Chapter 116: I Want Him To Loose Control
Gianna’s POV
I let my tongue trace along the crease where his thigh met his groin, and he groaned, a deep, guttural sound that made me clench with renewed desire and gave me courage.
That is it. I want him to lose control. I want him to feel what I felt.
“Biggest fear?” I whispered, letting my breath tease over the length of his cock, watching it twitch for me.
His hand slid into my hair, not pulling, just resting there, trembling faintly. “Losing Arielle,” he replied. Then, after a beat that hit me like a punch, “Or you.”
My breath stalled. Me. He feared losing me.
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The realization shot through me, confusing and overwhelming and impossibly tender, knowing he cared about me that much.
I pressed a kiss to his inner thigh, then licked a slow stripe up the sensitive skin there, so close to where he wanted me. “What about your scars?” I asked softly.
“Not much to talk about.” His voice went careful, even as his hips edged toward my mouth, his body betraying him. “Hazards of the job.”
I dragged my tongue over a faint scar at the back of his thigh. “This one?”
“Knife fight when I was seventeen,” he said, breath ragged. “One of my father’s enemies. Thought hurting my legs would send a message.
“But you are still walking,” I murmured.
“Thankfully.”
I kissed the scar gently, then moved up to another pale scar I had spotted/earlier, just beneath his arm at the side, easily missed. “And this one?”
“Bullet. Grazed me during a warehouse raid when I was nineteen. The guy who shot me did not live to regret it.”
My chest tightened. “I am sorry you went through that.”
He looked down at me, hurt flashing in his eyes. “Do not feel bad for me.”
“But…”
“It is healed. Been years.” He grabbed my head, pulling me up to capture my mouth in a passionate kiss that was slow, deep, filthy. I could taste myself on his tongue still, and it made me bold. When I pulled away, his pupils were blown wide, his lips wet and swollen.
I gave him a small smile. “First time having sex?” The question came out before I could stop it.
He knew everything about me. It was only fair I knew the same. To have an idea about the man underneath.
I glanced up at him and saw him looking at me, that rugged look in his eyes even as his cock stood thick and hard between us, demanding. “Do you really want to know about that?”
“Yes.” I let my hand drift to his hip, so close to his cock but not touching. His hips jerked on their own, like his body was begging for my fingers even if his mouth would not.
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“You know everything about my past sexual experience. It is only fair I know about yours.”
Dante chuckled, a dark, strained sound that told me teasing him was working. “It is different. You are a virgin with no past. Mine might scare you off. Let us skip it.”
But I was not letting him escape. Not when I had him backed against the wall. Not when he was finally, beautifully vulnerable under my hands.
“No,” I said firmly.
I knelt down slowly, the water streaming over my shoulders, pooling around my knees. I let my tongue trace his inner thighs. His cock was right there, inches from my face, and I could see precum beading at the tip, but I intentionally avoided it, wanting to tease him, push him to the breaking point like he did to me.
He groaned, his head falling back against the tile, his hands fisting at his sides like he was fighting the urge to grab me. “You are not going to let this go, are you?”
“Not a chance.”
I licked my lips slowly and watched his eyes track the movement, pupils dilating. His cock throbbed, another bead of precum forming, like he was seconds from breaking.
“Bellissima. Fine.” His voice went flat, emotionless. “My first time was with an older woman. Someone my father introduced me to.” His jaw worked. “I had to secure a deal.”
My hands stilled on his thighs. Shock rippled through me. “So your father traded you for sex and a business deal?”
“Well…” He looked down at me, his expression hiding the past pain, even as his cock stood hard and wanting above me. “It is one of the sacrifices we make in this life.”
The casual way he said it made me feel so bad for him. “How old were you?”
“Seventeen.”
Seventeen. Just a boy. Anger and sadness washed over me for what had been done to him. So no one was spared in this world.
“Dante…”
“Do not pity me,” his hand coming to cup my jaw, thumb brushing my bottom lip, pressing slightly. “I do not need it. I told you before, that is how this world works.”
I knew that better than anyone. I pressed my lips together around his thumb, processing this. Then another question came to me, one I had been wondering about since that night he had tied me up. “The BDSM, the punishment. Where did you learn that?”
His eyes darkened, and his thumb pressed into my mouth, sliding over my tongue. “She is the one who taught me.
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Of course. The woman who had used a Seventeen year old boy had also introduced him to pain and control. It made horrible sense.
“I am sorry that happened to you,” I whispered around his thumb, my tongue brushing it lightly.
“Do not be. It made me who I am.” He withdrew his thumb slowly, letting it trail over my bottom lip, leaving it
wet.
“Still.” I looked down at the faint scar along his ribs again, tracing it gently with my fingers. “You deserved better.
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Chapter 116 Wont Him To Loose Control
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“We do not always get what we deserve in this life, tesoro.”
I decided I had had enough of his pain for now. I wanted to give him pleasure, to replace those memories with new ones. My hand finally wrapped around him, and his body went rigid under my touch.
“Cristo,” he swore, his voice already raw.
“How do you like to be touched?” I asked, stroking him slowly from base to tip, feeling him pulse in my hand. He was so thick I could barely wrap my fingers around him. “Fast or slow?”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
