Devotion (Mafia Ties #3) Read Online Free Page A

cold water in my showers.
    We were lying in bed, her soft body draped all over me as I held her close. I brushed some hair away from her face and kissed her forehead. “You’re not well, mia dolce.”
    She huffed and shoved away from me, breaking my hold on her and sitting up. “I’m perfectly fine, Nic. Except for my need to be fucked!” she snapped.
    My eyebrows shot up into my hairline at her use of such vulgar profanity. I loved how delicate Gianna was, her innocence, and sweetness. But, I had to admit, when she let out a little bit of the naughty girl inside, it was a complete fucking turn on and my already stiff dick jumped up to salute her. I was going to make it one of my missions to see this temptress more often in the bedroom.
    I stifled a laugh, but obviously didn’t do a good enough job because she climbed off the bed and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I lay back on the mattress, putting my hands behind my head and trying to talk down my cock.
    My ears pricked at a sound from the bathroom, a familiar moan, and I shot up from the bed, racing to the door. Throwing it open, I froze at the sight of Gianna in the shower, with her hand between her legs. Oh, fuck no.
    Stalking over, I shoved the door open, snatched her wrist away, and used it to drag her up against my body. Bringing her fingers to my mouth, I licked them clean, eliciting another moan. Satisfied that I’d gotten all of her essence, I gripped both of her wrists and anchored them behind her back.
    “ No one makes you come but me,” I snarled. “Not even you. Those sounds, your moans and screams of pleasure, they belong to me, Gianna. They are mine and I will not share them.” I stared at her with a hardened gaze, making sure my warning was clear. “If you need a release, you will come to me, or you will wait. Do you understand?”
    She considered me thoughtfully for a moment, but then, wisely, yielded with a nod. Her plump lips turned down into a pretty pout and the image of them wrapped around my cock had me so hard up, spots were floating in front of my eyes.
    “You’ve been turning me down,” she muttered. It dawned on me then, I’d been so focused on not fucking her that I hadn’t thought to relieve her ache in other ways.
    I rested my forehead against hers and sighed. “I’m sorry, mia dolce. It kills me that I’ve left you wanting.” Releasing her hands, I stripped off my soaking wet boxer briefs and threw them on the floor behind me, before I dropped to my knees. I placed a reverent kiss on the place where our baby rested and another on her pubic bone, before wrapping my hands around her hips. I ran my tongue lightly up her pussy lips, from bottom to top. Then moved one hand to rest above and hold them apart. Another lick, this one deeper, and I groaned at the sweet flavor.
    “You taste so fucking good, Gianna. I’ve been starved for your juices.” She whimpered, and I went back to eating her, paying special attention to her clit and driving her wild. “Come, mia dolce. Come on my tongue.” When her moans reached a certain pitch, I sucked her little bud hard, biting down, and lapping up every bit of her cream flooding my mouth as she shattered apart.
    I got to my feet and she slumped forward, sated and exhausted. Sweeping her into my arms, I stepped from the shower and set her gently on her feet. “Hold on to me while I towel you off, mia dolce.” She dutifully followed my instructions, and once we were both dry, I picked her up again and strode to the bed.
    I got her settled, then climbed in and reached for her. She came willingly into my arms and dropped a kiss on my lips before melding her mouth to mine. Our tongues danced in passion, and I poured every bit of my love into the kiss. She swung a leg over me and began to slide on top and straddle me. “Bellissima,” I admonished with a growl.
    She didn’t say anything, just flopped down beside me in defeat, then turned on her side to face away.