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I look at them. And I try to make sense of the thoughts ricocheting in my mind. But words fail me in such a detrimental way that I feel lost inside my own head.
He’s so…big. She’s so beautiful. They areallbeautiful. Wetness pools at my center, and I feel almost…dirty.Dirty for being so turned on by people who don’t even know I’m watching them. For being turned on in the presence of this beautiful man in this beautiful place.
“Use that pretty little mouth of yours, Giana.”
His breath against my ear is warm and wicked, and I shudder with an uninvited want.
“I feel like I shouldn’t be here.”
Dantetsksin my ear, and then I lose his warmth all over again. My gaze stays laser-focused on the three people in front of us, because as filthy as I feel, I can’t look away.
The woman has gone from sucking off her conquest to getting on all fours on the larger-than-life four-poster bed taking up a majority of the room. The white duvet under her knees is a sharp contrast against her sun-kissed skin, and I trail my gaze over her body as the dark-haired man lowers behind her and presses his mouth to her slit, his tongue slowly, tantalizingly licking from her clit to her entrance.
“What about now?” Dante interrupts as I look at the woman’s husband, who is now slowly stroking his length, standing a few feet away from his wife. “What about now, as Mr. Henry tongue fucks Mr. Bell’s wife in front of him? Do you still feel like you shouldn’t be here?”
His hands trail down my back and land on my hips, giving them a squeeze before he pulls me back against him, and I feel how turned on he is. He shifts, and I realize just how large he is. I stifle a moan that my double-crossing body lets escape.
Lowering his head back to my ear again, he whispers, “If you’re as turned on as I think you are, you’re exactly where you should be.”
I gulp down my discomfort.Dante knows every single thought before I have it. It’s almost as if he’s just a bystander inside my mind, thinking and feeling all of the emotions rippling through me.
My heart races as his hot breath leaves my ear, and he spins me until I’m facing him.
“Do you want to go into one of these rooms with me?”
My breath hitches, and I swear, a small explosion detonates inside my lower abdomen. Do Iwantto go into one of those rooms? With him? How could I not?
This man in front of me does things to my body that no one else ever has. And he does these things with nothing but his words—although his sexy-as-sin face and unbelievable body probably have something to do with it, too.
“Time’s ticking, kitten.”
His words pair so well with the devilish look in those dark eyes of his.
He runs one finger down my chin, then down my neck tormentingly slow. I try to swallow down the mixture of pure fear and sadistic seduction running through my veins, but it’s no use. I can’t swallow it down. It’s here, and it’s not going anywhere.
But there’s the smallest, tiniest, littlest voice in the back of my head that’s somehow piercing through the incessant shouting ofyes, of course I want to go into a room with you!
And that small voice is telling me I want more than some open-door kinky sex room where onlookers are watching me. I want more. I want my first time to be something I can look back on when I’m lying in bed at night, next to a man who doesn’t give a fuck about me. Is it wrong to want my first time to be more than this? I’m an idiot for thinking I could just give my virginity away with zero connection.
“I’m not some stupid, young, naïve girl who thinks this is a fairy tale, Dante. I don’t believe in happily ever afters, not anymore. I know the little girl dreams I used to have in my head are never going to happen for me. But can’t my first time at least be somewhat meaningful?” I sigh and take a step backward, noticing how tightly his jaw clenches.
I know there’s never been a woman who has turned this man down. It isn’t fathomable. AmIturning him down right now? No. I just want this to mean something.
Dante crosses his arms and peers down at me, and his stubborn Adam’s apple bobs while I silently beg him to try to talk me out of this.
“Who’s to say I can’t make this meaningful for you?”
I’m staring into the eyes of a man who has never lost.
And each second that passes is wearing me down.
Still, I know my worth.
And I’m painfully aware of the trajectory of my life moving forward, forever under dear Daddy’s clutches.
I decide to be bolder than I usually am and act like tonight truly is my last night of freedom.
“Get lost with me for the next few hours. I have until the sun comes up before I have to answer to anyone.” I lick my lips, and I take note of how he seems to hang on my every word the same way I do when he speaks.
