Page 9 of Dante

He leans in and kisses me, slow and controlled. As if he’s claiming me.

His hand slides lower, squeezing. Testing my flesh.

Now my face flushes with embarrassment, heat blooming from my chest to my cheeks.

Yet as I take another look at myself in the mirror, I have to admit I look pretty good.

Like one of those lingerie models in a Victoria’s Secret catalog. Curves soft and inviting, skin glowing under the dim chandelier light.

The sight stirs something unfamiliar in me, a flicker of confidence.

I’ve never been touched like this, never even kissed a man, but here I am, exposed before a mafia king who takes what he wants.

A virgin bride, bartered in a deal of blood and vows.

Dante steps back and spins me around before again pulling me into his iron embrace.

His lips brush mine lightly at first, then with a possessive hunger.

Then his large hand encircles my ass, giving it a firm squeeze that borders on pain.

This penchant for control sends a thrill through me.

Dante presses his body against mine. I feel the hard, throbbing length of him grinding into my panty-covered pussy. It awakens a slick heat in my core.

My body arches against him instinctively, my hips tilting upward to seek more of that intoxicating friction.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear, voice rough with command.

I feel him harden further as he presses against me, if that’s even possible.

He’s like a steel rod, enormous in length and girth, his presence overwhelming.

How will he ever fit inside me? The question sends a shiver of fear-laced excitement through my core.

Dante’s hands shift from my ass to my breasts, cupping them with a grasp that borders on rough.

Rough, yet I’m enjoying his tease between pleasure and the slight suggestion of pain.

I turn slightly, catching our reflection in the mirrored wall: his broad shoulders eclipsing mine, fingers teasing my nipples to stiff peaks.

And my body flushed and yielding under his touch.

The image arouses me further, heat flooding my veins. For a moment, I feel like I’m starring in my own illicit movie, every gasp and tremble captured in glass.

Dante’s moves awaken something wild in me, something I never knew lurked within.

He leads me to the foot of the bed and positions me to stand with my back facing the plush mattress, his hands steady on my hips.

With deliberate slowness, he kneels and hooks his fingers into my silky G-string panties, sliding them down my thighs.

Their lacy edges tickle my skin as they flutter to the floor. The cool air hits my exposed sex, making me gasp.

He looks up at me, his dark eyes locking with mine. Then he spreads my legs, his breath hot against my inner thighs.

His mouth descends on my pussy, licking me into a frenzy that threatens to explode through me.

Oh my God.