Page 75 of Savage Ambition

“You should be.” While he protested with his words, he shifted to increase the pressure of my fingers against my brand on his skin.

“The trouble began the moment I decided you were mine,” I replied, dragging my nails across the bruise. “And I don’t intend to stop until you’re screaming my real name while I fuck you somewhere Daddy dearest can’t interrupt. This mark is only the beginning of how I plan to claim every inch of you.”

“Stop before you get us both in trouble, Lorenzo.” His voice cracked on my brothel name, but his thighs parted further, giving me better access.

I moved my hand higher, cupping his growing erection through his pants. His stamina impressed the hell out of me. “If I had known my interview was going to be the only time I’d hear you moaning my real name, I would have savored the experience more.” I squeezed gently, feeling him harden further under my touch. “I’m sure I’ll have you shouting it again someday, though. Preferably while I’m buried deep inside you.”

He stared at me with a mixture of desire and fear. “You have no idea who you’re playing with.”

“On the contrary.” I kept one hand on his cock while the other returned to the bruise, applying dual pressure that made him suppress a groan. “You’re a man caught between worlds, wearing masks so convincing that he’s forgotten which one is real. But I see you, Dante. The real you that belongs neither to Salvatore nor to the clients who pay for your body.”

“And you think that version of me belongs to you?”

I smiled against his skin. “Not yet. But he will.” I traced the outline of his cock through his pants. “I want the real you who survives in a world designed to break him. You’ll be mine.”

He swallowed hard. “What makes you so sure?”

“Because I know you want me as much as I want you.” I stroked him through the fabric, watching his resolve crumble. “Your mouth says no, but this tells me yes in ways words never could.”

His breathing quickened as I manipulated the sensitive flesh. “You’re risking certain death.”

“Don’t worry about me. I can handle men like Don Salvatore without a problem.”

His eyes narrowed. “Who are you really?”

“Someone who knows the taste of danger and finds it sweeter than fear.”

He grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from his erection. “Don’t mistake my appreciation for your skill as actual interest.”

“Oh, this goes far beyond appreciation.” I twisted free with ease, then traced his jaw to tilt his face more toward me. “I’ve fucked enough men to understand the difference between someone who enjoys my skills and someone who craves me. You’re the latter, whether you admit it or not.”

“You’re wrong.”

I smirked, undeterred. “Yeah, sure. You keep telling yourself that, Dragon.” The work name rolled off my tongue mockingly.

“You don’t know shit about me.”

“We both know if there weren’t security cameras in here, you’d already be riding me hard and moaning in ecstasy.” I adjusted my position, making sure he could see how erect I was beneath my satin robe. “You’d be begging me to fill you up.”

He drew a shaky breath, his gaze dropping to my obvious arousal before snapping back up to my face. “Only in your dreams.”

I touched myself through the thin fabric, letting out a deliberate moan. “Oh, you feature prominently in those. Last night, I dreamed about bending you over right here.” I gestured to the arm of the couch. “Your pants around your ankles, my hand in your hair, pulling back just enough to arch your spine while I fuck into you so deep you feel me in your throat.”

A flush crept up his neck. “Do you think that mouth of yours is going to get you what you want?”

“You mean this mouth that left that bite mark on your thigh?”

His breath caught, his hand moving to touch the spot that lay hidden beneath the expensive fabric. The involuntary gesture told me everything his words wouldn’t.

“Remember how much your cock leaked when I sank my teeth into that tender flesh?”

His fingers dug harder into the bruise, pressing, circling, recreating the pressure in small, unconscious movements.

“Fuck you,” he snarled, but he never stopped his subtle massage of the mark.

“Didn’t it feel good when I pressed my thumb into it with each thrust?” I continued, watching him mimic the action I described. “You came from having my cock inside you and my fingers claiming that bruise.”

A soft groan escaped his throat as he pushed hard, his erection jerking. He bit his lip, furious at the sound he couldn’t smother.