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He flashes his teeth. "You're testing my patience, little doe."
I meet his steely gaze. "I'm done being pushed around by men."
There's a flash in his eyes as he understands my meaning. My husband. His abusive ways.
"Fine," he relents. "But if he even thinks about touching you. I swear to God, I'll murder him."
I gasp at the sincerity of that statement. Dante sounds serious.
He leans down, eliminating the last bit of space between us. His lips meet mine in a kiss as intense and overwhelming as he is.
I gasp at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, my heart pounding. Despite the whirlwind of emotions, I kiss him back. It's like we're magnets, unable to resist each other's pull.
"Fuck," he breathes against my lips. "I'm addicted to you, baby girl."
I moan as he kisses and bites my neck, devouring me like an animal. He pulls me closer, clutching onto me so tightly it almost hurts.
"I want you so fucking bad, little doe."
I bite my inner cheek and look into his eyes. "I want you."
He growls and lifts me onto the staff room table, his thick erection pressing into my center as he stands between my thighs. "My cock is so fucking hard. Feel it," he demands.
When I don't move, he grabs my hand and presses it against his straining cock. I want to see it, touch it, suck it. I want him inside me. I moan loudly.
"Do you feel what you do to me?"
I nod in response.
"Use your words for me, Madison."
"Yes, I feel it. Can I see it?"
He groans, eyes flickering shut, and then his fingers move to undo his belt until the chime of the bells on the door of the store echoes through to the backroom, slicing through the air like a sharp blade and instantly shattering our bubble.
Dante freezes, his fingers stalling on his belt. "Fuck, what am I doing?" He runs a hand through his hair, a war waging in his eyes.
"Hey, anyone here?" a voice calls from the entrance.
"It's Derek, your colleague," he says, moving away from me and leaving me feeling cold and disappointed. "I'll introduce you." I'm surprised how easily he slips into being so collected after we were practically ready to fuck in the staff room of his store.
"Go to the bathroom first and fix yourself up. I made a bit of a mess," he murmurs, winking and disappearing into the store.
I go into the bathroom, my heart pounding when I see my messy hair and lips swollen and glistening from our kiss. And then my heart flips when I see the bruise forming on my neck.
"Fuck," I mutter, tracing the lines of it with my fingers. It makes the ache between my thighs stronger. Quickly, I pull some makeup from my purse and try to hide it as best I can.
Swiping on the last of the concealer, I take one last look in the mirror. "Pull it together, Madison," I murmur to my reflection, inhaling a shaky breath. I reapply my lipstick, trying to muster some semblance of normalcy.
As I make my way back out, I hear Dante and Derek talking, their voices muffled. I plaster on a smile and walk into the room, tugging down my skirt that suddenly feels too short.
"Derek, meet Madison. New employee to help you out here," Dante introduces, his tone light, but his eyes telling an entirely different story.
"Hey, Madison. Nice to meet you," Derek extends a hand, oblivious to the tension. He seems nice and ordinary, in direct contrast to Dante.
"Nice to meet you too, Derek," I reply, shaking his hand and offering him a small smile.
Dante claps his hands together, the sound echoing through the quiet store. "Alright then, Madison, I suppose it's time I show you the ropes." His voice is casual, but his eyes have a dangerous glint. "Let's get to training you, shall we?" The corner of his mouth curls up into a smirk that sends shivers down my spine.
