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“I’m going to fill you up with my cum. I want to see it spilling down your legs, coating each and every one of your holes. Are you ready, Rose?”
My head bounces up and down. Dammit, I am way too obsessed with this man already.
A deadly mix of fury and lust shines through the darkness as his eyes lance into mine. “Come for me, first.” His hands clamp around my ass, and he lifts me from the washer, so I cling onto him like a baby koala. At this angle, his head finds that mythical spot and thrusts with the confidence of man who’s discovered unexplored, virgin territory.
I moan as he plunges deeper, his hands guiding my hips over his shaft. Harder. Faster. The orgasm builds at an alarming rate. I wriggle and squirm, the sensations too overwhelming. “Oh, Dante….” Raging heat races to my core, filling every inch of me with liquid fire.
“I’m going to come, I’m going to—” An explosion of pleasure floods my core, and for an instant, my heart stops, my lungs fail, every part of me ceases to function. Only the fiery sensations exist. Only Dante, only his magnificent cock.
He drives harder, a savage growl vibrating his chest a second before his dick twitches inside me. My pussy clenches around him, wringing out his own pleasure. Warmth spills down my legs as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. His muffled groans shake my entire body, only intensifying the powerful release.
We remain there, motionless, for a long moment, him standing and me with my legs wrapped around his hips, holding on for dear life. It’s a damned good thing my thighs are strong from years of yoga because right now, they are the only things keeping me upright. My chest rises and falls in a rapid rhythm, matching the erratic one beneath me. Dante’s tattoos seem to come to life with each ragged pant.
My fingers trace the dark whorls before stalling at a light pink scar. The man’s body is riddled with them, different shapes and sizes, but this one is fresh, and it matches the other eight lining his torso.
Hot tears burn my eyes, and I have no idea why. My emotions are all over the place from that mind-blowing orgasm. Or maybe it’s the devastating thought of these bullets having hit their mark and me missing out on this intense moment with this man.
If Dante had died….
My throat closes up, and I swallow hard, forcing the knot of emotion down. Blinking quickly, I chase away the completely inappropriate thoughts. I have no doubt Dante’s made women cry while he brutally fucked them, but these tears are for a completely different and much more terrifying reason.
“Don’t.” The sound of Dante’s gruff voice stills my roving fingers. “Don’t make this more than what it is.”
My eyes dart to his, and I pray to a god I’m not sure exists, that they’re not filled to the brim with tears. “What are you saying?” I force out, impressed by how calm I sound.
His finger tips my chin up, locking it to his cold gaze. The fire and passion from a second ago are gone. “This was just a good fuck, understand? We can keep doing it as long as it suits both of us, but there won’t be anything more.”
A tiny sliver of my stupid heart breaks right off.
Dante must notice because the hard set of his jaw softens. “Love is weakness, a frailty, and in our world only the strong survive. I was wrong before when I said I would ruin you.Youwould be my utter undoing Rose, and I cannot have that.”
He pulls out from inside me, and that gaping hole spreads all the way to my chest. Unraveling my legs from his waist, he drops me onto the washing machine and spins toward the door. He stalks out before I can process what just happened.
CHAPTER28
FEEDING THE MONSTER
Dante
Cazzo, I’ll never get used to this shit paperwork. I stare at the mountain of files on my desk and groan. No, not today. I push off from the grand mahogany desk that still doesn’t feel like mine, and the wingback leather chair jerks back. I can’t spend another second hiding out from Rose in this office.
For days, I’ve been sneaking out of the apartment before she wakes and burying myself in mounds of papers just to avoid her. Because the goddamned truth is I can’t get her out of my mind. Her sweet scent still lingers on my pants from that night, which I haven’t washed because I’m clearly insane, but worse, its permanently carved into my memory. Every time I close my eyes, she’s all I see. Her head tipped back, cheeks flushed, and lips parted as I sink my cock inside her over and over again.
But then those tears…Dio, I wasn’t expecting that. It shook me to my core.
And what is even more absurd is that when I let the monster free, thrusting inside her with the violence that I try so hard to keep buried, she took it. More than that, shelikedit.
Whenever I let loose like that on Caroline, she grits her teeth and bears it because she’s a whore for my cock, but I know she doesn’t like it. I can feel her pussy slamming closed, unwilling to take me. But not Rose, no, she loved every fucking minute.
Andmerda, all I can think about is how badly I want to claim her all over my damned penthouse. On the kitchen counter, on the balcony, splayed out across the dining room table, and the living room, especially there in front of that ugly ass tree. I’d nail her against it if I didn’t think it would collapse beneath us and set the entire damned apartment on fire.
Butcazzo, I’d been wrong, so wrong when I thought Rose and I could just be a fling. The tornado of emotions that woman ignites inside me is dangerous. Just one taste and I am already addicted. If we keep it up, orDio, if it turns into more, I’d never be able to control myself.
Which is why I ran afterward, like a complete fucking coward.
Last night as I sat in this damned desk staring at the video surveillance of Rose in my apartment, I almost picked up the phone and called that frosty bitch, Caroline. I’d jacked off twice watching Rose sitting in front of that stupid Christmas tree, and still, it hadn’t been enough. I thought maybe, just maybe, Caroline’s lips on my cock would be the distraction I needed. Only I couldn’t even get my fingers to punch out her number.
The idea of being with anyone else had my dick so soft it was embarrassing. So, I just sat there for hours like acoglionewatching Rose on the monitor as she read her Psych textbook.
