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Those eyes leave mine and scan our surroundings. The street is fairly vacant aside from a few cars passing by here and there. He looks back to me, and while still gripping my throat, he brings my forehead to his, and our skin collides. He breathes me in at the same time I catch the scent of his smooth, oaky cologne.
“You don’t get to decide when I fuck you, Evelina,” he reiterates, and I bite down on my lip to keep myself from talking back to him. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I please. Let’s get that straight. I’m not fucking you in my friend’s car. You’re too fucking good for that. Too fucking good for me.”
He teases me with his free hand, the one that isn’t pressing against my airway, alternating between light to moderate to forceful pressure. He grips my thigh, and a moan escapes my lips from the sheer strength of his fingers grasping at my skin.
“I knew you’d like to be fucking manhandled from just that one time,” he says as he edges his fingers closer and closer to my center, my core that is dripping with desperate, dirty, unholy need for him.
I don’t remember the last time I felt like this—felt like my life depended on being touched by a man—but here we are.
“You like it rough, don’t you, Evelina? You fucking love someone who can make you bend at their will. Because it doesn’t come easily for you, does it? Takes a real fucking man to break you. To make you feel like you can give up your fucking control and put it in someone else’s hands.”
His words cut me open.
I swear.
Blood trickles out from my veins, down my skin, and onto the floorboard of this fancy car. The way he somehow knows exactly what I want and what I need… I’m fucking obliterated, and he hasn’t even—
He slides a finger up and down my wet slit, coating himself in my want, and I moan as he does so.
“Fuck, Evelina,” he grits out as he digs his head into the back of his seat.
He keeps his eyes trained on mine as he continues slowly moving just one finger up and down until finally he removes it and brings it to his lips.
When his tongue darts out and he licks his finger clean, I realize I’m seconds away from coming in this man’s lap.
“Sweetest fucking sin,” he says, before shoving two fingers inside of me and thrusting upward, curling the tips and hitting my favorite spot. He removes his other hand from my neck and quickly yanks the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts. “Goddamn fuck.”
Niccolò slows his fingers as he finally looks away from me and stares at my breasts like he wants to devour me like I’m his last meal. He brings his mouth down onto me, licking and sucking, swirling my peaked nipple with his skillful tongue as he plays with the other one with his free hand and continues fingering me with his other.
“You are so goddamn perfect, viper.”
I grind my hips against him as he uses his thumb to circle my clit, giving it just the right amount of attention for my body to warm as my lust and desire and pure, red-hot fucking desperation finally send me over the edge. I try to reach a hand out and touch his face, feel him, let him know this is exactly what I need. Instead of making contact with his skin, he bats my hand away.
“Don’t touch me, Evelina,” he grits out. “Do not touch me. This is about you.”
“Fuck, Nicco!” I scream the words as my release shatters me, his fingers still inside me and his mouth still on my nipple as he slows his speed to something soft and tender.
Holy fuck.
My body shakes, my legs quivering as I sit straddling him, the waves of that orgasm still pulsating through me. I let my head tip back as I take a deep breath and feel him smile against my skin. His facial hair brushes against my chest as he lets out a low chuckle.
“Thought I’m too good to be messing around in a car?” I ask playfully.
My head starts to thump a bit, but I ignore it.
He pulls away from me, and I find his pupils blown out, lust dripping in his stare and matching my own.
“Told you I wouldn’t fuck you in a car, didn’t I?” A smirk that I’ve only seen a few times spreads across his face as he rests his head against the headrest again. “Didn’t say anything about not giving you an orgasm.” He sucks his fingers clean and lets out another deep, satisfied moan. “Would never refuse to take care of you. What kind of a man would that make me?”
The sweetness in his comment throws me off kilter, just a little, and I can’t deny the twinge of ease it gives me.
Niccolò adjusts my dress for me, lifts me in his arms, and sets me down on the passenger seat.
“No more tempting me, viper,” he says as I secure the seat belt around me and fix the top of my dress. “Quit with your fucking games. You want me as badly as I fucking want you.” He shifts the car into drive before saying, “Now behave. I need to get you somewhere safe before I do all the filthy fucking things I’ve been dying to do to you.”
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EVELINA
