His kisses have the power to bring me down to my knees.
His authority scares me. Not because of who he is or what he does, but because of how it makes me feel. I should hate Dante. I want to hate him.
I also want him to fuck me.
What is wrong with me?
His lips trail along my neck, and his fingers are fast and rough as he lifts my shirt and works the button on my pants free.
The bedroom door is wide open, but Dante doesn’t seem to care. Maybe he likes knowing he can claim me in front of his men?
The thought sends a shudder of excitement flowing through my body.
Already I’m wet.
“I should punish you,” Dante rasps into my ear. He flips me over and yanks my jeans down over my bottom.
“Punish me, how?” I’m almost afraid to ask. He’s already forced me to swallow that stupid pill.
“Get on all fours,” he commands and lifts my hips.
I do as I’m told. The zipper on his pants glides down, and I glance over my shoulder. I want to see him.
His cock is glistening and hard. Dante strokes his thickened member and shoves my head forward, bending my head down as he thrusts hard inside of my tightness.
A whimper slips out past my lips.
It doesn’t hurt. He fills me and makes me feel full as he stretches my insides to accommodate him. Each thrust is slow and drawn out.
It’s pure torture.
“Harder,” I whisper, needing more and wanting him to go faster.
He doesn’t listen to me. Each stroke is slow and deliciously painful.
My insides throb and pulsate around his thick cock.
“Please,” I beg. My hands bunch into fists as the bedsheets are all that I can grasp.
Dante pushes my head down against the bed as he fucks me.
Finally, he gives me what I want. The pace picks up, and my heart is slamming against my ribcage.
My insides clench down.
“Not yet!” Dante commands. “Don’t you dare come yet.”
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. Already I’m so close, and he’s teasing me to no end.
He pulls out just as I reach the edge.
I gasp, and my breath feels stolen from my lungs.
“What the fuck was that?” I’m panting, desperate for air, and he flips me around onto my back.
There’s a devious smile that crosses his features, and a dark glint in his eye. “You’re mine,” he growls, and lifts my legs to his shoulders as he drives himself into me.
It’s hard and rough, and my insides are pulsating all over again.