He doesn’t answer at first. He almost looks wary of me, in fact. But he recovers quickly. “He owes me a winery.”
“Cut the bullshit, Dante. Give me a number.”
“Three to four,” he says.
“Three to four…what? Hundred thousand? Three to four million? Three to four what?”
Dante takes a step toward me. It’s deliberate. Measured. I hold my ground.
“The number of times I’m going to make you come,” he finishes.
Those words derail every thought in my head. It takes me a second to regroup. “I’m…I’m not here for that. I’m here to talk about—”
“Of course you are,” he says, standing directly in front of me now, close enough that I could touch him. “You could have just called. But you didn’t.”
His gaze is so intense that I have to look away.
“And you would have actually taken the call?” I scoff, trying to play it cool.
“Guess we’ll never know.”
Dante takes the last step, closing the gap between us, the familiar musk of his cologne making my pulse race. He slides his hand up my arm, down my chest, cupping my breast and running his thumb over my peaked nipple so I shudder. Before I can stop myself, I let out a soft gasp. I didn’t think this through. I didn’t think any of this through. He can’t know how much I want him. And I can’t give in, no matter how much he makes me want it.
“Come to bed with me, Francesca,” he commands.
I shake my head. “I’m not your wife.”
“I don’t care,” he says. “And I know if I slid my fingers into your hot little cunt right now, I’d find it doesn’t care either. I know what you look like when you’re soaking wet. It’s written all over your face. Come to bed with me.”
He flicks my nipple, and I hiss. “No.”
“Then I’ll have to fuck you right here.”
All I can do is stare at him. I feel like a deer in headlights, knowing I should run, but unable to. My body can’t seem to obey me. I do nothing as he presses my back against the counter and slides his hand down the elastic waist of my riding pants.
“Like I was saying,” he murmurs, thrusting two fingers into me and pumping them so his thumb presses against my clit. I am, of course, extremely wet.
There’s no gentleness as he finger fucks me. It’s hard and fast and intentional, and fuck, my body goes haywire. I widen my stance, spreading my legs to give him better access. I’ve missed this so much. Sex with the devil is addictive, and the withdrawals have been torture.
Gripping his shoulders, I lean into his hand, seeking the pleasure he’s offering even as I hate myself for it. He swirls his fingers, working me hard, changing the rhythm but not the pace. Then his head dips low as he rests his forehead against mine, closing his eyes, sighing deeply. It almost feels tender. Almost like he loves me.
Suddenly an orgasm rips through me so fast and hard that my knees buckle. I moan, clinging to his shoulders as his arm wraps around me, holding me in place. I blink back tears as I ride out the shockwaves. I’m gushing.
“Your married cunt just came all over my hand,” Dante says. “You’re a fucking cheater.”
Ice water on the fire.
I twist out of his grip and stalk away, but he comes up behind me and pulls me against him so I can feel the hard ridge of his arousal pushing into my ass.
“Let me go,” I grind out.
Instead, he bends me over the kitchen island, positioning my hands on the butcherblock, and says, “We’re not done.”
I don’t protest as he wrenches my pants down to the tops of my riding boots. I hear the clink of his belt. The rough drop of fabric. The tearing open of a condom wrapper. Jesus, I want him so bad I could cry. I want to impale myself on his cock, ride that hard length. I want—
“You might be married to Rico, but your cunt belongs to me.”
His filthy, hurtful words feel like a physical touch. My pussy aches with need, pulsing as if he’s already stroking my clit. Dante puts a hand on my back and presses me flat against the butcherblock. The tip of his cock bobs against my slit and then rams home, his thick shaft filling me in one thrust. A tortured moan leaves my mouth at the feel of him stuffing me, and I realize I’m already coming again, clenching tight and fast around his cock.
