Page 155 of Dancing with the Devil

I had dragged Antonio out to the shops that afternoon, and then proceeded to make him a Nutella sandwich which he hesitantly ate. He said he loved it, but I knew he just didn’t want to hurt my feelings, since I was so excited about having him try it.

I couldn’t be happier staying here with him. We played a variety of games—drinking games and board games. All of it. I,obviously, forced him because if it were up to him, we would have sex and while I slept he would work. And although I loved either of those things, we had to do something else.

My favorite was strip poker because, well, it always ended with us having sex on the table.Hypocrite? Yes. Do I care? No. Why? Because he fucks like a fucking God.

Speaking of having sex, we had a lot of it. In the kitchen, in the hallway, on the stairs, in the shower, on the balcony in his room, and—my personal favorite—the living room floor in front of the fireplace.

I’d always ask for a glass of wine as soon as we sat down, and he’d pour me some.

“You’re like my little personal assistant,” I teased as he walked back with the third bottle. While he left I had slipped my bra and panties back on.

He wore black pants, and I couldn’t tear my eyes off his bare upper body. I wanted to bite his muscles. I really did. It was tempting.

I wanted to run my fingers up and down his abs and kiss them slowly.

That was tempting too. But I didn’t, because even though he probably wouldn’t be opposed to it, biting him would still hurt.

“Yeah?” he sat down next to me. Throwing the sheets over him, I handed him my empty glass. “Living a life of serving you might just be my biggest wish,” he grinned as he poured some wine into my glass.

“Be careful what you wish for, De Luca,” I smiled behind my glass as I brought it to my lips. I took a sip and he slightly tilted his head to the side.

“And why’s that?” he asked, putting down the bottle and I lowered my glass.

“Because, your wish might just come true, and you won’t like it,” I answered, taking another sip.

“Try me,” he leaned in and licked a drop of wine off the corner of my mouth.

He pulled back and I smiled. “Thought you didn’t prefer wine thisearly,” I teased—because five in the evening was ‘too early’ to have wine, as a personal preference—and he licked his lips.

“I have some exceptions,” he shrugged his shoulders and I nodded, bringing the glass up to my lips.

Before the glass reached my lips, I tilted it, letting the wine spill down my throat and my chest.

He poked his tongue on the inside of his cheek as his eyes stayed glued to my chest. “I think the wine is finally getting to me,” I said, pulling my bra down just a little to expose more of my cleavage. “Mind getting me a towel?” I batted my eyelashes and his eyes slowly met mine. “Go on,” I nodded toward the kitchen. “Assistme.”

He got up and made his way into the kitchen. I drank the last little bit of wine that was left in my glass, and soon he came back.

“Let me,” he said as I reached for the cloth. He kneeled behind me and folded the cloth in front of me, kissing my ear. “Do you trust me?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” I softly said and he brought the cloth to my eyes, blindfolding me.

A shiver shot down my spine as he kissed my neck. He carefully turned me to face him and gently took my face in his hand, tilting my face upwards.

I sucked in a quick breath as I felt his lips slightly brush against my throat. He licked the wine off my throat and I shifted, squeezing my thighs together.

His touch felt ten times better.Enhanced. My body grew hotter, and a tingling sensation ran down my spine and somehow stopped between my thighs.

He traced his tongue down my jawline and to my neck.

He kissed down my chest, dragging his tongue down the valley of my breasts.

Because of my bra, my breasts were pushed together. I felt him grinning as he stuck his tongue—between my breasts—licking the little droplets of wine, and my clit ached in desperation.Oh, this man.

He slightly lifted his head and bit down on my left breast. I couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling back as I grabbed his face.

He licked the wine off my skin and grabbed onto my waist. He pulled me closer than I already was, and I pushed my chest into his face. I couldfeelhim smiling.

His lips left my skin for a second before I felt his lips on mine. I parted my lips, wrapping my arms around his neck. The taste of wine on his tongue was euphoric.