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Sybil smiles seductively and shrugs, the movement drawing my attention down to the soft curves of her breasts. "Just a little. I wanted to be able to tell you three things in your favorite language."
She's too irresistible for her own good. I can't stop my hand from skimming across her soft skin, over her hip, and back to her stomach, where my baby is safe and sound. My cock is straining, which makes me an ass because she needs rest and comfort, not fucking. "Then tell me,cuore."
She scoots closer, enough to press against my length and make me bite back a groan. Her smile as she looks up at me makes my heart burn. “First of all,mi fai impazzire.”
"You make me crazy, too," I murmur, watching her lips. Her Italian is tentative and heavily accented and too goddamn sexy. I kiss her forehead, resisting the urge to press her into the sheets and dominate her body as I want to.
"And…I learnedfottimi."She brushes her lips against mine.
I groan.Fuck me.She's going to be the death of me. "Sybil. You went through shit. I'm not the opportunist you once said I was. I need to let you rest."
"Fottimi,"she whispers insistently, her fingers sliding down my chest. When they curl around my stiff cock, I shudder and press my face into her shoulder, kissing the marks around her neck softly.
"Sybil—"
She captures my mouth in a fierce, heart-infused kiss, and whatever thin control I was holding onto vanishes. Before I know it, I'm over her, kissing down her neck and growling with pleasure as she rolls her hips against mine. She's so perfect. So broken and strong and fuckingperfect.
"Sei mio,"I say against her lips.
"If I'm yours, then you're mine, Nico. All mines. And—" Sybil stops driving me insane with the tantalizing press of her body for just a moment, swallowing as she meets my gaze. There's so much warmth and trust in her eyes that it drives away any thoughts in my head. "I want to keep you, Nico. Everything between us is the most real thing I've ever known. I also learned what I've wanted to tell you since the day I met you four years ago, because it's been true ever since.Ti voglio bene."
I love you.
"I love you, Sybil," I breathe. “Il mia crudele tesorina.”
Chapter 29
Sybil
My words broke Nico’s careful control. He was all Boy Scout a moment ago, worried about not being gentle enough after everything.
Now, he’s back to being a beast.
I gasp into his mouth as he pinches one of my nipples, his teeth dragging across the other. My back arches, and his other hand moves, pinning me in place so I’m forced to whimper and tremble as he tweaks and licks and nibbles my breasts, tasting my skin as he works his way back up my neck. He kisses my ear, and I shudder when his warm breath dances over my sensitive skin.
“Say you’re mine again.”
“You should make me,” I groan as his fingers brush against my wet entrance.
He growls. Two of his fingers curl up into me, making me gasp and grip his arms. Then Nico pulls back and smiles deliciously at me, his dimples flashing. “Oh,crudele tesorina,I will. But if you’re going to be fucking stubborn about it, I get to take my time.”
He moves from the bed to his closet. Before I can whine about missing his delectably muscular body, my tattooed mafioso reappears with a tie and a blindfold. I bite my lip, watching as he climbs back over me with nothing short of hunger blazing on his face.
“Planning on holding me captive again, hmm?” I smile when Nico moves my hands over my head, tying them to one post of his luxurious bed. He chuckles darkly and secures the blindfold next. Immediately, the reduction of my senses puts every other part of my body on high alert, tingling and ready for his touch to surprise me.
And surprise me he does. I gasp and jolt when his heated lips close around my clit, sucking and pinching in the most torturously perfect way.
“God, yes,” I moan.
His tongue explores me, dragging through my pussy before circling the most sensitive place again. He murmurs something I don’t catch, and then his mouth vanishes. I whimper and push my hips up, hoping to find him there.
Instead, his large, warm hands begin kneading my breasts again, even less gently than before. “Fuck, Sybil. Your body isfottutamente avvincente.”
“I’ll learn whatever that means next,” I mumble, too distracted as his mouth slowly backs up my body. Then I melt when his mouth is on mine, demanding, ravenous, and so full of need that I can’t help arching against him. His cock is steel hard, where it presses against my hip.
“Fuck me, Nico. Please.”
“Say it first.”
