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“Jesus, Dante,” I breathe as wet heat surges between my thighs. I fumble with his belt and zipper, opening them until I can reach inside and take hold of his stiff cock. Wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft, I squeeze, and he curses, curling his fingers inside me and making my thighs tremble. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I tilt my hips until his hard length is pressed against my pussy.

He grips my hair at the root, tugging my head back until my throat is completely exposed to him. My back bows as he drags his teeth over my sensitive skin, edging the tip of his thick cock inside me until I’m whimpering with shameless need.

With one arm around my waist, he holds me in place, tantalizingly close to him but still too far away.

“Dante, please,” I groan as I try to shift my hips and make him slip further inside me.

“Tell me you want to marry me, Kat. Say it and I’ll give you my cock.”

“Stop being an asshole.”

“Tell me.” He edges in a little further, and my walls squeeze him before he pulls out again.

I claw at his back. My pussy throbs and my core contracts with the need to be filled by him. “I thought I had no choice in the matter,” I remind him.

“You don’t, kitten, but I want to hear you say it anyway. Just a few words and I’ll fill your tight little pussy up.”

“No,” I bite out the word. “Just fuck me. Please.”

He skims his nose over my throat, inhaling deeply. “You have no idea how badly I want to sink inside you, Kat, but I won’t do it until you tell me what I want to hear.”

I wrap my legs around him, sinking my heels into the muscles of his ass, but he remains frustratingly steadfast. My fingernails scrape the hard muscles of his back. My skin is on fire and the ache between my thighs is so intense that I can barely think straight – and surely that is the only explanation for the words that tumble out of my mouth. “Yes, I want to marry you.”

“Good girl,” he growls as he rocks his hips and sinks all the way inside me, filling me to the hilt.

A rush of air fills my lungs as pleasure and relief sweep over my body.

“Oh, that feels so good,” I moan loudly.

“You have no idea how much I love the fact that I get to keep you in line using sex, Kat.” He laughs darkly.

“You do not,” I whimper.

“Yeah, I do. Because you’re so fucking hungry for my cock, kitten, you’ll do anything for the promise of me inside you.”

“You’re the devil, and I hate you,” I pant as I pull him closer.

“I know,vita mia.”

I want to ask him what he just said, but he seals his lips over mine and his tongue slides inside my mouth, silencing my question with a kiss so full of longing and fire it almost takes my breath away.

Chapter33

Kat

Joey’s painting her toenails when I walk into the den.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I reply as I sit on the sofa beside her, picking up the bottle of nail polish she’s using and inspect the label. Cherry Bomb.I smile. She’s definitely a cherry bomb kind of girl, while I’m more of a pale pink or soft caramel kind. Although I’d love to be the cherry bomb type myself sometimes.

“You want me to do yours? You know it won’t be long before you can’t reach your toes?”

I rub a hand over my expanding stomach. “I think I’m going to get real fat.” I giggle. “Especially as I’m craving pancakes and waffles every morning.”

“Pancakesandwaffles?” she asks, turning to me with a look of feigned horror on her face. “Girl, you’ll be as big as a house.” She laughs harder as she goes back to painting her nails. “I’m sure my brother will still look at you with that dopey-ass loved up look on his face,” she says before making a fake gagging noise.

“He does not have that look,” I insist, because I have never seen it. She focuses on her toes so I carry on talking. “Well, he’s kind of stuck with me now, anyway, even if I do get to be the size of a house.”

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