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“Succhiami, canto di fuoco. Prendermi in giro non farà altro che incoraggiare il mio lato oscuro.”

His Italian was beautiful, his diction perfect. There were no curse words, no slang. Just polished perfection. And the words sent a series of tremors through me.

Suck me, Firesong. Teasing me will only encourage the dark side of me.

A part of me longed to see his dark side. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking with my thumb before lifting his cock and blowing across the tip again. After rolling my tongue around his cockhead, I engulfed several inches, suddenly becoming greedy in my own desires.

With my hands tied together, I was limited in what I did. I popped his cock from my mouth and licked all the way along the underside to his balls. His musky scent was already making me lightheaded. There was nothing better than the feeling of having a man’s testicles in my mouth. As soon as I pulled one between my lips, his upper torso began to shake.

There was something incredible about having this amount of control. I sucked, using just enough pressure his breathing changed. He tugged on my hair as I shifted to the other ball, enjoying my ability to torment him as he’d done to me.

At this point, there was no thinking involved, just enjoying the passion as I sucked on his cock, taking him down an inch at a time. The taste of him was musky, tangy, and I longed to swallow every crop of his sweet cream. Something in me said that wasn’t going to happen. At least not tonight.

I relaxed my throat, keeping my eyes closed as I concentrated on pleasing him. Every sound he made, every grunt and growl was a sign of encouragement. I seemed to know how to please him. I would never have thought it important just a few days before. I’d planned on the man never touching me in a sexual way. A marriage in name only.

I’d try to return to my personal promise tomorrow, but for tonight, I was enjoying the moment of feeling free. I swirled my tongue and twisted one hand around his shaft until I created friction.

Alejandro bucked his hips forward, slamming the tip of his cock against the back of my throat. He was on the balls of his feet, every muscle tense. I glanced up at his face, half expecting to see a sneer. His eyes were closed, his lips pursed thin. And he was shaking, losing all sense of control.

But he wasn’t finished with me yet, pushing my shoulders gently until he broke the hold. I sat back on my haunches, studying his reaction.

He placed both hands on either side of his face and took rapid breaths to fill his lungs. But he dropped his head seconds later, rubbing his thumb from one side of my jaw to the other before ending by rubbing the rough pad across my closed lips aggressively.

“What the hell am I going to do with you?” His question seemed rhetorical, but not like something a man would say after a great round of sex. He truly didn’t know how to react around me. I sensed when he was in the throes of passion, he was close to becoming unhinged.

For a man so highly trained and regarded, doing so was likely frowned upon. But he wasn’t just any man nor was he only a soldier any longer.

He was a man to be reckoned with. He could make or remake the rules as he wanted. That scared me, but not nearly as much as how much I was enjoying the time we spent together. Doing so was truly dangerous.

Taking a single stride away, his passion remained furrowed on his brow as he ripped off his boots and jeans. The fact he’d left his shirt on had me more curious than ever. I didn’t have time to react before he’d slipped his arms under mine, lifting me with ease two feet into the air.

“The first answer is easy,” he growled.

“What is it?”

“I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

CHAPTER14

Alejandro

There was no sense in questioning what the hell I was doing any longer.

It was obvious I was just winging it, enjoying whatever I wanted when it felt right. Including fucking her.

Again.

The only difference now was that she was legally my wife. There should be nothing taboo about what we were doing.

Except there was.

Everything about fucking her should be considered forbidden. I’d intended on remaining aloof. Yeah, I witnessed what little control I had around her. The worst part was that I should feel guilty on two levels. Both included lying. One to a friend and the other to a woman I’d asked to trust me.

I didn’t feel that way at all. Touching her. Tasting her. Fucking her. All of it felt right. Maybe I was just a selfish prick. This was what some would call having my cake and eating it too. Literally.

Others would call it a perk and encourage me to lose myself in the moment as I planned on doing with burying my cock deep inside the woman.

However, I didn’t need to remind myself this might be passion, but there were no emotions involved. People could fuck without giving a shit about the other. With Carmella’s thighs pressed against mine, I took two strides and slammed her back against the wall. I could easily fuck her anywhere and planned on doing so.