Page 21 of Savage Ambition

When my last class ended, all I wanted was to crawl home and sleep off my obsession. Instead, I had to endure an evening of hanging out with Jace and Trent. Maybe I could claim illness. My brain was busy calculating how soon I could empty more of my trust fund to buy another night with him.

Dante waited for me outside the classroom. When he stepped closer, his body blocked my path.

“You seem tired,” he murmured. “Did I wear you out yesterday? Or were you up all night remembering how incredible it felt to be buried inside me?”

“Since when do you care?” I walked away, feigning indifference. He followed.

Once we stepped outside, he caught my wrist, his grip tight enough to remind me of how easily he could pin me down. “Did you jerk off while thinking about me last night? Did you try to make yourself feel as good as I made you feel?”

“Will you stop?” I hissed, glancing around the crowded campus. “Someone might hear you.”

“That’s not what you wanted last night.” His voice dropped lower. “You begged for it, if I recall correctly.”

“Damn it, Dante! Why are you doing this?”

“Because no matter how much you pretend to resist, we both know you’re counting down the hours until you’re buried balls-deep inside me again.”

When I looked up at him, the malicious delight in his expression made my stomach flip. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Immensely. You make the most interesting sounds when you’re trying not to scream my name.” His fingers slid up to my neck, resting there with just enough pressure to threaten. “I wonder what sounds you’d make if I fucked you right here where anyone could see.”

I knew what Dante was and the world he belonged to. The Gennaro name carried real consequences. Getting involved with someone connected to them was suicide.

Yet I tilted my head up, silently begging him to kiss me. If he did it outside the brothel’s walls, maybe it would mean something real.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Jace’s voice shattered the moment, his tone sharp with suspicion.

I jerked back from Dante, but he didn’t release me. Instead, his fingers dragged down my neck before dropping away, the gesture deliberately provocative.

“We’re being rudely interrupted,” Dante said, his voice cold enough to frost the air.

Jace’s eyes narrowed, his fists already clenching. “That’s not what I’m talking about, asshole. Get your fucking hands off him!”

“Look, Jace,” I started, desperate to defuse the situation.

“No, I want to know what’s going on.” His face flushed with rage. “There’s no reason for you two to be all close. What the fuck, Shaw?”

Dante stepped even closer and snaked his arm around my waist. “Does this bother you, Jace? Seeing someone else touch what you want but can’t have?”

“Yeah, it fucking does.” Jace grabbed my arm, yanking me away from Dante. “Stay away from my friend, you sick fuck.”

I wrenched free. “Back off, Jace.”

Dante’s smile turned vicious as he circled Jace. “Is all your hatred fueled by jealousy?”

Jace shoved at him. “Eww, don’t be fucking gross! I’m not a fa⁠—”

“Stop it!” I snapped at him to prevent him from using such a hurtful word.

Dante didn’t move. “Your actions say otherwise.”

When Jace’s hand curled into a fist, I wedged myself between them. “Knock it off, you two!”

Jace ignored me, glaring at Dante over my shoulder. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“You.” Dante pressed against my back. His hardness brushed against me, and I bit my lip to suppress a gasp. The bastard was getting off on doing that to me. And damn if it didn’t make my cock stir with interest. The last thing I needed was to get an erection in front of Jace in the middle of a fight.

“Yeah? Well, tough shit! Deal with it,” Jace snarled.