He leaned forward until his lips brushed her ear. “You were so angry when I got away. Did you fuck someone to work out that rage?”
“I already told you. I fucked Romeo. Repeatedly. I went straight from shooting you to riding his cock.” Lies. All lies. Romeo hadn’t so much as touched her, and she certainly hadn’t pressed the issue. Romeo Capparelli was attractive enough from a distance, but once a person got close enough, only a fool would be convinced they saw something in his soulless eyes. Rose fully intended to do her duty and marry him to smooth over things, but she hadn’t been looking forward to consummating the relationship.
“I remember now. He fucked you everywhere, right?” He said it so casually. His tone gave her no warning. One moment he gripped her hips and the next he jerked her tighter against him and ran his hand down the center of her ass, his fingers delving between her cheeks. “Your ass.” Dante kept going until he cupped her roughly from behind. “Pussy.” He used his free hand to grip her chin and dragged his thumb over her bottom lip. “Mouth.”
“Da,” she finally managed. Rose licked her lips, her tongue sliding along his thumb and making his eyes go even darker. She was playing with fire, but she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop. “He made it good for me with his long, thick cock and clever fingers. And he ate my pussy for hours, until I lost count of orgasms. Nothing mediocre about it.”
Dante tightened his grip on her chin until it was just shy of painful. “Bugiarda.”
“What does that mean?” She’d fully intended to learn passable Italian at some point since the Capparellis had continued to be an issue, but Rose didn’t have the same skill with languages that Lorelei did, so she’d found reasons to put it off again and again. She wished she’d learned now.
“Do you want to know what I think?”
“Nyet.” She didn’t exactly mean to switch to Russian, but she was having trouble thinking straight with his hands on her. He held her up away from his cock and too tightly to rock against his fingers. Frustration loosened her tongue. “Ya nikogo ne trogal, krome tebya, ublyudok.” Something she didn’t mean to admit, even if he didn’t understand.
I haven’t touched anyone but you, you bastard.
Not out of any loyalty. She didn’t feel it for him. But it just hadn’t happened. Romeo didn’t push her on anything remotely sexual, and she wasn’t foolish enough to touch anyone else in the meantime, not while negotiating their pending marriage and what it would mean for both families. Rose could be reckless, but even she wasn’t that selfish.
And… There was her foolish heart to consider. It hadn’t felt right with anyone else and so it was easier to blame her pending marriage on her celibacy. Better that than admit she missed the man who’d lied to her, betrayed her. The enemy.
He stared hard. “What does that mean?”
“It means I fucked Romeo on every surface.”
“No… I don’t think so.” He tilted his head to the side, surveying her face. “If you’re going to use that mouth to lie to me, I’ll put it to better use.”
She expected him to shove her to her knees, to guide her to suck his cock, but Dante simply shifted his grip on her chin and pressed two fingers into her mouth. She was so shocked, she forgot to fight. Or that was what she told herself as he held her gaze and fucked her mouth with his fingers. Not fast. Not even hard. But so damn thoroughly that she’d never felt so owned in her life.
The rough pads of his fingers dragged through her lips and over her tongue, so deep, she gagged. Dante didn’t stop. He wasn’t touching her nose, so it wasn’t like she couldn’t breathe if she concentrated, but it was so damn hard to concentrate with him thrusting back down her tongue and giving her no time to recover.
And still, he watched her as if she were the most interesting thing in the world, a piece of art to be surveyed and purchased and owned. “I was so very careful with you, Rosa. Never too rough. Never too possessive. Safe. I let you set the pace when you sucked my cock, when we fucked. No longer.”
She tried to question him, but he gagged her again. Dante’s brows slammed down. “No, you will not lie to me anymore. I’m going to ask you a question, and you will give me the honest answer. Do you understand?” He didn’t remove his fingers, but he stopped fucking her mouth long enough for her to nod. “Bene.”
Dante eased his other hand off her pussy, reversing its journey in dragging his fingers over her ass and up to the small of her back. The rough handling had pulled her panties partly to the side, and the slick fabric of his shorts felt obscene against her throbbing center. “Let there be no misunderstanding between us. You can provoke me as much as you like, but I will not force you.” He held her gaze until she had to fight not to look away. “Do you want this cock?”