Page 51 of Bellini Born

She moaned, her fingers tangling in the short strands of my hair when I sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.

When I gently eased the gun from her mouth, Summer let out the tiniest whine.

“Filthy girl,” I rasped. “You loved that, didn’t you?”

Tear tracks stained her pretty face. “Matteo. I need more.”

Hearing her say my name in that husky tone was enough to bring me to my knees.

My fingers circled her throat. “Beg for it.”

“Please.” The word came out on a broken sob.

I leaned in close enough that I could speak directly into her ear. “There’s nothing I would deny you, Summer. All you ever have to do is ask.”

She clawed at my shoulders. “You. I need you.”

“I’m right here,dolcezza.” Grinding my hard cock against her softness, I groaned. “Feel that? It’s all for you.”

Her whimper was music to my ears.

Trailing my gun between her breasts, I stopped at the waistband of her silk shorts. “Lose these.”

They hit the floor in a flash, and I nearly swallowed my tongue when I peeked down to find her bare and glistening. God, I wanted to bury my face between those creamy thighs more than I’d wanted anything in my entire life.

But this next part was crucial. It had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with trust. This would be the ultimate test as to whether she was willing to let me hold her life in my hands. Literally.

If she gave that level of trust freely, without reservations, it might erase the guilt I felt for dragging her into the danger that came with hitching her star to my wagon bound for hell.

I wedged a foot between Summer’s. “Spread ’em.”

She widened her stance, obeying eagerly in hopes of receiving the “more” I’d made her beg for. Even if she had no clue what that would entail.

Summer’s lashes fluttered shut when the muzzle teased over her mound, gliding effortlessly through the slickness of her slit.

A shudder ran down the length of her body. “Oh my God.”

Abandoning my hold on her throat, I roughly gripped her chin, and those baby blues sprang open.

“I am your god now,” I gritted out, a haze of lust clouding my vision.

Her plush pink lips parted in shock, but damn if her hips didn’t push forward, her pussy seeking out contact with my gun. And I began to believe that maybe, just maybe, she was brave enough to thrive as my fucking queen.

Ducking my head, I licked a path up her neck as I pushed the barrel between her open thighs, notching the tip at her entrance. “Is this what you want?”

Her swallow was audible. “Yes.”

I bit down on her earlobe. “So fucking perfect.”

That’s all I said before I pushed the weapon inside, relishing the sound of her gasp when her body yielded to accept the intrusion.

God, I could feel the heat radiating from her cunt against my hand, clutched around the grip, once the gun was fully seated inside her. My cock throbbed, begging me to end this game and claim her for myself.

My thumb shifted enough to toggle on the safety before I gave the first tentative thrust, fucking Summer with the loaded firearm.

Any minute, I expected her to come to her senses, to scream in horror when she realized what I was doing and run from this house as fast as she could. But to my surprise, that moment never came. Instead, her nails dug into my forearm, urging me to pick up the pace.

She was fucking perfect. And she was all mine.