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He rubs the pads of his fingers over my clit, and shockwaves of pleasure pulse through my core. “F-fuck you,” I stammer.
“Soon, kitten,” he laughs darkly, his eyes blazing with fire as they hold mine captive.
Meanwhile, all I can do is press my back and my palms flat against the fridge door as I try to keep myself from crumpling into a heap on the floor.
Dante stares at me while he massages his fingers between my folds. Even though I’m thinking about telling him to stop, I can’t bring myself to find the words. I thought a man would never make me feel like this again.
“You might hate me, Kat,” he growls, “but your sweet cunt?” He pushes one thick finger inside me, and I whimper desperately. “You hear how she weeps for me?”
Of course I do, because the sound of my arousal coating him as he drives slowly in and out of me is so loud it’s inescapable. More wetness rushes between my thighs as he pushes a little deeper.
Then just as quickly as he started, he pulls his hand from my panties and I’m left needy and wanting and gasping for breath as I stare up at him. He has a wicked grin on his face.Bastard!
Placing his pointer and middle fingers into his mouth, he sucks them clean while maintaining a level of eye contact that feels too intimate for whatever this is between us. When he releases them with a wet pop, I almost pass out. “Such a sweet little kitten,” he says with a wink before he turns around and walks out of the kitchen.
I remain with my back pressed against the cool refrigerator door. Panting for breath. My head spinning and my pussy aching for some more of what he just offered while my brain is screaming at me for being such a slut for tattoos and muscles.
Dante Moretti is an asshole. I mean I knew that already, but now I am one hundred percent sure that man has no redeeming qualities whatsoever. I’m hornier than a mountain goat and still hungry too. My stomach growls. My poor neglected pussy throbs.
Which one do I satisfy first? Getting myself off would require me to walk back through the house and to my bedroom, and if Dante saw me, he would know exactly what I was going to do. Arrogant asshole would love that. And I wouldn’t even be thinking about him while I do either. I’d picture Henry Cavill or Chris Hemsworth. I would most definitely not picture Dante’s hard chest or chiseled abs, all covered in that beautiful dark ink as he holds himself over me and fucks me. Definitely not think of those thick forearms as he finishes what he started a few minutes earlier.
Nope. No way.
My stomach growls loudly and I turn back to the refrigerator with a heavy sigh.
Chapter8
Dante
Ishouldn’t have touched her. I shouldn’t have slid my fingers into her tight wet cunt when she was pressed up against the fridge. But I definitely shouldn’t have tasted her. Because now my cock is hard as iron and I have her scent in my nose and her sweet taste on my tongue and nothing to do but fuck my own hand. It’s not like it would be the first time I’ve jerked off thinking about her these past few weeks, but it would be the first time when I know how fucking good the real thing would feel.
And I could have fucked her in my kitchen just now. She didn’t tell me to stop. Her nipples were hard. Her pupils were blown wide. Her breathing kicked up several notches while her skin flushed. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. But I won’t take her until she’s desperate for me. I want her juices running down my fingers before I sink my cock into her silky wet heat. I want Katerina Evanson to beg me to fuck her.
* * *
It has beentwenty-four torturous hours since I had Kat pinned against the fridge in my kitchen. A single minute hasn’t gone by where I haven’t thought about how good she tastes. She’s avoided me all day, and I know that because she didn’t come for dinner even though Sophia made her favorite lasagna.
So, when I wander into the kitchen at ten again, I’m surprised to see her making tea. She’s wearing one of the t-shirts I bought for her, which shows off her long legs and that little rose tattoo she has on her left ankle.
She turns her head when I walk in, a half-smile playing on her lips before she nurses her tea again. She knew I’d come in here. She wanted me to.
Even through the t-shirt, I can see the curve of her ass and the faint love heart pattern on her panties. Seems like the time for playing is over. If she wants to tease me, then she will learn the consequences.
Chapter9
Kat
Ifeel the heat and the energy from Dante even before he speaks. My body is hyper aware of his, and whenever he is in the same room, there is a crackling of energy between us. I have thought about him all day. When I woke up needy and wet this morning, it was because I’d been dreaming about his hands on me.
But I won’t give in to him. It’s fun to tease him, but that’s all this can be. I refuse to be used and tossed aside by him. So when he plants his hands on the counter either side of me a few seconds later, I absolutely do not buckle.
“You want some tea?” I ask, my voice a mere whisper because I’m struggling to hold it together.
“No.”
“So what can I do for you, Mr. Moretti?”
He dips his head low until his lips are brushing the shell of my ear. “I want to stop playing games, Kat,” he whispers, making me shiver.
