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Before we’re barely through the door, he grabs me and slams me up against the wall. His mouth claims mine, kissing me with such intensity, he steals my breath. His hand is in my hair, knotting at the roots. His thigh presses between my legs, connecting with my pussy and giving me something to grind on.
A groan of both surprise and desire escapes my lips. I’m not the sort of girl who normally does things like this, but the stress and horror of the past few days have left me so on edge that if I don’t take that edge off, I’ll crack.
He breaks the kiss long enough to say, “Make that noise again, Duchess. I want to hear all the sexy sounds coming from your mouth.”
His fingers tighten in my hair, and he pulls my head back, automatically lifting my chin. Then his mouth is on my throat, sucking, and licking, taking tiny pinches of skin between his teeth.
I moan again, knowing he likes it.
“That’s right, my sweet girl. Moan for me.”
I do, and his other hand cups one of my breasts over my shirt, pinching the hardened nipple underneath. Arousal condenses deep inside me, and I rub myself against his thigh like a cat in heat, my body craving his. My mind needing the obliteration of wild sex to destroy the dark thoughts, for a while, at least.
Maybe I should be repelled at a man’s touch, but I’m not. I’m still a hot-blooded woman with needs, and right now, Tino is offering to fulfill them. Maybe I’m also using this as a way to eradicate my last sexual experience—to replace the memory with something better. Hell, maybe I just need a taste of freedom after Paxton controlled my every breath, or so it felt, for those last few months. There’s a defiance in me doing this, and a small, dark part of me revels in it.
“Now, let’s see those tits,” Tino growls. “You teased me last night, only getting a peek of them in that sexy dress.”
He yanks my t-shirt over my head, and then unclips my bra. It only takes him a matter of seconds, and suddenly I find myself topless. I almost protest, but then his hot, wet mouth covers one of my nipples, while his fingers play with the other one, pinching just enough to hurt, and all coherent thoughts fly out of my head.
He sucks and bites, feasting on me, and with every second that passes, my desire deepens. I’m getting ahead of myself, but I can’t seem to say stop.
Valentino rises back up to kiss me again. My bare breasts brush the front of his t-shirt, the material rough, and I know I want to feel him. Skin against skin. I grab the hem of the offending item and drag it over his head.
Fuck, his body is incredible. He’s lean, and muscular, but not in a way that says he spends too much time at the gym, like Kirill. I allow my fingers to trace the lines of his muscles, and the shapes of his tattoos—a crow, a skull, a clock, a goat with a set of curly horns. There are so many more images, but he distracts me again.
“Feel my cock. See how much I want you.”
He takes my hand and places it over the front of his gray sweatpants. Christ, he’s big and hard. I can already feel the heat of him in my palm. I picture how he’ll feel pushing up inside me, how much I’ll stretch and how deep he’ll go. I almost come just thinking about it.
But no, I can’t sleep with him yet. It’s only been a couple of days, and after the last sexual experience I had, there’s no way I’m ready for that.
“Tino, wait, stop,” I gasp. “This is too fast.”
He draws away, his eyes wide. “Fuck, sorry. You’re not a virgin, are you?” The fact he stops immediately at my words helps calm my rising anxiety.
His question surprises me. “No, I’m not a virgin.”
“Shame, ’cause I’d have loved to be inside a virgin, but then I also like a woman with experience. A woman with experience knows what she likes. She won’t settle for a man who doesn’t know how to pleasure her. What do you like, Duchess? Do you like it slow and passionate, or do you prefer a good, hard fucking?”
Right now, the idea of Valentino giving me a good hard fucking is enough to make my toes curl in completely the right way. A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine. I can’t do that, though.
I shake my head. “No fucking tonight, Tino.”
He nods and brushes the side of my neck with the back of his fingers, sweeping my hair away, and leans in closer. His voice is a growl as he speaks against my ear. “I know exactly what I want, then. I want that pretty mouth around my cock. I want you to take me to the back of your throat and choke me down. I want to see your eyes widen as I spill my load.”
I whimper. “Oh, God.”
He hasn’t finished. “We don’t have to fuck, but if I don’t get to taste your pussy tonight, I may lose my mind. You wouldn’t want to do that to me, would you?”
I shake my head. “No, I wouldn’t.”
“Will you let me taste your sweet cunt?”
I jolt at the coarseness of the word, but the thought of his mouth on my pussy is enough to send me wild.
“First, get on your knees for a devil, Duchess,” he says with a wicked grin.
Like I’ve taken leave of my senses, I drop to the floor. I’m only in my jeans and sneakers, my top half bare so he can still see my tits. His hand goes to the front of his sweatpants and pulls them down, freeing himself.
