lifted me off the counter, then he calmly returned the knife into the sheath.
I tried to smooth my clothes and find my shorts. The keys scratched the lock when I finally managed to pull them on. Nevio leaned against the counter and watched me, his pants still bulging.
“What are you going to tell Carlotta when she sees this?” He pointed at the small puddle of my release on the counter.
“Oh God.” I raced toward the cupboard with the cleaning supplies and grabbed a hygienic cleaner and emptied half of it on the counter, then started rubbing at it fervently with a rag I’d definitely throw away later.
“I’m back!” Carlotta called. She never did that, so maybe she suspected she might see something she didn’t want to see. My face burned with mortification.
I didn’t turn around when I saw Carlotta enter the room in my peripheral vision. I could only hope that Nevio’s erection wasn’t obvious anymore, or that Carlotta wouldn’t notice.
“Everything all right?” Carlotta asked suspiciously.
I cleared my throat. “Sure.” My voice was too high and scratchy.
“Splendid,” Nevio said calmly.
When I was happy about the state of the counter, I turned to Carlotta with a forced smile. “I spilled some—”
“Juice,” Nevio finished, and I could have killed him with that stupid knife of his. Though that would have probably been his dream.
Carlotta glanced between Nevio and me, her eyes lingering on Nevio’s bloody hand, and sighed. “I assume Battista is asleep?”
