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Salvatore moves to speak, but Sia holds up a hand. “Whatever you have to say is going to have to wait. Excuse us.”
She grabs my hand, and I go willingly as she pulls me through her brother’s mansion to the powder room closest to the front door. Slamming the door behind us, she whirls on me. “You’re a liar.”
I lean casually against the vanity. “How so?”
She steps forward. “Your cross,” she accuses. “You said your little ritual was you praying that we don't end.”
I let out a soft bark of laughter. “Mylittle ritualhas more than one goal.”
“Pray tell.”
“I wasn’t lying.” I shrug. “It is a silent prayer. But it also lets me taste you when I miss you.”
She blinks widely. “Miss me? You were sitting right across from me.”
“Hm,” I agree. “But you were mad, and while I’d never interrupt business dealings, especially when you’re being all boss bitch because it makes my dick hard, I don’t like seeing you frustrated.”
“And tasting the remnants of my cum does what exactly?”
I’m standing so close that I can smell her. Looking down at her, I lift a thumb, dragging it gently over her bottom lip. “It reminds me of all the ways I can make you happy, of all the ways I can erase their pitiful attempts to undermine you and remind you that even though you played me like a puppet, I’d still drop to my knees and beg for whatever scraps of attention you were willing to give me in front of every single one of them.”
One second, she’s staring at me, her eyes wet with tears, and the next, she’s kneeling in front of me, unbuckling my belt and undoing my jeans.
“Sia,” I murmur.
“Please,” she begs, her voice gentle with the plea inside of it. “I need you to know I feel the same way. I need you to know how much I would sacrifice for you. I would do this in front of them all so they all knew how at your mercy I really am. I may be their queen, but you’re my savior.”
I grip her hair, her words doing something stupid to my heart. It seizes in my chest, beating rapidly and pausing intermittently when her eyes meet mine.
Her hands rip at my pants and boxers. My cock bounces out, thick and hard, and a breath away from her lips.
“If I do it wrong…”
“You couldn’t if you tried,” I reassure her. “But if I’m too rough.”
She shakes her head. “Diego, too rough doesn’t exist between you and me.”
Her tongue licks out, dragging through the slit at my tip, and I clench my free hand at my side, searching for control.
Wetting her lips, she kisses my head tenderly before sliding them over my crown and engulfing it in her sweet-as-sin mouth.
“Sia,” I hiss, and she rewards the desperate plea with an ardent roll of her tongue.
She moans at the way I jerk, and I can’t help myself. Using my hand in her hair, I push my dick deeper into her mouth. She takes the cue, swallowing as much of me as she can down before I feel the resistance of her throat.
I groan. “Baby, relax. Let me go deeper.”
She breathes through her nose, her throat opening when she exhales slowly, inching her farther down.
“Fuuuuck.”
I guide her, moving her head back, enjoying the way her tongue slides against my length before directing her back down. She picks up the rhythm easily, her head and tongue moving in tandem.
“Give me your hand,” I grit between my teeth.
She follows the instruction without delay, and I wrap her small palm around the base of my cock, squeezing to show her the kind of pressure I like. Without further instruction, she moves her hand in cadence with her mouth. She gags when she pushes too far, and I like the sound a little too much, growling my approval whenever it happens.
Her hazel eyes are wide with wonder and wet with the tears my cock force to leak onto her cheeks every time my crown pushes against the resistance of her throat. I’m fucking her virgin mouth in a way she should spit on me for, but instead, her eagerness only grows with how rough I am.
