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…Which is exactly when something shoves him away with the force of a freight train.
Dante snarls and sends the man flying away from me, tripping over his own feet and landing on the ground. The crowd parts around him as Dante storms over and kicks him hard in the stomach, then drops to his knees astride the man’s chest and starts to hit him in the face, over and over.
…There might be something very wrong with me that I find the visual of my husband “defending my honor” against a handsy asshole, with his hands bloodied,insanelyhot.
A big man dressed in black comes rushing over. I realize he’s the same guy who knows Dante—Leo—at the same time thatLeorealizes the guy dishing out the beating is his at-times boss.
Dante stands and Leo yanks the asshole off the floor by his collar.
“We’ve got an empty storage room downstairs, Mr. Sartorre,” Leo murmurs, glancing at Dante. “If you want me to bring him down there for a little more privacy.”
Dante’s eyes narrow as he walks up to the bloodied, drunk, douchebag.
“What’s your name.”
“Carl!” The guy sobs through bloody lips. “Please…”
“Carl, that woman you just put your fucking hands on is mywife.”
The man goes pale.
“But tonight’s your lucky night,Carl. You see, I’d rather spend my timefuckingmy wife than breaking every bone in your body. But I will say this.”
He grabs Carl’s collar and yanks him closer.
“If I ever see you again—here or anywhere else—I’ll fucking kill you. Understand?”
Carl nods pathetically.
“Get him the fuck out of here, Leo.”
"You got it, Mr. Sartorre.”
I rush into Dante’s arms as Leo drags a sniveling Carl away.
“Your hands…” I gasp taking them in mine. “Let me get you some ice?—”
Instead, Dante suddenly grabs me and yanks me after him as he dives back into the crowd. In the very center of the mass of swirling, grinding humanity, he spins me around quickly and then tugs me back against him. My ass squirms against his bulge, and I whimper softly.
Fuck, he’s hard as steel.
His hands skim up and down my sides, teasing the sides of my breasts and grabbing my hips. His cock throbs against my ass, and suddenly, his hand slips under the front hem of my dress.
“Dante…”
He just bites down my neck from behind, making me moan as his fingers tease the edge of my panties. They push down lower under the lace, cupping my bare pussy as I start to tremble and shake.
His fingers roll over my clit and then delve deeper, curling as he sinks two thick digits into my eager pussy.
I. Am.Soaked.
“You’d better be wet forme, not him,” he rasps dangerously into my ear, like a knife’s edge teasing over tender flesh.
I moan as he starts to finger me hard and fast, his palm grinding against my clit. I turn my head, my eyes locking with his in the neon darkness.
“I’m always wet for you…”
His mouth crushes to mine as his fingers stroke in and out of me. My legs shake and buckle, my body writhing under his touch. His other hand slips between us. Then suddenly there’s a tug, and his hand is gripping the back of my dress and yanking it up over my ass.
