His chest heaved with each deep breath he took. “Alex,” he warned.
“Marcello,” I whispered.
He grabbed my hand to stop our slow exploration of my thigh. “What are you doing, Alex?”
I rested my head against the pillows. “You know what I want.”
Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead and chest, dipping between my breasts. Just his hand on my thigh was enough to fulfill my fantasy. I’d wanted him to touch me since the night on the jet when he’d stood in the doorway, looking at me like a hunter.
“Alex,” he sighed. His eyes pointed down at my nipples, which were poking through the thin tank top. “We can’t. Not like this.”
“Because Luca won’t like it?”
He shook his head, his dark hair falling in front of his eyes. “There’s so much you don’t know about The Devil’s Knights and our rituals.”
“Then tell me.”
His fingers tapped my thigh, and my body sparked with electricity. “I can’t. Not until you marry Luca.”
“I refuse to marry Luca without knowing the truth.”
He blew out a deep breath, then shoved the hair out of his eyes. “You should discuss this with him.”
“Marcello, I see the way you look at me.”
“You will be my queen.” He moved his free hand to my cheek. “I look at you with reverence. Respect.”
I pushed my shorts to the side, testing the waters. “And lust.”
Marcello groaned as I rubbed my hand over my damp panties. They were lacy, white, and nearly see-through.
“Don’t you want your queen to be happy, Marcello?”
“Alex,” he hissed.
“Touch me.” Shivers raced through me as I continued to feel my wetness over top of the fabric. “Please.”
He licked his lips. “Alex, not like this.”
“Do you want to watch me?”
He sat painfully still beside me, unblinking as his gaze moved between my legs. I took that as a yes and shoved my panties out of the way, spreading my thighs wider.
“Fuck,” he breathed, then looked away.
“Look at me, Marcello.”
His head slowly turned as if it was killing him not to look.
“I want you to watch,” I whimpered. “I want you to see what you’re doing to me. I’m so wet.”
“Yeah,” he choked out. “I can see that.”
I dragged my finger along my wet slit, and my eyelids fluttered from the intense sensation shooting down my arms and legs.
Marcello glanced at the room’s corner.
“Is he watching us?” I pushed my finger inside my wetness, and a moan slipped from my lips. “Will he yell at you for being a bad boy, Marcello?”
“I’m not the bad one.” He clutched my right thigh and spread my legs wider so he could get a better look. “My queen is a naughty girl.”
I circled my clit with my thumb, staring up at him. “You don’t know how bad I can be.”
His fingers pressed into my skin hard enough to leave prints. My body trembled from his rough touch, and a rush of electricity raced down my legs. I smiled when I noticed his big cock tenting his dress pants.
“You like this, Marcello?”
His breathing grew heavier with each flick of my thumb, every moan that slipped from my lips. “Fuck... yeah.”
I pushed up my shirt, massaging my swollen nipple as Marcello drank me in with carnal hunger in his eyes. His resolve was slowly fading into oblivion, and I knew I had him. He nudged my hand out of the way and cupped my breast, rolling the pad of his thumb over the tiny bud. With my eyes on him, I moaned with each thrust of my fingers, obsessed with the sexy faces he made as I brought myself closer to climax.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take over for me?”
He glanced down at my bare pussy and bit his bottom lip. “Is that what you want, you little brat?”
“Yes.” I licked my lips. “And I think you want it, too.”
I could see the hesitation on his face like he was fighting an internal struggle with himself. He didn’t waste too much time, though. Within seconds, he made room for himself between my thighs, two of his fingers replacing mine, working my inner walls like a pro.
As he spread me open, I imagined his fingers were his cock thrusting inside me. I dreamed of tasting his lips and let my hand roam across the mattress to touch him. Marcello glanced down as I grabbed his cock over top of his pants. He was so damn big and hard I wanted to rid him of these pesky pants. I was dying to see every single part of him.
He grunted as I rubbed his balls over the fabric. For a second, his eyes slammed shut, but his pace never faltered. My handsome devil fucked me with his fingers, adding another that made me scream. I slowly inched my hand up and down the length of his cock, jerking him off over his pants. The friction must have driven him crazy, but he made no move to free himself.