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“I haven’t,” he growls, wrapping his arms around the backs of my thighs to hold me close to his face as I squirm. “Give me one more and then I can fuck you as hard as I want to.”
A wave of pleasure rolls over me, knocking the breath from my lungs and rendering me speechless. And only when he has wrung another mind-altering orgasm from my body does he stop. Pushing himself up and rolling on a condom, he plows into me, burying his face in my neck as he nails me to his mattress. And all I can do is cling on, with my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he fucks me better than I had ever even dreamed was possible.
Danteand I lie in bed, facing each other, which feels strangely personal even after what we’ve just done.
“Why don’t you like it from behind? Does it hurt?” he asks.
Yes, but not in the way you think.“It’s not that.” I try to swallow but my throat is dry. “It’s… I have some bad memories.”
I wonder if he’s going to say something cruel or unkind.
“Is it anything do with the scar on your back?”
Oh God. He saw my ugly, ugly scar.“Yes.”
“It’s a strange scar.”
“I know. It was a word,” I say, forcing down the emotion that lodges in my throat.
His eyes narrow, and I feel under way too much scrutiny. “Somebody carved a word into your skin?”
“Yes, and then I tried to carve the word out so nobody could ever read it.”
“Is that also to do with the reason you have nightmares?”
I blink at him as my cheeks turn pink with shame. “You know about my nightmares?”
“It’s kind of hard not to hear you screaming in your sleep almost every night, Kat.”
“I’m sorry about that,” I whisper.
“Don’t be.”
I take a deep breath. This might be the strangest conversation I’ve ever had in my life. Maybe that’s what makes it easier? Neither of us have any investment in making the other feel better about anything.
“Yes, it’s why I have nightmares too,” I whisper.
“But before that. Were you okay with being taken from behind?”
“Yes. It was my favorite,” I admit. “But now. I mean, I haven’t been with anyone since, but the idea of someone behind me, holding me down…” I shudder again.
“So you have two lives, right? One before and one after whatever it was that happened to you,” he says, and I’m taken aback by his insightfulness.
“Yes, exactly like that. There’s before the attack, and after.”
“Hmm,” he mumbles absentmindedly as his fingers trace over the skin of my back. He avoids my scar, and I wonder if he’s doing that on purpose, and if so, is it because he’s being kind or because he’s repulsed by it. Not that he seems repulsed by my body at all. In fact his impressive erection suggests the exact opposite.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask him, a little scared of the answer.
“I’m not going to lie, Kat. Your ass is a thing of beauty and I want to see it bouncing when I’m nailing you. I spend way too much time thinking about bending you over every piece of furniture I own and fucking you until you scream. So, are you open to working on the issue with me?”
He wants to work on this? Like we’re a couple or something? Is he for real? The man who kidnapped me wants to help me work through my issues.But despite those thoughts, the words that come out of my mouth are, “I’ll think about it, sure.”
His response is a half groan, half growl, that makes goosebumps prickle over my forearms. Who am I kidding? A few more orgasms like the ones he’s given me tonight and I’m going to let Dante Moretti bend me over whatever the hell he likes.
Chapter11
Kat
