Page 66 of Pietro

Pietro takes a small step back, his eyes darkening as they travel over my exposed skin. The hunger in his gaze makes me feel both vulnerable and powerful.

"Perfect," he breathes, the word hanging between us like a prayer. "Perfetta."

No one has ever looked at me like I'm something precious. Something to be savored.

Before I can respond, he's moving forward again, one hand tangling in my hair. He pulls my head back gently but firmly, exposing my throat. I gasp at the sensation, my body arching toward him instinctively.

"I knew you'd be responsive," he murmurs against my skin. "So sensitive to every touch."

His lips find my throat, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of my neck. Each press of his mouth sends electricity coursing through me. When his teeth graze my collarbone, I can't hold back a moan.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice rough with desire. "Let me hear you."

His mouth continues its journey downward, across my chest to the swell of my breasts. Slowly, he drags his tongue along the edge of my bra, teasing the sensitive skin there.

My fingers dig into his shoulders as he pulls the lace cup down, exposing my breast to the cool air. When his hot mouth closes around my nipple, my back arches off the desk.

"Pietro," I gasp, threading my fingers through his hair.

He hums against my skin, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. His tongue circles my nipple before he sucks harder, drawing another desperate sound from my throat.

As he lavishes attention on my breasts, alternating between gentle licks and possessive sucking, my mind races with the bitter truth I can't share.

After tomorrow, when he learns who I really am he'll be the one wanting me out of his system. This night will become something he'll regret, a betrayal he never saw coming.

The thought sends a sharp pain through my chest, but I push it away. I can't think about tomorrow. Not when his mouth is doing sinful things to my body.

Truth is, I don't have much experience with sex. My relationship with Declan was more strategic than passionate, our encounters perfunctory rather than pleasurable. But I'd rather die than admit that to Pietro. His ego is massive enough already.

If he's as good as he claims to be, he'll have to work for it. I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing how easily he affects me.

I school my features into something more controlled, less desperate. When he looks up at me, I raise an eyebrow in challenge.

"Is that all you've got?" I ask, my voice steadier than I feel. "I thought you were going to show me why I'd never get you out of my system."

His eyes narrow, a dangerous smile spreading across his face.

"Oh,baby," he says, his voice dropping to a growl that makes my thighs clench. "I'm just getting started."

Pietro drops to his knees before me, his hands sliding down my legs. I brace myself against the cool wood of the desk as I feel the first warm touch of his lips against my ankle.

His mouth travels up my calf with agonizing slowness, each open-mouthed kiss sending shivers up my spine. His tongue traces the sensitive skin behind my knee, and my breath catches as he licks his way up my thigh.

He nears the apex of my thighs and I can't stop myself from crying out. He pauses just below my black lace underwear, his breath hot against my damp skin. Without warning, he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of my inner thigh.

"Ah!" I arch off the desk, my hands flying to his shoulders. The sharp pain melts instantly into pleasure that pools low in my belly.

He does it again, higher this time, just above the edge of my panties. The dual sensation of his teeth and tongue createsa delicious friction that makes my hips buck toward him involuntarily.

"Please," I gasp, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as I try to tug the scrap of lace aside.

His hands clamp down on my hips, pinning me to the desk. "Don't," he commands, his voice rough and low. "You move only when I say you move."

The authority in his tone sends liquid heat flooding between my legs. I whimper as he presses one last, sharp bite beneath my hipbone before soothing it with his tongue.

I watch, mesmerized, as he hooks his thumbs into the sides of my panties without removing them. He pushes the fabric aside, exposing my bare skin. My breath catches as he leans forward, his dark eyes locked with mine.

The first slow swipe of his tongue nearly undoes me. "Oh god," I moan, my head falling back as he tastes me with deep, languid strokes that build an unbearable pressure inside me.