Page 27 of Daddies of the Underworld

Damn this woman. I should have stepped back but the way she looked at me made that impossible.

I’d already disappointed her once today, my heart couldn’t take a second time.

The kiss in the closet had been a moment of desperation. This was a choice made in the clear light of day.

Her hands went to my shirt, fists tight in the fabric.

I cupped the back of her neck and kissed her again, sliding my other hand down and beneath the shirt to skim her bare ribs.

Soft skin met my knuckles, and she sighed into my mouth, her fingers flying down the buttons on my shirt.

“You don’t have to hurry.” I hitched her shirt up and palmed her ass, my actions and my words a contradiction that made her laugh.

She tipped her head back, eyes flashing in the daylight. “I’ve never been very patient.”

“Maybe it’s time you learned.” I squeezed her ass, then let go, my hands running up her sides to pull the shirt over her head. “Damn you’re gorgeous.”

She popped a hand on her hip, standing there in nothing but skin, and winked at me. “Now show me yours.” She wiggled a finger at me, laughing and spinning away with a squeal when I reached for her. “Nope. You said I needed to learn patience. You show some first.” She bounced over to the bed and sat on the edge. “Come on, big guy. Let me see.”

In that moment, I wished to god for some of Luca’s charisma. Hell, I would take a thimble’s worth of his dance moves. All I had was the stealth that had been cut into me. I shrugged out of my shirt and tossed it aside. “Are you really going to sit there and watch?” I arched my eyebrows, and Nina let out a deep hum of satisfaction as she leaned back on the covers.

She traced one hand up and down the valley between her breasts, then further along her stomach. “It’s a damned good show, Dante. But I know what would be better.”

I undid my belt, then my button and zipper, lowering my pants and boxers together after kicking off my shoes and socks. “What?”

She smirked at me, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip. “Come over here and let me show you.”

“No.” God I loved how that one little word put a divot between her eyes. I prowled closer, my steps silent on the plush carpet. When I put one knee on the edge of the bed, she wrapped a hand around my cock and squeezed. I forgot how to think. But then she sat up and wrapped her lips around the head and sucked. “Damn it, Nina.”

She groaned in the back of her throat and popped her lips off my cock. “See, there’s no need for patience. I want you, Dante. I’ve been dreaming about you, and one look from you is all I need to get wet as hell. And I want you bare. No condoms. I’m on the pill.”

She rubbed her legs together, seeking friction that I was desperate to provide. I could see her arousal, smell it with every inhale. But still, I moved slowly, covering her with my body. “There is something to be said for patience. I could tease you for hours. Make you come in every possible position before I ever touched you with my cock.”

That deep moan shuddered through her when I ran my hand over her breast, then pinched her nipple. “Sounds interesting.”

“You have no idea.” But we were running out of time. I was due to report to Matteo soon, and Luca might knock any second. Nina needed a release from her frustration. I gripped one knee and pulled it up over my hip, notching my cock at her entrance. “Are you sure?” My cock pulsed, growing thicker when she worked her hips over me.

She groaned. “I’m sure, Dante.”

I entered her in one long, deep thrust, taking my time filling her as she gasped and clenched around me.

“Yes. Oh god yes.” Her head thrashed side to side. “More.” Nails dug into my shoulders when I gave her exactly what she wanted.

With my cock fully seated, I bent forward and sucked her nipple, kneading the other with my palm and fingers.

She spasmed around my cock, her hips rolling.

All the anger, frustration and fear she’d built up these last few days erupted when I withdrew halfway, then slammed into her.

“Harder.” Her heel dug into my ass, her way of trying to force me to meet her demands.

I needed no other encouragement than the sounds she made when I pistoned my hips, giving her every fucking inch with each thrust. She wanted to forget. I wanted to offer that, even if it only lasted a few minutes. It would all come crashing back around her soon. I hooked her legs around my elbows and thrust deeper, harder, as she continued to buck her hips the best she could to meet me.

“Yes, Dante.” The pitch in her voice changed, the tone dropping. Her head pushed into the pillow, her body arching. “God you feel good. I can’t stop. I won’t. Fuck. I’m coming.”

I hadn’t needed to hear the words to know. I felt it in the way she clenched, her inner thighs spasming and her legs trying to pull me even deeper. “That’s it. Come for me.” I quickened my pace, and the fluttering intensified.

Her lips parted, a series of tiny gasps popping out as we locked eyes. Her pupils were blown wide, her desire dragging me into the depths.