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“Can I kiss you, bella?”
It takes me a second to realize that he’s calling me beautiful instead of by the name of some ex that also tasted like salt and pineapples. But once I nod in approval for the kiss, he crashes into me, pressing his tongue between my lips and owning my body with a relentless grip that leaves me breathless and desperate to be filled.
“I need it,” I beg, staring up at Dante. “I need your cock.”
He nods and kisses the lobe of my ear, tugging gently as warm heat from his breath lands on my skin. “I want you for more than one night.”
My clit twitches at the vibration of his words on my neck. He’s heavy holding himself over me and right now, he could tell me he wants me for eternity, and it wouldn’t matter. Apparently, he hasn’t heard the news about my diagnosis.
“Make her come,” Saint growls from beside us. “Lick that sweet pussy and make her come hard in your mouth. Lick it up.”
My heart is racing so fast that I’m afraid it might burst from my ribcage and run away. His demands are strained and desperate, like he needs to see me orgasm, like he’s desperate for it… for me.
Dante does as he’s told and lowers back toward my core, growling against my cunt as he gazes up at me. His tongue thrusts into my crease hitting every sensitive spot that’s been strained too long now.
My legs squirm against his face and squeeze his head gently. I try to hold back from squirming too much, but by the way Saint is groaning, I think he likes my motions.
“Faster,” Saint growls. “Move faster. She needs to come, look at her.”
Dante slides two fingers inside of me, and sucks up a suction on my clit, flicking his tongue with every motion.
I run my hands through his hair and take hold as my panting grows to a scream, and every nerve in my body explodes like tiny fireworks making their way down my back, through my groin, and into my toes. Sigh after sigh spills from my lips as I come hard against the gentle scratch of Dante’s beard.
Within seconds of my release, Saint slows his jerking and Dante stays in place lapping me up like he can’t get enough.
“Bene,” Saint mutters to Dante. “Go clean yourself up.”
“Clean yourself up?No. I want him inside of me. I need him inside me.”
“Hostages don’t get to make demands, Cinderella. You take what you’re given. Are you not pleased?”
My mind spins in a thousand directions. I am in fact pleased. I’m so pleased, I want more, but I don’t tell him that.
“Dante,” I reach for his arm, appealing to the one I know will listen, “I want you.”
Dante leans into me for a kiss, his breath on the lobe of my ear. “I want you more.” And with that simple sentence, he walks toward the bathroom and disappears behind the wood door.
I look toward Saint who’s returning his pants to their natural place, his cock still rock hard.
“What are you doing? Don’t you want to come? Don’t you want Dante to come? The men I know get angry for being a tease. They say something about blue balls and how it’s mean for a woman to turn a man on and not give him an orgasm.”
“Are the men you’re talking to twelve?”
I look away, rolling my eyes at his comment. “So what then? You’re just going to stuff that big, thick rod back into your pants and go on with the day like nothing happened?”
He grins. “You think I’m big?”
I roll my eyes again. “Wolfie, you’re fucking with me.”
“And I’m winning this time. Turns out, I just needed to lower your guar—”
A loud bang hits the side of the house, stopping me in my tracks. My heart slows and my eyes widen as I stare toward Saint.
“I’ll send Luca in to take you to safety. I need Dante with me,” he says, pulling a box from beneath the bed. “Promise me you won’t leave Luca’s sight.” He pulls some kind of gun from the locked box, holding it in his hand before edging his way toward the door. “Promise me!” he snaps, turning back.
Now isn’t the time to complain about who’s going to babysit the hostage, but I’d prefer Dante be with me. We built trust on the skiff and being with him makes me feel safe. Something tells me he has the same effect on Saint. There’s a trust between them that Saint demands, and I’d guess it’s pronounced in times like this.
“Yes, I promise. Just be safe, Wolfie,” I say, my voice softening. “I need to finish what you started earlier.”
