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“You feel incredible when I’m fucking you bare, kitten,” I growl in her ear. “Your cunt is so fucking wet, it’s unreal.” I slide out and slam into her even harder and she moans loudly. “Tell me it feels better for you too.”
“It does,” she gasps. “So much better. But the blood, Dante. It will be all over you.”
I pull out and drive into her again. “I’ll happily paint the two of us and this whole goddamn bed in your blood as long you let me fuck you. I have no idea how I’m ever going to fuck you using a condom again.”
“Dante,” she groans as she wraps her arms around me. I seal my lips over hers and her mouth opens up so easily so that I can tongue fuck her while I nail her to my bed. And when I make her come loudly a little while later, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t give a fuck about bleeding on my sheets or my cock.
“How about we take a shower?” I offer when we’re both done and she’s staring up at me with her beautiful blue eyes.
“I think that might be a good idea,” she replies with a smile.
Chapter14
Kat
It’s been three weeks since Dante and I first had sex together, and we haven’t stopped since. I try to keep myself busy sorting out the office he’s assigned me, but I have very few patients. I hang around this house reading or watching TV and waiting for him to show me some attention. I realize how pathetic that sounds and the me who walked into this house six weeks earlier would have me carted off to a psych ward. But that me wasn’t drunk on orgasms, hot sex, and Dante Moretti’s mouth.
Yesterday, he stopped me in the hallway, pressed me against the wall with one hand around my throat and the other on my ass, and he just kissed me. For over ten minutes, he just kissed me, and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. I don’t know when he’d have stopped if Maximo hadn’t interrupted us.
My lips were swollen, and my skin was red and tender from his beard, but I could have let him do that all day. Because while he might be a devil who fucks like a god, his kisses are hellfire.
He summoned me to his office a few minutes earlier, which usually means sex on his desk, or on the sofa in the corner, or against the door. But not today. I’m going to grow a backbone and behave like the girl my momma raised instead of being driven by my hormones.
Dante is staring at his laptop screen with a frown on his face. Apart from a curt nod of acknowledgment when I walked into the room, he’s ignored me.
Asshole.
He rolls his neck and the thick veins pulse as he grinds his jaw. My heartbeat is thrumming in my ears as I stand just a few inches from him. If I stretch out my hand I could run my fingertips over his thick biceps and onto his hard chest to feel his muscles flexing beneath the soft rich fabric of his shirt.
Goddammit. Stop it, Kat.
He lifts his head, training his fiery gaze on me and I’m done for. My determination and resistance wilt like a flower in need of a good water in the heat. What the hell is wrong with me?
He stands so quickly I gasp, but I have no time to let it out again because his mouth is on mine, his huge arms around my waist, crushing me to him as he kisses me with so much fire that my skin burns from the heat. One of his strong hands coasts up my back, his fingertips grasping at the fabric of my dress until he reaches my head and palms the back of it. Taking a handful of my hair in his fist, he tugs at the root, tilting my head to his desired angle so that he can claim my mouth as he pushes me back against his desk.
“Fuck, Kat,” he groans as he breaks our kiss for a moment, running his nose over my cheek and down to my neck. “Why do you always smell so fucking good?”
I reach for his hair, curling my fingers into his thick dark locks as I sit on the edge of his desk, spreading my thighs to allow him to press himself against me. And he takes full advantage, grinding his hard cock against my pussy and making me whimper with shameless need.
When the hell did I turn into this person? Desperate for any crumb of affection and contact he will offer me.
As he crushes his mouth against mine again, the hand he has on my waist slides over my hip and my outer thigh until he’s pushing my dress up even further, giving himself access to take whatever the hell he wants from me. His touch is warm as his hand slips beneath the fabric and onto my soft skin until he cups one of my ass cheeks, kneading it in his powerful hand and using it as further leverage to press our bodies even closer together.
“Dante,” I whimper into his mouth, trying to pull away and take in some air, but he refuses to let me, and I remain pinned to him.
There is no escaping him. No fighting him. Not that I want to. I am as desperate for him as he seems to be for me. Slick, wet heat burns between my thighs as I rock my hips against him, chasing the friction that comes from his thick cock rubbing against my clit through my panties.
“Yeah?” he grunts. “Tell me what you want, kitten.”
Kitten.A word that started as an insult has somehow come to make me pliant on command. I lean into him further, my body melting like warm wax against the solidness of his.
“I want you,” I murmur. He smiles before his tongue slips back inside my mouth, and he deepens our kiss, consuming me like a fire does oxygen. He slides his hand between my thighs, running his fingertips over the damp patch of fabric on the crotch of my panties and eliciting a moan from deep inside my chest. I pull on his hair and slide one hand down his back, my fingernails scraping over his shirt as I fight to get him closer to me. To get him where I want him, where I need him.
He growls in response — actually growls. It’s an animalistic sound that starts in his chest and rumbles up through his throat, making me shiver. He tugs my panties aside, dragging the tip of his pointer and middle fingers through my soaking folds.
I whimper again. Shameless, needy, and desperate for more, I hook one leg around his waist and pull him to me, shifting my hips, hoping his fingers will slip lower and deeper. I want him inside me. My body is screaming for him to touch those places that only he knows how to reach. Knowing exactly what I want from him, he slides two thick fingers inside me and my pussy squeezes around him as pleasure and heat surges through my body. Wrenching my lips from his, I throw my head back and moan his name, loudly enough that anyone passing his study might hear, but I don’t care. His touch turns me into someone I barely recognize.
“I love to hear my kitten purring,” he says with a dark laugh that rolls through me as he starts to finger-fuck me with such ease and skill, it’s like he’s known my body forever.
