Page 84 of Ruthless Saint


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“I made a mess. You hate mess.”

“You can make this sort of mess every single time.”

She chuckles as I nip her jaw, trailing kisses until my lips hover over hers.

“Dante?”

“Yes, baby?”

“You smell like me.”

“Do you want me to go wash my face before I kiss you?”

“No, I like it. It’s sort of sexy.”

“You’re sort of sexy.”

She laughs. “Who are you, and where is the angry man I met my first day in Blackwood?”

“He’s still in there. He’s just focused,” I trace my fingers over her pert breast, “on making you come as many times as possible before he can’t hold back any longer and fucks you.”

“A very important task indeed.”

“You see? You get him.”

“Dante?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Even back then, I knew.”

“You knew what?” I ask distracted, playing with her nipple.

Her back arches into my touch.

“I knew you were never that angry.”

“Mmmm.” My lips close over the pert bud. I suck it, then lick a circle around it, before blowing cool air on it, watching it harden even more. “What was I then?”

“I’m still trying to figure it out,” she sighs as I move my mouth to her other breast, my hand stoking down her body until my fingers reach her soaked pussy.

“Maybe I was just lonely,” I say, the truth of that statement hitting me straight in the chest. I freeze, trying to process the words I just spoke. Pushing onto her elbows, Alessa reaches out to cradle the side of my face. Unable to stop myself, I lean into her touch. “What are you doing to me,Fata?”

“I don’t know,” she whispers.

“I don’t understand this—this turmoil inside me. I’ve never felt—I don’t feel, Alessa.” I close my eyes as her thumb strokes my cheek.

“Me, too.”

My eyes snap open, finding her shining ones, glistening with emotions neither one of us is ready to name.

“I need you to say my name,” I plead.

“Dante,” she croaks as my fingers begin stroking her pussy.

“More.” I slip two fingers inside then pull them out.

“Dante, please,” she moans when I add a third finger.

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