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Dante groans as his fingers twist and pinch my aching nipples, sending electric shocks zapping through my core that have my thighs clenching tight. His hand slides lower, grabs the hem of the dress, and bunches it up to my waist.
His mouth drops to my neck, his teeth raking over the delicate skin there as his hand slips between my thighs. His hand cups my throbbing pussy through my slick panties, and my eyes roll back in ecstasy as something dark and volatile sparks inside me.
Oh fuck…
“Now, which part made this little pussy so fucking messy, dear wife of mine,” Dante snarls savagely into my ear. It’s that roughness and savagery that ratchets up the heat and the ache for him even more.
“Was it stabbing me?”
I gasp sharply as he nips hard at my neck.
“Or was it knowing that now I’m going tofuckthat stabbiness right out of you.”
I shudder, pleasure humming through me as his finger drags along my seam through my drenched panties.
“Ormaybe, little hurricane,” Dante rasps into my ear, “that’s exactly what you were hoping for when you tried to hurt me. Is that it?” he growls. “Were you trying toprovoke meinto pinning you to the wall like a bad girl andtakingthis pussy for the first time?”
I gasp as his fingers slip under the lace of my panties. He sinks into me, and when two of his fingers slide deep and curl against my g-spot, there’s no stopping the whine of pleasure from tumbling from my lips.
“Next time you want me to fuck you,” Dante murmurs thickly against the shell of my ear. “You’ll ask me nicely. And when you do…”
I cry out as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out of me roughly, sending explosive heat and pleasure sparking like wildfire through my body.
“When you do, little hurricane,” he hisses. “You’ll fucking say please.”
He suddenly hooks his other hand under my ass and lifts me up. I whimper, my arms and legs wrapping around him instinctively as he holds me against his body with one hand, keeping the other between my thighs and fingering my dripping pussy with deep, rhythmic thrusts.
His mouth slams to mine in a bruising kiss as he turns and storms across the room. My heart lurches into my throat when he lets go and gravity takes over. The second I land on the couch, he’s on me again.
Dante’s lips crush to mine, hungrily tasting my mouth and sucking my tongue into his. He moves lower, nipping at my neck, then my breasts, finally wrapping his lips around a soft pink nipple.
I hiss in pleasure, my hands sliding into his hair and gripping hard as he bites down and then slips his mouth lower.
And lower.
My eyes fly open as he shoves my dress up to my waist and yanks my panties off. Suddenly, his mouth dives between my thighs, and when I feel his tongue drag up my slit, it’s like sticking my finger into an electrical socket.
Holy. FUCK.
My hips jerk off the couch, and I slam a hand over my mouth to muffle the humiliatingly loud whine of pleasure that’s only overshadowed by how embarrassinglywetI am. I feel this insane need to apologize for the mess I’m making of his furniture, but before I can even open my mouth, Dante’s burying his between my legs and tonguing me deeply.
Sweet Jesus.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever known. My fingers can’t hold a candle to his tongue and lips. All I can do is writhe and moan, my vision blurring as he wraps his lips around my aching clit and swirls his tongue over it. He sinks two fingers back into my greedy pussy,stroking them against that rough spot inside as he sucks on my clit.
When I feel the first spank of his palm on my ass, it’s like someone’s poured napalm on the fire roaring inside of me. When he does it again, the spark catches in a whooshing roar. And when his tongue bats over my throbbing clit, the whole thing explodes.
I bury my face in the crook of my arm as I scream my release. It’s the single most explosive orgasm of my life, and his mouth stays right where it is through every rolling, thunderous wave. My hips buck and grind shamelessly, my vision blurs at the edges, and my pulse roars in my ears as I come hard against Dante’s tongue.
There’s still a ringing in my ears as Dante stands and shrugs off his suit jacket. My eyes drop to the bloodstain on his shirt as he unbuttons it and drops it to the floor, baring his ridiculously chiseled chest and abs.
When I realize what’s happening, my pulse quickens. But there’s no apprehension, and there’s no part of me that feels I should tell him to stop, that I don’t want this to go further.
Because Ido.
I’ve never been able to even sit through an entire dinner date with someone. But there’s something so volatile and unapologetically possessive and forward about this man that it’s not that Ican’tsay no.
It’s that I don’t want to.
