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“Umhmm…” My head tips back, resting on his shoulder as he finger fucks me until my knees start to tremble.
With his free hand he jerks my mouth to his, claiming it in rhythm with each thrust of his finger. My hips buck against his hand, desperate for the friction. Fuck, I’m close, so close already. I want that cock inside me.
I reach around and wrap my fingers around his erection. A bead of moisture trickles into my palm as I slide up and down his silky shaft. He pumps his hips, and a swirl of pleasure races through me. It’s stupid, but Dante has always seemed so unattainable. All the women I’ve met hanging from his arm are not only gorgeous, but successful and wealthy beyond my wildest dreams. I guess you can never take the awkward little fat girl out of the woman. Sex is my weapon, one I use frequently and with little abandon, my own personal revenge against all the jerks in high school who rejected me.
It gave me the illusion of control after….
Burying the dismal thoughts to the far fucked-up corners of my psyche, I focus on the sheer pleasure raging through my lower half. “I’m ready,” I rasp out.
He plunges a second finger inside me, and I cry out. “Not yet. I want you to come on my cock, but you have to be ready to take all of me in.”
Oh gawd, I’m ready.
I rub my clit against his palm like a freaking dog in heat. I need this so badly from him, and I don’t even know why. There’s something about Dante, the power he represents, the savage darkness buried just under the gorgeous surface. He slips his fingers out, and I let out a frustrated squeal.
“Sorry.” He chuckles. “Gotta get a condom.” He reaches over me to his bedside table and fumbles through the drawer. “We don’t need any little Dantes running around Manhattan.”
“No, definitely not.” My chest is heaving, raging heat coursing through my center. “Hurry up.”
“Dirty and demanding.” He smirks. “Who would’ve thought?”
“Oh, D, you have no idea.”
Dante rips through the little silver package with his teeth, a snarl curling his lips. I watch expectantly as he rolls the condom over his impressive length. My breath catches as I imagine him filling me.
A sharp ding has my racing heart catapulting up my throat.
“Shit,” Dante mutters, and the condom slips to the floor. He darts across the room to his discarded slacks and rummages through the pocket.
“Are you serious right now?” I snap.
“Sorry, this is important.” He doesn’t even look up at me as he scans the text message.
What a dick.
He stares at the screen, an unreadable expression carved into his strong jaw. The tendon flutters beneath the dark layer of scruff, and he squeezes his eyes closed. As if he’s ultimately made up his mind about something, he releases a frustrated breath. His gaze finally lifts to mine. “Sorry, sweetheart, I have to go.”
“You’re joking?”
He shakes his head. “Wish I was. You know what they say, business before pleasure.” He spears his legs through his pants, foregoing his underwear all together and buttons up the top of his shirt. “Another time,Rosa.”
Gawd, I hate how sexy my name sounds on his lips.And in Italian! My fiery insides just liquified into a puddle of lust. He tosses me a wink as he buckles his belt, but with every second that passes with me kneeling on his bed and my skirt hiked up my waist, the lust morphs to anger. No, I wouldn’t let this guy just walk out on me. Not like all the others….
“This is your only chance.” The words pop out before I can stop them.
His dark brows furrow, and he meets my glare. “Excuse me?”
“This was a one-time deal, Dante.” I plant my hands on my hips and steel my spine. “Stella has sworn me off you for good reason, I’m sure. If this doesn’t happen tonight, it doesn’t happen at all.”
A thick vein in his forehead pulses as he regards me. His eyes darken, nostrils flared. For a second, a whisper of fear snaps my spine straighter. The Kings and the ruthless brothers who rule Manhattan are notorious, but I’ve never seen this dark side of them, of Dante.
He closes the space between us in two long strides. With me kneeling on the bed, he’s half a body taller than me. And scary as fuck when he stares me down. “Are you threatening me, sweetheart?”
I swallow hard. “No.” I pause and nibble on my swollen lower lip. “It’s a promise.”
His eyes narrow, darkness churning within those pitch orbs. “It’s probably for the best then,” he finally whispers. “I would’ve ruined you for any other man.”
CHAPTER4
