Page 80 of The Don's Secret Heir

“It fucking matters to me!” I yell, unable to keep my voice at an even decibel. “You were fucking someone else while I wasn’t sober for three fucking months, Li, it fuckingmatters.”

She hitches in a breath, but she doesn’t speak. Doesn’t tell me she’s sorry. Doesn’t explain it away. She just sits there, frozen.

“I went to a strip club last night because you’ve been cold to me,” I say quietly after she remains silent for a few minutes. Her eyes focus on mine. “I did it because... because you hurt my feelings.”

“Dario—”

“And I get it,” I go on, pacing and babbling like I’ve lost my goddamn mind. Maybe I have. “You moved on and now you’re stuck here again and you hate it and you hate me but... I’m just trying to help you, Li. Trying to make it easier on you. Not harder.”

“I didn’t... I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

I nod tersely. “I didn’t mean to hurt yours, either. I was trying to make you jealous, I guess.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “Well, it worked.”

I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my face.

“Did it?”

I walk into her room, shutting the door behind me.

She freezes. “What are you doing?”

“Apologizing,” I mumble, kneeling in front of the bed, putting my hands on her hips. I slide my fingertips under the elastic on her hip, tugging down her panties. I kiss her calf as I slip them off her, dropping them on the floor.

“You don’t have to?—”

But I cut her off by pressing my face against her sex and latching my lips around her clit. She rocks her hips forward and I groan against her.

I fucking love it when she rubs my face in it.

My dick plumps in my sweats but I ignore it, moving my hand to slide two fingers into her. She moans out my name and I suck harder, arching my fingers up.

I find that rough spot just inside her that makes her back arch, makes her toes curl, and I slide my fingertips along it, gently at first and then roughly.

I suction her clit between my teeth and she cries out, the sound muffled by her hand as she rolls her hips against my face, coming around my fingers.

The way she clenches around them makes my mouth water. I keep at it until she’s whining and pulling at my hair.

I pout slightly as I look up at her, mouth parted.

“I wasn’t done.”

Her face flushes and she scrambles backward. “You can finish inside me.”

Fuck.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

I stand, my sweats already tented, and take hold of her ankles, yanking her ass to the edge of the bed.

She squeaks and then smiles. I grin down at her, taking myself in hand as she spreads her thighs wide. I just look at her for a moment, at that glistening hole I’m about to fill.

“Dario, stop,” she whimpers, starting to close her legs but I grunt and take hold of her thighs, keeping her spread-eagled.

“Think you’re wet enough for me, baby?” I ask, leaning down to spit between her lower lips. My saliva tracks down to her entrance.

She moans out my name, her gray eyes unfocused as she spreads herself even wider.