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“You… feel…” Those two words are all I can manage as he thrusts deeper, massaging my inner walls as the heel of his palm rubs against my clit until my orgasm starts building to a crescendo. Waves of rippling pleasure start rolling through my core as he buries his face against my neck, dragging his teeth over my sensitive skin.

“You hear how wet your cunt is for me?” he asks before he starts to suck on my neck, pulling his fingers all the way out before driving them back in for emphasis. The slick sounds of my pussy are almost drowned out by the blood rushing in my ears as I tug at his shirt. He’s holding back. Denying me the rush that is so close but so frustratingly far away.

“Please, Dante,” I beg him, lost to any rational thought now. I scramble to unbuckle his belt and pants.

“I don’t have any condoms in here,” he groans in my ear.

“It’s okay, just pull out,” I rasp as I reach inside his pants and squeeze his thick, hard cock in my palm.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Are you sure?”

No.But my wanton whore of a pussy wins out. “Yes. Please,” I plead instead.

Then his fingers are gone and he releases his grip on my hair, making my head spin at the loss of his touch. Until he reaches between my thighs and tears my panties down the middle, effectively making them crotchless.

I blink at him.

“They were getting in my fucking way,” he snarls before he wraps his arms around me and slams into me.

“Ohhh,” I moan, circling my arms around his neck so that I can have something solid to hold onto because I’m pretty sure my soul is about to leave my body.

“Fuck, you feel so good like this,” he says, his lips brushing over my ear. “So fucking good.”

I wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes me back slightly, adjusting his angle so that he can slide in even deeper.

When there is a knock at the door a few seconds later, I bury my face into the crook of his neck as my cheeks burn with shame.

He shouts — loudly and angrily — something in Italian, and though I don’t understand the words, I appreciate their meaning.

“Oh God,” I whisper.

“I am your fucking God, kitten,” he growls in my ear as he goes on railing me on his desk.

The orgasm that has been taunting me for the past ten minutes is so dangerously close now. I hope whoever just knocked on that door has walked away because I’m about to implode.

“Dante,” I cry as my pussy squeezes around him, pulling him deeper and never wanting to let him go.

“Fuck, Kat,” he growls. “I can’t… I need to stop.”

“No,” I cry out in frustration, and my brain stops working entirely as my body chases the endorphins that are only a heartbeat away. I cling tighter to him, crossing my ankles behind his back to keep him where I need him. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t stop. He drives into me one last time and my climax burns through every cell in my body like a wildfire. “Oh fuck.”

When he bites down on my neck and grinds his hips against me, I know that he’s found his own release too.

We both cling to each other, panting for breath and not daring to look the other in the eye.What the hell did we just do?

“You can get a pill for that, right?” he asks.

I blink in confusion. Then I realize he’s talking about Plan B.

“Yeah. I’ll need to go to the pharmacy,” I whisper.

“I’ll go,” he replies as he pulls out of me and releases me from his grip.

Of course he’ll go. Can’t let the prisoner out alone, can he? Before I can say anything else, a knock sounds again. We look to where the sound came from and my skin flushes bright pink.

Oh my God! They must have heard everything!

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