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He nods and slides back in his seat, curling an arm around my shoulders. I sink into his hard planes, the amount of comfort his unyielding form brings completely unfair. My lids grow heavy with the steady motion of the car and the lack of sleep last night, and I drift off to sleep again.
* * *
“Thisis your beach house?” Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stare up at the sprawling mansion along the shore. It’s all modern light gray cedar and glass with wrap-around porches on two levels. If it wasn’t for the overgrown seagrass and remote location that kept it so secluded, the neighbors could see right into the whole house.
I gawk up at it for a few more minutes before Dante totes me up the white gravel walkway. The ocean is so close I can taste the salt in the air. I inhale a deep breath as he fiddles with the key, carrying our bags on each shoulder.
A swirl of anxiety swims in my gut, worsening with each passing moment. An entire week with Dante here? Alone? Oh, good gawd, help me. I am already desperately falling for this man. There is no way I’ll survive this super romantic getaway on top of everything I’m already feeling.
“Ah-ha, got it.”
The black door swings open and Dante ushers me inside, dropping our bags and coats at the entrance. I bypass the chic, coastal casual look of the great room and move straight toward the floor-to-ceiling windows which provide an unobstructed view of white powder sand and endless coastline.
My breath hitches at the sight. Even in the dead of winter, the dark blue waters stir something powerful in my soul. I’d grown up on Long Island, too. Not this swanky part but my parents’ house is less than an hour away. I’d spent countless summers at the beach. It had been so peaceful, so idyllic, until that one summer….
“You okay, sweetheart?” Dante moves behind me, wrapping his warm body around my suddenly icy one. “I can turn up the heat if it’s too cold.”
Standing a few feet away from the sliding glass doors, I keep my gaze pinned to the ocean, afraid to turn around and let a tear slip. “No, I’m fine, just tired I think.”
Dante spins me around, and the crease between his dark brows deepens. “What’s wrong?” For someone so intent on keeping me at arm’s length, he’s exceptionally attuned to my mood changes.
“Nothing,” I force out. “Everything’s perfect really.” I shrug and try to wriggle free of his embrace, but his arms only tighten around me.
“I meant what I said, Rosa. No one will hurt you again. I will always keep you safe.”
“Until you freak out and leave again.” The words slip out before I can stop them. I realize my mistake as his smile flips into a frown, but it’s too late. I wait for his arms to slacken, for him to dart upstairs, or even out the door.
Only he doesn’t move.
Instead, he grips my jaw with his big hand, fingers digging into my cheeks. A murderous glare sears into me, and a shudder crawls up my spine. “I’m not going anywhere,” he snarls. “You’ve unleashed the monster, and I warned you what would happen after that. You’re stuck with me now, sweetheart. You’re the sweetest drug I’ve ever tasted, and I’m already completely addicted. No one will take you away from me.No one.” His mouth crashes into mine as his hands drop to my ass and lift me up. He curls my legs around his waist and walks us the remaining feet to the immense wall of windows. His hand digs into the back of my neck, fisting around my hair.
Then he lowers me to the floor and drops to his knees, taking my yoga pants down with him. I’m bare beneath, and a wicked grin curls his lips. “Oh, Rosa, you are going to be the death of me. But I’ll take every sinful moment as long as it means I can die with my face buried in your perfect pussy.”
He yanks my shirt over my head and pins me against the window. The icy glass sends goose bumps over my heated skin. I’m cold and hot, blood pounding in my veins as he parts my legs and devours me.
My ass is pressed to the glass, and I thank heavens it’s the middle of winter or everyone on the beach would have a front row view of my rosy cheeks. As his tongue strokes my clit, his hand wanders up to claim my breast, and I arch into him as a groan slips free.
“Mine,” he growls against my pussy, then dives his tongue deeper. “Mine.” He thrusts a finger inside, and I cry out. Then his middle finger rubs my arousal across my back hole, and fire like I’ve never felt builds at my apex. He plunges his finger inside the virgin territory filling me with all of him. I feel so full, I’m sure I’m going to explode. His fingers claim each hole, his tongue on my clit. “Oh gawd, I’m going to come,” I cry.
“No, you’re not, sweetheart, not yet.” The vibrations of his words on my sensitive flesh nearly send me over the edge. “I’m not finished with you yet. I’m taking that ass with my cock, right now. I can’t wait any longer. It’ll be mine, only mine.”
He runs his tongue across my folds once more before releasing me and spinning me around. I let out a mewl as my breasts and all that heated flesh press against the icy glass. I’m so wet, arousal slickens my thighs, running down the inside of my legs.
“Mmm, perfect,” Dante drawls as he bends me over. His pants hit the floor, then his boxers.
His cock strokes my wet folds then moves higher. His thick head brushes my ass, and anticipation tightens my core. He spreads my legs wide and reaches around to stroke my clit. My knees wobble as he starts to circle, and the building orgasm returns anew. “Just relax, sweetheart.” His warm breath skates over the shell of my ear. “You’re so wet, so ready for my cock.”
And fuck, it’s true.
I want to experience this with him. I want to give him something that would always be only his.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and jerks my head back to capture my mouth. With my attention on his sinful tongue, he runs a finger through my soaked pussy then drags my arousal to my back hole. He dips a finger inside, and my entire body clenches. He slowly thrusts, stretching me. “Mmm, Rosa. Your sweet little ass is ready for my cock.”
Before I can get a word out, his tongue plunges inside my mouth in the same instant he sinks his cock into my back hole. A rush of pleasure and pain consumes me, arching my back as a scream rips out.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He slowly pulls out then thrusts a finger in my pussy, and I cry out again. From sheer pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” I moan.
