MIA
Romolo parked the car in a miraculously open space a block away from my building and cut the engine.
I glanced at my phone. “Well, you wasted a bunch of time driving the wrong way. It’s a quarter to midnight. Probably not enough time—”
“Get out of the car, Mia,” he said, his voice low and calm as he pulled his mask back on.
My skin buzzed with anticipation as I opened the door. The sports car was so low that I had to wait for Romolo to round the hood and help me to my feet. The goosebumps on my skin had nothing to do with the cold, but when he saw them, his jaw clenched, and he took out a coat from the trunk and tossed it over my shoulders.
Then he wrapped his hand around mine and didn’t let go as we power walked to the entrance of my building.
I was making questionable choices. I knew that. Romolo was Gino Ferraro’s son. A man with a crooked moral compass who’d sent my business rival out of state because he “felt like it.” I had no doubt it was far from the worst thing he’d ever done.
But all those things didn’t change the cold, hard fact that I was drawn to him. And I was tired of resisting it.
We had a spark. An attraction that we’d tried to put out with distance, but that hadn’t worked.
It was time to try something else.
The concierge at the front desk of my building made some comment about our outfits, but all I could muster in response was a breathless giggle. Romolo didn’t even look at him. He just dragged me to the elevators and punched at the button with impatient force.
Ding.
We stepped inside. Romolo pressed the button for my floor—somehow he knew that too—and the doors slid shut.
The next thing I knew, he was on me. I gasped as my back hit the elevator wall, his hands gripping my hips, his mouth crashing against mine like he was starved for it.
The kiss was urgent. Greedy. His hips rolled into me, and I whimpered at the feel of his thick, hard length pressing into my stomach.
“Fucking finally,” he muttered, teeth grazing my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. “I’ve been burning for you, Berry. Feels like a fucking disease.”
His words made my blood thrum. “Charming,” I managed to say as his fingers dipped inside the neck of my dress. “You really know how to make a girl feel special.”
He pinched my nipple and placed a kiss along my jaw. “You are special.” His hot breath brushed against my ear. “Your cunt might be the only cure.”
I moaned at the filth coming out of his mouth. I’d never been with a guy who talked like that, and I’d never expected how it would turn me on.
His lips moved to my neck, and his teeth scraped against sensitive skin. “Can’t fucking wait to be inside you.”
I was so ready. I wanted this man to do dirty, filthy things to me. Things I’d sometimes imagined, but had always been too shy, too scared, to mention to any of the boyfriends that I’d had.
With Romolo?
I wasn’t scared. The raw, carnal part of me I’d hidden away was ravenous for him. We only had tonight. There was no time to ease into it. No reason to hold anything back.
I wanted to be used. Spanked. Fucked so hard that every time I took a step for the next few days, I’d feel a twinge that reminded me of him.
It was depraved. It was unhinged.
And it had me soaking wet.
He carried me from the elevator to my door and made out with my neck while I fumbled for my key inside my purse.
“Faster,” he growled, voice thick with need.
“As if you’re not the reason I’m struggling,” I panted, finally closing my fingers around the keychain.
His hand cupped my breast.
I dropped the keys.
He made a low, frustrated noise, set me on my feet, and snatched the keys up himself.
The lock clicked open.
We stumbled inside.
I hung his coat on a hook while he ripped his mask off and threw it aside.
“Bedroom,” he said, obviously uninterested in familiarizing himself with where I lived. I didn’t blame him. I was so turned on that I felt like I was about to combust.
“Here.” I moved toward the bedroom door, feeling him close at my back.
The moment he saw the bed, he tossed me onto it. I barely had time to flick on the bedside lamp before he crawled on top of me and busied himself with the bodice of my dress, looking for a way to get it off.
“Buttons. On the back.”
He flipped me over like I was a doll and swore. “Mia, there’s a hundred of them.”
I giggled into the duvet. “Sorry.”
“I’ll rip it open.”
“Don’t you dare. I love this dress.”
He made a frustrated noise and turned me back over, his dark eyes burning into mine. “No fucking time.” He shoved my skirt up to my waist, dragged me to the edge of the bed, and dropped to his knees.
His lips found my inner thigh, brushing over the sensitive skin. I erupted in shivers as he moved higher, closer to where I really wanted him, his tongue darting out to taste my flesh.
My clit pulsed in anticipation. It had been a very long time. I’d been too busy to even get myself off these days.
His nose bumped against the gusset of my panties. I heard him inhale, which made me blush, but the needy groan that followed was profoundly flattering.
One of his hands tightened around my thigh. “Did you go swimming earlier?”
My face heated. “Shut up.”
His finger hooked around the wettest part of my underwear. “These are ruined, Berry. I think I’ll keep them, though.”
I gasped when his finger made the slightest contact with my clit. I was already so sensitive and engorged. My pussy was practically begging to be touched.
He tugged on the fabric, dragging the soaked panties down my legs and carefully pulling them over my heels. We were in such a rush I was still wearing my Jimmy Choos.
His gaze met mine. “Five minutes left.”
“Doubt you can do it,” I challenged.
He smirked. “Brace yourself, sweetheart.”
And then he slung my thighs over his shoulders, grabbed two fistfuls of my ass, and brought me right up to his mouth.
The first lick sent a shock through my system. I moaned, my eyes wide as I stared at the ceiling and wondered how his mouth could be so hot.
He did it again, spreading me open and licking all the way from my ass to my clit, until every nerve ending I had stood at rapt attention. When he started drawing tight circles around the bud, a wave of spasms ran through my body.
I clutched the duvet, holding on for dear life as everything inside me began to tighten like a coil. The view of his dark head between my thighs only got me hotter, but I couldn’t look away.
I liked seeing him there. So much.
His fingers teased my opening before sliding in. I was so wet, there was barely any friction. My pussy clenched, and a rush of warmth spread through me. God, this was intense. I wasn’t sure I was going to survive the part at the end.
He kept lapping at me as he curled his fingers just so and—
“Ahh!” I dug the backs of my heels into him and arched off the bed. I was right there, right on the edge. “Oh God. Ohhh Jesus.”
“Wrong name.” His breath was hot against my aching pussy. “Be a good girl and play by the rules.”
I tugged on his hair—I needed that mouth on me again—and he obliged, circling his tongue over my clit and working me into a frenzy.
And then he sucked. Hard.
My body tensed, the pressure in my core almost too much until—
The coil snapped.
Pleasure slammed into me.
And because I was a good girl who followed rules, it was his name I moaned as I shattered.
