Page 68 of Bellini Born

The quick flicks of his tongue on my throbbing clit, in tandem with the steady thrusts of his fingers, drove me higher and higher until I let out a ragged sob. I was so close. I just needed something . . . more. But I wasn’t sure what.

Like he had exclusive access to some kind of instruction manual, Matteo knew what would throw me over the top. His teeth grazed my clit, giving a gentle tug, while the tip of his tongue never relented, and I shot into the stratosphere.

Trembling from head to toe, I sucked in a sharp breath as ecstasy burst through my bloodstream. All my nerve endings lit up at once with enough electricity to power the entire city of Chicago.

And through it all, Matteo kept his dark stare on me, his mouth working me over until I grew boneless, sagging against the wall and panting heavily.

His hand smoothed over my thigh, easing it from his shoulder so that my foot was back on solid ground. Not that it seemed very solid beneath legs that felt like jelly.

With an anchoring hold on my hips, he stood, pinning me to the wall to keep me upright as his tongue dove past my parted lips, forcing me to taste myself.

I couldn’t do anything but moan into the kiss, completely spent and at his mercy.

Wet fingers gripped my chin when he pulled away. “I’ve sampled the finest delicacies this world has to offer, but nothing compares to the decadence of your sweet cunt.”

We were gonna need to call the staff to grab a mop because I was officially a puddle on the floor.

My skirt was tugged down enough to cover my ass, then Matteo was leading me down a hallway. When we pushed through a back door where a black SUV was waiting, I dug my heels in, trying to halt our forward progress.

Matteo looked back at me with an arched eyebrow. “Problem?”

I waved a weak hand in the direction of the club behind us. “Gabi.”

“Rico’s under instructions to make sure she gets home safe.”

In my post-orgasm haze, I allowed him to lift me into the back seat and buckle me in. Once he climbed in beside me, I found my voice enough to ask, “Where are we going?”

A devilish gleam entered those dark brown eyes. “Home. That was just the appetizer. The main course is still waiting for us.”

My only wish was for the car to drive faster because I was more than ready to let this sexy man eat me alive.

Chapter 16

Matteo

Summer’salluringessencecoatedmy tastebuds, and already, I was greedy for another taste. So much so that I found myself obscenely licking every last trace coating my face that I could reach with my tongue.

Already, the urge to make her come again consumed me, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait until we made it back to the estate.

My beautiful girl lay relaxed in the seat beside me, head dropped back, eyes closed, as her breathing finally regulated to a steady, even pattern. The city lights illuminated her creamy skin, flushed pink post-orgasm.

A surge of primal possession flooded my system. I did that. And I would do it again and again whenever and wherever I wanted. Because she wasmine.

With the press of a button, the privacy screen moved into place, obscuring the backseat from our driver’s view. The only drawback was that it didn’t provide a sound barrier, and if theexperience inside the club were any indication, Summer would be loud when she came.

I’d worry about that in the morning because tonight my focus was exclusively on her. The minute I saw her dressed up for a night out, I knew I couldn’t sit on the sidelines any longer. After a quick call to Enzo to keep an eye on the girls, I was hot on her heels, headed to Euphoria.

Once the clock struck midnight, I would say goodbye to the pain of the past. The new year would mark the beginning of a new era, one where Summer was front and center.

The object of my obsession gasped when my fingers trailed over her collarbone, teasing the skin there before dipping between the valley of her breasts and venturing lower until I gripped the hem of her dress and inched it high enough to expose her dark panties.

When the scent of her arousal reached my nostrils, I was like a damn shark getting a whiff of blood in the water. I was desperate to devour her, wanted to sink my teeth in until she thrashed beneath me, begging for mercy—mercy I likely wouldn’t grant with how keyed up I was.

Eyes snapping open, Summer tried to shimmy away from my touch, hissing, “Matteo, the driver.”

A husky chuckle vibrated through my chest as I jerked my chin toward the privacy screen.

When her gaze tracked mine, she let out a breathy, “Oh,” her lips forming a perfect circle, and damn if I couldn’t picture my cock slipping past those plush pink lips, driving deep enough to make her gag.