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When he reached the crease of my shorts, he paused. My hips rolled against his hand, desperate to feel him. The grip at my neck tightened just as his fingers dipped beneath the seam of my shorts. “Only you would be this wet after getting shot,” he chuckled, the sound rolling through me. My legs trembled.
Two fingers spread me open, slipping inside, and I gasped again. His lips brushed against my jaw, leaving soft kisses against my skin. “It doesn’t matter how many times I fuck you,” he murmured, “you’re still so fucking tight.”
Those fingers pumped in and out as his thumb circled my clit slowly. I sucked in a breath, as much as I could, with his fingers around my throat. I needed to come. I could feel it building to the point of no return.
Until his fingers slipped out of me, leaving me wanting. But he only moved them to finally tug my shorts down around my ankles. He pushed my thighs apart, dipping down to run his mouth over the wet slit. I shivered at his groan, at the way his fingers tightened on my thighs as he inhaled.
And then he started lapping away, so fiercely that it made me cry out in surprise. My body bucked beneath his tongue, trembling at his touch. He slipped a finger inside me once again as he took my swollen clit in his mouth. I jerked again, his arm pinning me down. He continued to pump in and out of me, coating his fingers with my juices. My walls hugged him tightly, wishing it was his cock thrusting inside me.
His hand at my throat tightened with each lick and sucked against my clit, his fingers pressed against the pulse of my heart. Each time his mouth suckled at that sensitive nub, the pressure increased until black tinged the edges of my vision. I had never, ever felt something like this before. My hands grappled in his hair, thighs trembling.
My back bowed off the mattress as my world exploded. My fingers nearly ripped his hair from the root as heat coiled and flipped low in my belly. He released my throat, my chest heaving as I gasped for air, slowly coming back down to earth.
“We’re not done yet,” he growled, wiping the glistening wetness from his mouth. A part of me wanted to lick it off of him.
Crawling over me and careful not to jostle my arm, he took his cock out, giving it a few strokes. My eyes locked on his hand, the motion mesmerizing. I wanted him inside of me so badly that the pain of it nearly rivaled that of my injury. My nails dug into his shoulders, begging him to hurry up, and he smirked as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. My thighs squeezed his waist to ease the heavy ache throbbing between them.
“Do you know how fucking terrified I was?” he growled, sliding the tip of his cock along the slick folds.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
Shadows flashed behind his eyes. “Prove it.”
My fingers gripped the hard length, leading him towards my entrance. He glided inside easily due to how fucking wet I was. We both groan as he buries himself to the hilt, pausing as I let myself adjust to his girth. He kisses along my jaw, trailing a blaze of sparks down my neck and collarbone. He went slow at first, as if holding himself back. I knew he was worried about hurting me, but right then, I didn’t care. I could barely feel the pain in my arm anymore, the feeling of him inside me overpowering everything else.
With my good arm, I hooked it around his neck, pulling him closer. “Dante, don’t go easy on me now.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Worry slipped across his lips.
“Then fuck me hard enough that pleasure overpowers the pain.”
His hips jerk, thrusting in hard enough to make me moan as he picked up the pace. His balls slapped against my ass with each thrust, forehead pressed into my shoulder. We’re both breathing hard, gasping for air. My chest heaves against his, nipples brushing against the hardness of his body. Nails scraped down his back before falling and gripping the sheets just to keep me steady.
It isn’t long before I feel him tense, his movements becoming choppy as he finally buried himself deep and let go. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, shooting his load deep. Dante groaned, pressing his mouth against my neck, my good shoulder, his eyes closed. When he finally collapsed beside me, I took a deep breath. His own breathing was ragged as he tried to catch his breath.
The pain was still there, but I could barely feel it. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the sex or if he’d given me aspirin. We laid there in silence, letting the fear and worry from the past few hours wash away as the light brightened the room. I knew we couldn’t stay here forever. There was too much to do, even if I was injured. That wouldn’t stop me from finally getting my revenge.
This was just a small bump in our plans, and it wouldn’t keep me from doing what I needed to do. This wasn’t just about revenge, though. It was for my child. To secure a safe enough future for them where they wouldn’t have to look over their shoulder at every turn. It was for my family. So we would never have to worry about leaving before our time again. A shot to the arm was nothing compared to what I would deal with to make that future a reality.
“He hasn’t woken up just yet.” Dante’s voice jolted me from my thoughts.
“Who?”
“Ivan.”
My memory was still coming together piece by little piece from the night before, but I remembered that. We’d caught Ivan just before his gun had gone off. Just before he’d shot me. I closed my eyes, trying to quell the burning anger that flared in my stomach. That asshole had shot me. He’d fucking pointed his gun directly at me and tried to kill me.
“And when he wakes up?” I asked.
“Then I’ll question him.”
I jerked to the side a bit, glaring down at him. “Why can’t I question him? That asshole shot me.”
Dante’s lips twitched. “And he’ll pay for that…after we get the information we need. Besides, even if you are still quite terrifying with only one good arm, you’re still injured. Let me handle it. I’ll make sure he pays for what he did to you.”
Warmth flooded my cheeks at his words. I nestled against him, still careful of my arm. “And then?” I asked quietly.
Dante was silent for a while. I could practically feel his mind turning over each possibility. Just when I thought he wouldn’t answer, he took a sharp breath. “Then we find the Snake and kill the fucker.”
