Shame heats my cheeks as I realize how turned on I am. What the hell is wrong with me?
I don’t even know this man. I wasforcedto marry him—and he’s acting like a total barbarian. But none of those things are enough to keep me from lusting after him.
Dante leans back, hot gaze raking over my body, as if he’s taking inventory of his new wife. Judging by the hungry look in his eyes, he likes what he sees. I swivel my hips a little, trying to be alluring. Letting him know I’m ready for him.
He just smirks at me, tracing the lacy elastic bands that keep my stockings tight around my thighs.
“Are you a virgin, Francesca?”
I stop moving. “I don’t see why—”
“Are you, or not?” His tone hardens, as if he’s losing patience with me.
“No.” I shoot him a glare, but he ignores it.
“How many men?”
He’s toying with me, getting back at me for maneuvering him away from his friends and Jessica earlier. He wants the power back. I prop myself up on my elbows and level him with my most eat-shit-and-die look.
“Dozens. I couldn’t keep track.”
A liquid smile crosses his lips, slow, taunting. “Liar.”
He slides to the floor and removes his shirt, then his undershirt, revealing a broad, muscular chest lightly dusted with dark hair that trails over his tight abdomen and down toward the bulge in his pants. He’s out of those in an instant, and now I can’t stop staring at his body. This man is pure perfection. My fingers itch to run over the dips and rises sculpting his middle, to squeeze the firmness of his biceps. Before I can reach for him, Dante is back on the bed, his strong hands spreading my thighs wide open.
“Wait,” I pant, looking up at him in a panic. “Don’t you need to get a condom?”
“I expect an heir, a stipulation you agreed to,” Dante says flatly. “The sooner the better.”
“But—”
I barely have time to process what’s happening before he plunges into me without preamble. Hard and deep. To the hilt. Luckily, I’m already soaking wet, but the fullness of his thick cock has me gasping.
Shocked that he’s entered me like this, without foreplay, without any tenderness, I pull in a breath and lift my hips to meet his long, forceful thrusts. He’s using me hard, clearly not interested in my pleasure, but God—his dick is hitting all the right places without him even trying. Pleasure hums through my center, despite the obvious lack of affection.
Gripping his shoulders tight, I clamp my thighs around his hips, drawing him in deeper and holding him in place to keep the pleasure going. A familiar, swirling pressure builds, shocking me to my core. How can the sex feel this good when there aren’t any feelings between us?
His eyes meet mine, but I can tell he doesn’t really see me. He’s a million miles away. And so am I. Refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan, I squeeze my eyes shut as an impending orgasm starts to flood every inch of me. I try to will it away, but there’s no stopping it. My hips grind into his even faster, and he answers with a hard, insistent, raw thrust that sends me right over the edge.
Hating myself for the whimper that leaves my throat, I dig my nails into his flesh as I come. The contractions are so hard, I know there’s no way Dante can mistake what’s happening.
Opening my eyes, I find he looks surprised that I’m coming beneath him. For some reason, it only makes him even more possessive. He growls and dips his lips to my neck, trailing kisses down to my chest, nipping me with his teeth as he drives himself into me like a wild man.
My orgasm is fading, but it doesn’t go away as he pounds against that sweet spot deep inside, flaming the pleasure all over again. Biting and sucking my breasts as he thrusts. Hard and deep, faster and faster, until I can’t keep myself from crying out. All I can do is hang on.
“Fuck yes,” he groans against my neck. His cock stiffens a second before he pumps his release into me, pushing me to orgasm once more. I can’t hold back the moans this time.
Dante relaxes on top of me, his limbs entangled with mine. His weight is pushing me down on the mattress in the most delicious way. My arms instinctively go around his waist, and my pussy clenches around him with aftershocks of pleasure as I hold him close. My mind is in a haze. I can’t believe what just happened.
I’ve had sex plenty of times before, but it hadn’t been anything like that. At all.
Suddenly Dante pushes himself up on his elbows and looks down at me. I have no idea what he’s thinking, if I’m being met with his approval or his scorn. Damn his granite face.
Before I can think of anything to say, he rolls off the bed, his semi-hard cock glistening and proud as he grabs his pants and pulls them back on. He slips his shirt on next, leaving the buttons undone.
“You must have learned some good tricks from the ‘dozens’ of men you’ve slept with,” he says nonchalantly.
I sit up and try to gather my dignity around me, along with the bed sheet. Dante ignores me, picking up the rest of his clothes and avoiding eye contact. A chill races down my back.
