“Because that’s what you are,” he husked against the shell of my ear as his fingers dipped beneath my dress, caressing my inner thigh. “The moment I saw you, I knew.”
“You knew what?” I panted as his fingers found my clit over my underwear.
“That you were meant for me.”
I gasped when he circled my clit, my body arching into his chest at the explosion of pleasure that made my legs shake. His other hand snaked around my waist, holding me steady as his lips found my throat again and his fingers worked their magic. I had to bite my lip to stop from crying out when two of his fingers slipped inside me, and his thumb continued to rub my clit. I fell forward, planting my hands on the stone wall as my pleasure heightened.
His free hand moved from my waist to my neck, and he slammed me back against his chest again like a rag doll. He held me there with his hand clasped firmly around my throat while he ground his dick against my ass. I gasped, panting heavily because I had never had a man touch me the way he did. With such confidence, as if he owned every inch of my body.
“Wouldn’t want you to fall,bellissima,” he groaned against my ear, increasing the pace of his fingers.
I moaned, closing my eyes as the pleasure increased, building and building until I couldn’t hold it in.
“Aria…” he husked my name as if it were a forbidden sin. “No man will ever touch you like this again. No one will ever know you like this except me.”
He squeezed my neck a little tighter to emphasize his words, making every sensation explode within me. Damn, I had no idea I was into possessive dirty talk, but it pushed me over the edge. His hand left my throat only to slam over my mouth as I came so hard that the lights of the city blurred together. He held me to him, his back blocking any view of what we were doing to the room behind as I came down from the ecstasy. He removed his hand from beneath my dress, twisted my head to the side, and pressed his fingers to my parted lips. My eyes widened.
“Apriti per me, piccola ribelle.Taste what belongs to me.”
My heart pounded, and my lips quivered as I wrapped them around his fingers. I’d never done anything so dirty before. But then again, I’d never let a stranger make me come during a massage or now at a work event. It seemed this man challenged me to want things I didn’t even know I wanted, and it was…thrilling. He watched me with dark intensity as my tongue lapped at the sweetness, my core burning again with need. He grunted, shaking his head with pure fire in his eyes.
He stepped back, giving me room to turn and face him, then brushed his thumb against my lower lip, his gaze filled with dark promises. I longed to reach out and kiss him, to devour his lips and surrender to every ounce of pleasure he could offer. But I knew that if he kissed me, I would be lost to him tonight. I’d throw all my responsibilities out the window and demand he take me home to finish what we’d started. God, who even was I? No, who on Earth was this man who made me feel so much, so effortlessly? I didn’t even know his name.
“Who are you?”
A slow, mischievous smile crept up his face as he lifted my hand, examining my fingers as if he hadn’t heard the question at all.
“What’s your ring size?”
“What?”
His thumb brushed the knuckle of my wedding finger, and then he peered into my eyes. My heart skipped a beat.
“What ring size are you?”
“Why do you need to know that?”
“So, I know what size to make the ring for my future wife.”
I scoffed at his cockiness. “Does that line actually work for you?”
“It’s not a line.” He smiled wider as if he found the whole thing thoroughlyamusing. “I seriously need to know.”
“Yeah, okay.” I laughed with a snort, rearranging my dress and attempting to walk past him. “If you aren’t going to tell me your name, I’m definitely not giving you my ring measurements.”
“Sani,” he growled, grabbing my wrist when I tried to leave him behind. He tugged me back into him. “My name’s Sani.”
“Sani,” I repeated in a breathless whisper. He licked his lips, holding me flush against his muscular body. He was still hard, and the temptation to reach down and touch him was still thrumming through my veins, but I knew I was needed on stage any second. “I have to go. I’m announcing the highest donations for the hospital.”
“You work there?”
“Si.I’m the night administrator.”
“Impressive.”
“Not as impressive as a luxury hotel owner.”
“Among other things,” he husked, that cheeky, secretive smile and twinkle in his eyes shone a little brighter. I narrowed my gaze, wondering what it was about this man’s mystery that intrigued me so much. It wasn’t just that he was drop-dead gorgeous. He felt…intoxicating. The deadly kind of addiction that you knew was bad for you, but you couldn’t break the habit.
