Page 128 of Savage Ambition

His hooked his legs tighter around my waist.

“I’m the only one who can give you everything. And do you know why?”

Dante shook his head.

The truth slipped out despite the danger. “Because you’re mine.”

“Yes,” he breathed, seemingly without thought.

That single syllable of surrender unraveled me. Pleasure surged up from where our bodies joined and flooded every nerve I had. My measured thrusts shattered into violent urgency as I chased the high.

His thighs locked against my waist as his stomach contracted with the effort of restraint. Short, desperate gasps told me he was getting closer.

His fingers tightened in my hair, his spine arching as his body curled inward, gathering energy for the explosion to come.

“Say my name,” I demanded, risking the wrath of the cameras for the ultimate confirmation that the man in my arms was Dante.

“Fuck, I only need you, Ren—ahhh!” Dante interrupted himself as he came with a wordless cry. His body convulsed as pleasure overtook him. Hot pulses of his release coated my hand and his stomach as his inner muscles clamped down on my cock.

The crushing grip milked me in relentless pulls, but the near slip of my real name under the watchful surveillance of Gennaro Corporation tipped me over the edge. My release tore through me in white-hot bursts that seized every muscle in my body as I emptied myself into the condom, resisting the urge to call out his real name. My body curved protectively over his, shielding him from the watching eyes as aftershocks rolled through me even when I had nothing left to give. My arms shook where they braced around him.

Before he could build his walls back up, I kissed him gently. His mouth softened beneath mine, returning the tenderness with an openness I’d never felt from him before. For those few moments of shared ecstasy, we existed as two souls discovering truth in a world built on lies.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

DANTE

The first part of Renato’s name still vibrated on my lips as terror crashed through my body. That single, forbidden syllable hung in the air.

Fuck. I’d almost said it. His real name. Not Lorenzo. Renato.

My pulse hammered so violently I could feel it in my fingertips, which clutched his shoulders as his cock remained buried inside me. I stared up at his golden-hazel eyes, stripped of every layer of protection I maintained to survive.

Barlinger. The cameras. Salvatore.

Reality slammed back into me. Every movement and expression was being recorded, and I’d almost spoken Renato’s real name while he gave me a type of pleasure I had never experienced before.

He opened his mouth to speak. I kissed him before he could say anything dangerous. My teeth caught his lower lip as my fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks.

Don’t speak. Don’t say another word. They’re watching.

He understood the warning. He stroked my face with tenderness for our audience.

“Your submission pleased me beyond words tonight,” he murmured, his voice carrying loud enough for our client to hear. “Such perfect surrender.”

His praise vibrated through me, sending fresh tremors across my oversensitive skin.

“You took everything I gave you,” he continued. He rolled his hips in a subtle motion that forced a gasp from my throat. “And begged so beautifully for release.”

The afterglow morphed into something almost painful. I bit my lip to stifle a whimper as he shifted inside me. He remained thick and unspent within a body he’d already wrung out through ruthless edging, and every fractional movement dragged across nerves that had no defenses left.

“No one responds to me as sensually as you do.” His fingers traced from my jaw, down my throat, to my collarbone.

I arched beneath him as the praise sank its hooks deep within me. Despite being spent, my cock twitched with interest against my stomach. The traitorous flicker of interest horrified me. My release had emptied me so violently I’d stopped being able to form words, and yet my arousal stirred again at nothing more than the sound of his voice.

“No one else will ever see this side of you,” he murmured. “Your beautiful surrender belongs only to me.”

His hips shifted, pressing his cock against my sensitive prostate.