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“It’s always so damn good with you,” he finally murmurs, both hands in my hair as he rests our foreheads together, his thick length just barely starting to soften inside me. “You’re every color.”
I have no idea what that means. Except, looking in his eyes, knowing he chose the tattoo that he did, maybe I do.
I run my finger around the edges of it, careful not to touch. “I can’t believe you did this.”
His lips tilt up. “I like being marked by you.” He drags his hands down, resting them lightly around my throat. “Always thought it was fucking sexy to see our marks on you. I wanted some of yours too.”
A slow wave of arousal washes through me, and I shiver, then lean in and kiss him.
There are no words I trust myself to say in response, but he’s right. I feel the same. It’s sexy as hell, and for all the pain I’ve endured at the hands of these three men, I can’t deny how hot it is to see them leave something behind. Stripes from Maddoc’s belt on my ass. Bruises and scars from Logan. The paint Dante fucked all over me and taught me to use to deal with all the feelings I’ve never had a good way to let out before.
He licks into my mouth, the kiss slow and sensual. I’m exactly where I want to be. Where I want tostay.
But life doesn’t work that way.
Dante pulls back, tracing my lips with the rough pad of his finger and then helping me slide the straps of the thin cami I’m wearing back up over my shoulders. “Such a shame to cover you up.”
“It’s not forever.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, my eyes drop to his new ink.That’sforever.
Dante put a piece of me on him.
Forever.
He helps me off him and we finish cleaning ourselves up, he pulls me toward him for another long, drugging kiss.
“I like knowing your pussy is still sloppy with my cum,” he whispers as we break away, nudging his nose under my ear and breathing me in. “I wouldn’t mind sliding back in there when we get back to the house.”
Another delicious shiver goes through me. My body feels well-fucked and as relaxed as I’ve been all day, but now that he says so, I wouldn’t mind that either. I grab his hand. “Let’s go.”
He chuckles, but stoops to grab my jacket off the shelf I left it on before letting me drag him toward the door. “You want this?”
I shake my head. “You’ve got me plenty warm without it.”
“Fair enough,” he says with a cocky smirk, folding it over his arm.
My phone tumbles out of the pocket, and when I pick it up, there’s a message notification waiting. A text I missed a little while ago.
My pleasure fizzles, the sight of my father’s name on the screen leaving me cold.
Dante’s eyebrows draw together. “What is it?”
I hold it up so he can see. “Frank.”
Dante frowns as I open the message. But as soon as I read it, my heart leaps, tears springing to my eyes.
“Riley?”
I look up. “Oh my god. He heard from Chloe!”
Dante’s eyebrows shoot up, and my hands shake, making me fumble the phone as I try to hit the call button.
“Does he know where she is?”
“I don’t know yet. All he said was that he heard from her. I don’t… why couldn’t he just tell me more than that in the fucking message?”
I stab the red button to end the call when he doesn’t pick up after six rings, then hit the green call button again.
