𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 |𝟏𝟖+

Manipulating the Manipulator

A moan leaves my lips, and my body trembles with desire while he caresses my lips with his rough yet gentle ones.

Our breaths mingle in the night, and our kiss becomes suffocating, as if we need each other more than we need air.

His hand on my throat pins me to the mattress, preventing me from escaping from his hold while his body shields the cold of the night from my quivering body.

He finally releases my lips but moves to my jaw, planting sloppy kisses all the way there before moving to my ear.

"What are you up to, piccolina?" He murmurs against my ear, his voice low and dangerous whisper. "First, you tell me to come home, and then you greet me in my bed."

I release a shaky breath and close my eyes to gather my confidence just for a second before pushing Riccardo until he lies on his back and I straddle him.

His hand never leaves my throat, but his eyes widen in surprise as if he'd never guessed I'd do something like this.

Me either.

I push my hair back while pressing my chest on his toned abdomen, making sure he feels my hardened nipples through the fabric.

My gaze lingers on his parted mouth before drifting to his chocolate-brown eyes as I glance at him with half-lidded eyes.

"I think, I'm not satisfied enough."

Riccardo's eyes darken at my bold choice of words with anger and determination as his hand tightens around my throat.

He drags my face towards him rather swiftly until our noses touch, and I can inhale his rousing scent.

My lungs fill with joy, and butterflies don't flutter only in my stomach but in my whole body, leaving tingles behind.

"Careful," he drags lazily, "you might end up with a sore body." A smirk plays on his lips as he narrows his gaze.

I lean in until our lips brush against each other as a side of my mouth curves into a teasing smile.

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

His hand leaves my throat and his moves are slow and steady, as he fists a handful of my hair before tugging it harshly while sitting up with me on his lap.

My back arches painfully and I look like a crescent moon while straddling him but I do nothing to stop him.

His mouth brushes against my jawline and trails down to my neck sending an involuntary thrill through my body.

"I'm not fucking you until you tell me what are you up to, piccolina."

I move my hips against his already rock-hard dick to cause friction, eliciting a low warning growl from Riccardo as he places his other hand on my hips to prevent me from moving.

The side of my lips curl in triumph, but it doesn't last long, and a hiss leaves my lips as Riccardo grazes his teeth over my neck before sinking his teeth into my sensitive spot.

The sharp sensation mingles with a surge of heat that spreads down to my core, leaving me panting for breath.

He releases the tender spot before planting soothing kisses all around, each touch makes me clench my core in need.

"Fine," I murmur, taunting him. "I'll find someone else to fulfill my needs."

Riccardo's eyes flash dangerously, his grip on my hips tightening as he flushes my body against him, his body tense beneath me.