Page 55 of Liberated By Sin
Back arched off the floor, I slowly slid down the zipper to my suit. “Santino Leone, begging me?” I grinned, biting my lip.
“Would you like me on my knees,preziosa?”
“And what would you do for me on your knees?” I freed my arms and trailed a languid finger between my breasts, drawing circles around the pink pasties covering my nipples.
“The things I wouldn’t do is amuchshorter list.”
A shiver moved down my spine at the thought of this man no longer tied down to a chair but crawling over my body.
No.
“Oh, fuck, sweetheart…look at you. That’s the prettiest fucking shade of red I’ve ever seen.”
Squeezing my eyelids closed, I purged those memories and sealed Athena back into that dark space in my mind.
“Amara,” he called with a softer tone, as if sensing something was off.
But I steeled my emotions and rose to my feet, sauntering behind him and sliding my hands along his arms where hard muscle matched the tension in his jaw. Santino tipped his head, following my movements, but I avoided eye contact and circled him again.
“What do you want from me?”
“Everything.”
“You don’t know me.” I shook my head slowly, unable to wrap my mind around his desperation.
“Let me in.”
God, did I want to.
Feeling bold, I slipped onto his lap again and looped my arms behind his neck.
He wouldn’t want you,the voice reminded me again, splinteringmy resolve.
“I can’t,” I whispered, sure he couldn’t have heard over the music, but I was wrong.
“Tell me.”
Our eyes locked at that moment, and I ground into him, feeling a spark light up my belly.
Again and again, I grazed over his hard cock, anguish and pleasure warring for dominance. But I needed this. I needed to give in and let go at the same time. It was on my terms.
For the first time,Iwas in control.
My nails sank into his skin, and I threw my head back.
“That’s it. Use me,preziosa. I’m yours.”
My heart staggered at his words because there has never been a man who cared about my pleasure over his own. Men only took and took until there was nothing left.
I hated that I viewed him differently, that he made me feel things I had no business feeling, but I couldn’t stop. Gaining control also meant losing it.
“Fuck…fuck,” I whined as I climbed higher, my movements faster and harder. He hissed when I clawed at his scalp, but my grip only intensified as I neared my breaking point.
“Come for me, Amara. Hurt me if you need to. Show me how beautiful you look when you let go.”
Santino’s voice was strained, as if he was fighting to hold on.
For me.