Taboo Flames (The Sicilian Sins #2)

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

Giovanni

F or someone with such an innocent face, she sure has the evilest expressions. Something about it is so hot, though. She’s almost like a puzzle.

There’s something very innocent and yet fiendish about her, like sin wrapped in a white, fluffy blanket. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Aurora—my best friend’s sister—who is completely off-limits and yet so irresistible.

When I pull the car to a stop again, she opens the car door and begins to climb out.

“Where are you going?” I ask in confusion.

She looks at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You didn’t think I was going to seduce you in here, did you? I need space to work.”

She climbs out and catwalks a few steps away from the car. I watch the way her dress clings to her figure and the hypnotizing swing of her hips.

I step out of the car after her and lean against the front of it. We’re very much out in the open, and even though it’s usually a very quiet road, there’s still a chance of someone passing by and watching whatever’s about to happen.

The naughtiness of putting on a show for strangers makes my blood go hot in my veins, but I tamp it down immediately. I have no plans of delivering Aurora a victory on a silver platter. In fact, I have no plans of losing to her.

She reaches for her hair and slowly pulls out her hair tie, allowing her golden locks to tumble down her back like a halo around her head. My breath catches in my throat at the sight.

I want to wrap that hair around my fist as I fuck her and make her beg.

I clench my jaw in frustration. The time hasn’t even started, and I am already losing it.

She holds out her phone and smiles seductively at me. “Time starts now.”

A bead of sweat runs down my back. Aurora’s presence alone is enough to get my blood rushing southwards. Who knows what tricks she has up her sleeves now?

“You don’t look all that confident anymore,” she purrs. “Scared?”

I give her a flat look. “Are you just going to stand there and talk shit? I thought you were supposed to be seducing me, not boring me to death.”

She grins, then runs her hand slowly from her jaw to her neck down to cup one breast and squeeze it lightly. Her nipples harden, and I can see the outline of their stiffness through her clothes. All the while, her eyes are trained on mine, and she bites her bottom lip.

Her other hand moves down to run up her thighs, pulling the hem of her dress higher and higher and higher?—

Just when I think she’ll give me a show, she stops. My mind flashes back to her whispering into my ear at the concert that she wasn’t wearing panties. I wonder if she’s wearing them now. Fuck.

She smirks as if she knows exactly what I’m thinking, and then she begins to walk toward me. Walk is the wrong word…she prowls toward me like a tigress on the hunt, her hips cocking out with every step.

Just when I think I’m surely going to lose, a beeping sound goes off, indicating that her time is up.

Her eyes drop down to the crotch of my pants, and she pokes out her bottom lip in a pretty pout.

“Are you done?” I growl.

“Yes, sir,” she says, then looks up at me coyly from under her lashes.

I can’t help myself anymore. My hands fly out and wrap around her neck, yanking her to me. Our mouths collide, mine hard and hungry, hers soft and pliant against mine.

She presses herself fully against me, feeling my hardness against her stomach. She tastes like temptation and euphoria and?—

All of a sudden, another beeping sound goes off, breaking my line of thought.

I pull away from her mouth and look at her in confusion. “What was that?”

“Oh, that,” she drawls with a grin. “That was my three minutes.”

She digs her phone out to show me the timer—three minutes on the dot.

“The previous one was my two-minute warning,” she explains as she presses her body against mine with a satisfied smile. “Is that your hard cock against me that I feel? You know what that means, right?”

“You tricked me,” I growl.

She scoffs. “Me? A naive, little thing tricked the big, bad, fearsome Giovanni Lombardi?” She gasps in mock shock, throwing my words back at me.

I grab her by the jaw and pull her toward me. “You’re such a brat, and you know what brats like you deserve?”

She swallows nervously, hesitation written all over her face. But it was too late for that now. She has pushed me to my limit. I’ve been doing my best to resist her, and at every point, all she has done is drag me into this crazy obsession with her.

I’m sick and tired of fighting it.

In one swift move, I spin her around until she’s between me and the car.

“What are you?—”

I don’t let her finish her sentence. Instead, I push her down until she’s bent over the hood of the car with her face pressed against the metal body.

“Now I’ll show you what happens to little girls who want to mess with the grown-ups.”

I grab her hands and hold both her wrists in one of mine at her back. I wait for her to protest, but she remains quiet. I wonder if I’ll be able to stop even if she did.

With my other hand, I push her dress up and over her peachy ass, revealing a pink thong. Then, I grab one ass cheek and knead it, and she lets out a moan and spreads her legs wide.

“Please,” she gasps breathily.

“Please what?” I mutter. “Bad girls don’t get to ask for anything. They take whatever they’re given and say thank you afterward.”

My hand flies up and lands hard on one ass cheek. She lets out a cry.

“W—what are you doing?”

“Count, princess. And for every number you miss, you’ll get one more.”

At that, my palm comes down on the other cheek, leaving a red handprint on it. She screams.

“One.”

I spank her again.

“Two,” she pants out.

I alternate between her two cheeks, slapping them hard and mercilessly until she’s sobbing and writhing against the car. I also add in a few slaps on her pussy that make her gasp.

I finally stop at sixteen when I feel she’s had enough.

“And what do you say, princess?” I demand.

“Thank you,” she sobs.

“Thank you what?” I growl.

“Thank you, sir.”

My cock gets even harder in my pants, threatening to burst right through the zipper. I take a moment to admire her reddened backside. I love the sight of my mark on her far too much.

Then I cup her cotton-covered pussy with one hand. I’m delighted to find that she has completely soaked the material. It seems the princess likes her pleasure with a bit of pain.

Who would have thought? It’s almost like she’s custom-made for me. Good on the outside but entirely rotten on the inside.

A sour feeling fills my chest at the thought that some other asshole has seen this side of her. This dirty, reprobate side of her.

“Don’t move,” I order before grabbing the panties and pulling them down her legs. Yanking them all the way off, I press the wet material to my nose, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal, and then I stuff the pink thong into the pocket of my pants.

Greedy for more of her delicious smell, I kneel behind her, grab her legs, spread them even further apart, and press my nose to her glistening, pink pussy.

She lets out a surprised sound.

She’s got such a pretty pussy, the prettiest I’ve ever seen.

“Oh, God,” she moans as I swipe my tongue across her folds.

“You taste so fucking good, and it’s not God’s name you should be crying out. It’s mine,” I growl against her before dragging her ass backward and spearing my tongue into her tight hole.

I eat her like a starved man, wildly and without finesse. I’m drunk on the taste, smell, and feel of her. Her liquid heat against my tongue is like heaven on earth.

She grinds against my mouth, chasing her pleasure shamelessly, and her cry of pleasure is music to my ears. I want to live and die here in this very moment.

I pull away for a moment to flip her onto her back, and then I arrange her so her legs are planted on the hood of the car and spread as far as they can go, exposing her fully to me. Everything from her pussy to her puckered hole is bared to me.

“So fucking pretty,” I tell her, dipping the tip of one finger into her tight, wet heat. “You’ll take my cock so beautifully, won’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes out, her lashes fluttering.

“You won’t even need me to go slow. You’ll take all eight inches of me.” I press another finger into her, and she lets out a long, tortured moan.

“You’re so horny for me right now that you’ll even let me fuck you in the ass, won’t you?” I tap a finger against her puckered back hole. “You’ll do anything for me to let you cum right now, won’t you?”

“Yes, please, anything,” she pleads.

All this while, instead of orders and threats, I should have known that the best way to shut Aurora up and make her obey was to get her like this. Open, vulnerable, and needy.

Her eyes are half-lidded and full of raw hunger. Her pussy is leaking all over the hood of my car, and if I pull my cock out right now, I’m sure she’ll let me fuck her right here, in full view of any passersby.

She’ll even moan and beg for me shamelessly like a little whore.

I kiss a path from the inside of her knee, feeling the soft skin against my lips.

I lick and bite on my path back to the junction of her legs, and then my mouth is on her, dragging out ragged cries as I wring out every bit of pleasure from her.

I nip against her clit, making her legs quiver on either side of me.

A car whizzes past, but we are both too far gone to care about the very public show we are putting on. At this moment, nothing can drag me away from Aurora. Not even a million wild horses.

Each time her orgasm is near, I pull back, gradually edging her until she can do nothing else but shake wordlessly and let out soft pleas.

“Do you want to cum?”

“Please,” she whispers weakly. “I can’t. I can’t.”

I finally decide to put her out of her misery, so I spear two fingers inside her, and then I crook them upwards just as my mouth sucks on her engorged clit.

She shatters with a drawn-out cry, her body twitching as I continue to fuck her with my tongue through one orgasm that rolls into another. I don’t stop until she’s completely wrung out and limp against the car.

I stand up and pull her dress back down, then lick her wetness off my lips in satisfaction.

“I won the bet,” she whispers.

I can’t help it. I let out a bark of laughter. “You’re the most stubborn and tenacious woman on the planet.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s not a compliment,” I tell her as I lift her into my arms and carry her back to the car.

“Can I get my panties back now?” she asks.

I click her seatbelt on and smirk at her. “No, you can’t.”

“They’re my favorite ones.”

“I’ll get you a dozen,” I say.

Going around the car, I slide into the driver’s seat and turn the car on. By the time I pull away from the side of the road, I look over at Aurora and find her fast asleep.

I let out an amused chuckle.

What the hell am I doing with a girl who only needs one or two orgasms to wipe her out? I’m used to women who can go several rounds and match my endless appetite. But I have to admit that eating Aurora out has been one of my most satisfying sexual experiences to date.

I shake my head in self-disgust. I didn’t even get to cum, and yet, for some reason, I’m perfectly content.

I’m losing my touch.

And it’s all because of Aurora freaking Vitale.