Fuck, this has to stop.I think it with complete clarity. He always wins.Always.
The fight goes out of me and I go limp. He takes my wrists in his hands, but I don’t resist. I don’t move a single finger. I just…lay there. Passive. He frowns, then goes still as well.
“You’re just going to let me win?”
Ah. So thisisa game to him. Bastard.
It’salla game to him. My life. My career. My feelings. Everything.
“You won the moment my father agreed to this stupid marriage contract. I’m tired of fighting you, Dante. And I’m tired of trying to prove myself to you. I don’t care anymore. Do what you want.”
His jaw works back and forth. Turning my head, I look away and wait to see what he’ll do next. A small part of me hopes he’ll leave. But then he stretches out fully on top of me, his hard cock wedged between my thighs. Instinctively, my hips strain to meet his, but I stop myself.
Dante glares down at me, and I glare back.
“Tell me I’m the only one,” he commands.
It might be the last thing I was expecting him to say. “What? I don’t—”
“Tell me I’m the only man you want. Just say it!”
Fine. What’s his deal? “You’re the only man I want.”
He juts his hips down, his cock sliding between my pussy lips. I can only spread my legs enough to allow him the smallest access, but it’s enough. Oh, hell, it’s enough.
“Again,” he says.
“You’re the only. Man. I want.” I tease out the words, locking eyes with him.
“Again.”
He makes me say it over and over, that I want him, that I need him, only him, his hands, his mouth, his cock. As I repeat the words like a mantra, I sink into the pleasure, losing myself in the all-consuming way that’s become all too familiar with this man. He kisses his way down my body, pulling a nipple into his hot mouth and pressing it with his lips. My fingers dig into his hair as he kisses his way down over my belly, leaving shivers behind. I’m desperate for him to touch between my legs. His lips and his fingers meet there at the same time and I spread my thighs wide for him.
“Fuck yes. Dante. I need you,” I pant.
“Again.”
Closing my eyes, I roll my head back. I’ll say anything he wants if it means I get to come.
“I need you.”
His fingers part me, his tongue darting straight to the most desperate spot. I can hardly hold still as he feasts on my clit and traces my sensitive inner lips with his fingers. I’m swollen and tingling and holding his head tight as I ride his fingers, his tongue, feeling the wetness dripping out of me as he laps it up. It’s so good I can hardly breathe, moaning so loud I’m sure everyone in the house can hear me. I’m close…so close…almost there…oh, yes, oh God…
My eyes sting with sudden tears, my body useless to fight as I reach the point of no turning back.
“Say it!”
His voice rips through my ears just as I start to come, and I gasp out, “I love you.”
The shock of what just came out of my mouth is lost as my orgasm overtakes me in a hot rush. My pussy is pulsing with deep contractions when Dante slams his cock into me and rides me hard, pressing me into the bed so the entire frame shakes against the floor. My release never quite died away—it builds again with each thrust, flaming hotter…hotter…
Dante groans and ruts two hard, quick thrusts into my greedy body. I come again with a forceful flash of pleasure that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
He rolls off me, one arm flung over my chest. I’m staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath, when the reality of what I just said creeps to the forefront of my mind.
Oh. God. Why thehelldid I say that? He most definitely didn’t tell me to.
I turn my head to the side and catch his gaze. There’s something open and raw on his face, just beneath the surface, an expression I can’t fully comprehend because it doesn’t match the man. He looks…vulnerable. For a moment, I think he’s about to say something. Or maybe pull me into his arms and stay with me.
