God, I was already so fucking wet. I could feel the slickness between my thighs, begging for him to touch me there. But he was teasing me, just as I had before we’d gone to the meeting. This was the real payback for what I’d done to him.
And I loved it.
“You know,” I wrapped my tied hands around his neck, “this could be considered insubordination.”
My legs tightened around his hips just as he laughed. It rumbled through his chest, vibrating against mine.
“Are you going to punish me, then?” A smirk flashed across his lips, my eyes trailing after it. Leaning in closer, he whispered, “I can show you what a real punishment looks like.”
Mio Dio.
His hands slipped between my thighs, finding the wetness already there. Fingers played against my clit, stroking it until my back arched, chest pressing into his. My breaths were coming shorter now, panting as I let myself give in to the sensation of his body against mine, his fingers playing me like a violin. Just as I felt the need rising, overflowing, he pulled away.
I was not proud of the sound that came from my mouth, but there was no stopping it. I stared up at him, shocked that he would leave me on edge like this. The fingers I wanted so badly were swiftly undoing his shirt. The fabric fell away, revealing what I already knew was there. But that didn’t stop my eyes from trailing down the hard surface of his chest, the ridges along his abdomen that made me want to run my hands across his skin.
I wanted him as much as I hated him right now.
“Beg for it.”
Blinking up at him, I almost didn’t process what he’d said. “What?”
“Beg,” he said slowly, “for it.”
“I’m—”
“Not right now, you’re not.” He crawled closer, stopping just breaths away. His hand hovered over the heat between my legs, and I fought the urge to roll my hips into his palm.
My eyes flicked between that searing gaze and between our bodies, the need urging me to speak. I clamped my mouth shut. I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to have this power over me. It was a weakness.
“Fine.” He smiled wickedly. “Have it your way.” Fingers brushed against the soft folds before his tongue flicked over my nipple. I gasped at the quick and ruthless way he caressed me.
Dante slowly stood, turning towards the door.
“Wait.” My voice was breathless, wanting. “Please.”
“Please, what?” He stopped halfway, his head tilting slightly to the side to look at me.
“Please…” My mouth tried to work around the words I wanted to say. “Please fuck me,” I said too softly.
“What was that?”
Heat flared in my chest. I jerked my chin up, meeting his eyes. “Please, fuck me,” I bit out louder.
I blinked, and suddenly he was there, like a demon from my nightmare. Reflections of the city outside nearly glowed around his pupils, making him look ethereal. His teeth flashed as he smiled.
“That’s my girl.”
I wanted to argue that I wasn’t his girl—no matter what the priest or piece of paper said, but my need far outweighed my pride at the moment. His hands spread my thighs apart as if they were made of gold, his touch suddenly gentle.
I didn’t want gentle. I wanted my enemy to take what wasn’t his.
“Dante.” His eyes flicked to mine hungrily, pausing at my lips before trailing back up. “I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
His fingers dug into my skin, nails biting. His teeth nipped at the sensitive areas before his mouth found my clit, encasing it in heat. I closed my eyes, letting the feeling of his tongue slip along the folds, tasting me, wash over me. A finger trailed behind his tongue, easing its way inside. Curling it slightly, he let it slip out before plunging it back in. That, along with his tongue, he worked to milk every last drop. He pulled back just before I was about to topple over the edge.
“No!” I reached for him.
Dante caught my bound wrists, a dark look in his eye. “You don’t get to come unless I tell you to.”