Chapter 73
“That’s not what you said you’d do p>
“No,” he admitted. “But it’s what you needed p>
Vee shrugged, a careless little roll of her shoulders. “So according to Google, orgasm denial is a surefire way to punish a man who thinks he’s God p>
“I’m not God,” he corrected. “I am the devil p>
“In this context,” she replied breezily, “same thing p>
“Do not let Nonnina hear you say that,” he warned. “She’ll light a candle and set you on fire with it.” Then his gaze dropped meaningfully to the flimsy tie on his wrist. “So what’s your plan here, Vee? Deny me sex? You’ve been doing that since the day I met you. At this point, I’ve hit a year’s quota of punishments. Untie me p>
“I didn’t say sex denial,” she said. “I said orgasm denial p>
“Vee,” he said slowly, “don’t you dare. Don’t p>
She climbed onto the mattress anyway, and placed her hands on his chest, pushing him back down. Luca fell against the pillows with a muted huff.
“Would you at least tell me what you’re up to?” he asked.
“Where’s the fun in that?” she smiled.
Her heart was pounding. She could feel it in her throat, in the way her palms tingled where they touched him. Truth was, she had no idea what she was doing. None. She was winging it on audacity and borrowed confidence, testing the waters of a power she wasn’t sure she truly held.
But she needed to know.
Needed to know if Luciano Genovese looked at her like a passing indulgence. If this intensity was temporary. If one day he would get bored, finish whatever game this was, and set her aside.
She’d promised she would have sex with him if he saved her sister. A promise made when fear ruled her mouth and hope made her reckless. He had saved her sister.
And now she owed him.
Luca watched her carefully, eyes dark, assessing. He couldn’t tell whether she was bluffing or brave.
She threw her leg over him. One second he was watching her, the next her weight settled squarely over his groin. Luca cleared his throat, a rough, useless sound meant to disguise the very obvious fact that his body had already betrayed him. He had been hard before she touched him. Before she climbed on the bed.
Before she decided to play god with the devil.
Pathetic.
Her thigh pressed down, testing, grinding just enough to make his jaw tighten. He stared at the ceiling, nostrils flaring, reminding himself that this was ridiculous. He could snap the bindings. He could flip her onto her back. He could end this in seconds.
He didn’t.
She reached up and pulled his already bound arms higher over his head, stretching him, exposing him. The knot was sloppy. Childish. An insult to his experience. And still, he let it hold.
Then she bent.
Her mouth found his chest, lips soft and purposeful, not rushed, not shy. She kissed him. Her tongue followed, dragging heat across his skin before circling his nipple and flicking it.
“Fuck he muttered, more breath than word.
She smiled against his skin, clearly pleased.
She moved lower.
Inch by merciless inch, her hair brushing his stomach, her mouth tracing a path that made his hands curl uselessly above his head. Luca swallowed hard, chest rising and falling faster now.
When she reached his waistband, she paused.
He looked down.
She was staring at him with that look again. The one that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
Then she pulled him free.
There was no mistaking the evidence of his need.
Luca stared at her, incredulous, heart pounding. There was no way she would.
No way.
But when her lips brushed the head of his cock, when sensation exploded sharp and sudden, he cursed loud and unfiltered.
“What the fuck p>
She chuckled and looked up at him, eyes bright, mouth dangerously close.
“You want to do that right now?” he asked. “While I’m tied up? Right now p>
“Punishment,” she reminded him.
“Fuck my life,” he swore, as she bent again and took him into her mouth.
Luca groaned, head pressing back into the pillow, every muscle in his body going tight. His hands strained against the bindings now.
“Vee,” he warned.
Vee struggled a bit as she tried to fit him in her mouth. Lord knows she had no idea if she was even doing it right. No one had ever taught her this version of intimacy. If she failed, he would laugh. If she succeeded, he would never let her forget it.
Luca sensed her struggle immediately. He shifted his hips, breath roughening as he urged her on. “That’s it, baby. Show me how deep you can go.” He tugged uselessly against the flimsy bindings, more out of instinct than need, and grinned when they held.
She felt motivated then. Her jaw protested as she took him in deeper, eyes watering.
“God, you feel so good. Keep going. Don’t stop.” Luca’s head fell back, dark hair brushing his forehead, teeth clenched as he fought the urge to snap the bindings and take what his body demanded. It took a lot of will not to rid himself of the restraints and shove his cock down her throat until she couldn’t breathe, not because he wanted to hurt her, but because the instinct to dominate burned hot and reckless in him.
He swallowed it down, choosing restraint over ruin, choosing her over the darker thrill.
Vee held him firmly in her hands and worked up and down his length, trying to find a rhythm that felt right. Her movements were clumsy at first, then steadier, guided by the sounds he made and the way his muscles tensed beneath her palms. She wondered if he understood how much of herself she handed him in moments like this.
“Fuck! Good girl.” Luca went on, praising her, urging her on. His hips buckled suddenly and she gagged, his cock hitting the back of her throat hard enough to steal her breath. “Shit! Vee! I’m going to cum p>
(At this point, I’m beginning to think I need to put a notification in the synopsis that says ’LOTS OF SEX IN THIS BOOK’. I swear I didn’t plan the book this way but these leads are just horny fuckers. Jeez p>