“Lie back.”
She propped herself on her arms, chest bare, her thighs still pressed together in a small act of rebellion. But that was fine. It would just make breaking her that much sweeter. I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted this infuriating woman. She pretended to be strong, but I knew the truth—she wanted to be dominated just as badly as she wanted to dominate.
I let my hands trail along her skin, skimming her bare breasts, stomach, and arms until goosebumps erupted beneath my fingertips. Her chest rose and fell, lips quivering at the slightest touch. She was completely at my mercy, and she knew it.
Slowly, I grasped her knees, spreading her legs until I could see it all; the pink lips just begging to be kissed, to be licked, the sheen of her desire along her skin I so badly wanted to taste again. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, I kissed my way along her inner thigh, pausing just as I reached the center. Her reaction was instant, arching her back and rolling her hips forward to meet me. But I held back.
“What do you say?” I taunted.
Sienna’s head tipped back as a breathless “please” escaped her lips.
“Say my name.”
Slowly, her head rolled forward, looking directly at me. “Please, Dante.”
I didn’t want to rush. I wanted to take my time with her tonight, to slowly force her to give in inch by inch. My fingers brushed against her clit before pulling away, teasing her to the edge. Sienna’s soft moan was music to my ears as I left gentle bites along her thighs, her pussy—no, my pussy. She belonged to me, and it was time she knew it.
Her body jolted as my tongue slid along her folds, circling that sensitive nub before taking it all in my mouth. I licked and lapped at her juices like it was the sweetest nectar. She couldn’t help it. Her legs spread wider, one hand tangling in my hair to keep me there, and I let it. I let her think she had some sort of control over any of this. I wanted to make her come, force her to the edge before she completely tumbled into the abyss.
“Dante…” Her voice shook me from my thoughts. I’d been so busy focusing on her pleasure that I hadn’t realized how close she’d come.
Wrenching away, I stood over her, watching. Sienna cried out, her hands reaching in the air to pull me back just to finish the job.
“I didn’t tell you that you could cum just yet,” I told her, moving in. My hand slipped around her throat, keeping her in place as Sienna froze. “See? No respect.”
“Dante, please.”
“Not yet.” My hand tightened. It was just enough to cut off her next plea, but not enough to harm her. “You want control? Then fine. Take control, Sienna.”
The mattress dipped beneath my weight as I lay beside her. I knew she could feel my movements, and I knew she was confused about what I’d meant. It wasn’t until my hands guided her leg over my hips that she understood.
“That’s a good girl. Now fucking ride me.” I thrust up into her roughly, burrowing deep inside her pussy. My pussy.
Sienna gave a soft cry, but couldn’t resist. Her movements were shaky, hesitant, as if she’d never done this before. Her hands were clumsily curled against my chest as she leaned forward, riding along my shaft. I had to admit—I fucking loved the view. Her tits swung forward until I caught them in my hands, fingers squeezing her nipples hard enough to elicit another cry from her luscious lips. Still blindfolded, she had no idea where my touch would go next, what I would do, but I could feel her wetness soaking my cock as she rode me.
“Dante, I’m about to come,” she moaned, head lolling back as she panted.
She jerked as my palm slapped against her tit. “Not yet. I want you to come with me, baby. Get me there, and then you can,” I growled, taking control of her hips.
I bounced her up and down my cock, filling her so completely until I felt the tremors along her thighs. My lips snagged her nipple, my teeth grazing the sensitive, puckered skin. I was close, so close. Each stroke was hard and fast. I could feel her need, her desire, her hunger as her nails dragged down my chest painfully, leaving behind angry marks as revenge. The feeling of her sliding up and down against my cock, rolling her hips against mine as I played with her body, was better than anything I’d ever fucking done in my life.
“Dante!” Her nails gripped my shoulders, her body tensing.
I held her hips above mine, thrusting up into her with abandon. Her head tipped back, soft lips parting slightly as a low moan echoed around the room. Her dark curls fell like waves down her back, bouncing each time I sank into her. Over and over, I pounded up into her tight little body, feeling my own climax rising to meet hers, until finally, I gave one last thrust. Her body shook beneath my hands as I unloaded my desire into her before she collapsed in my arms.
I waited for the shaking to subside, for my cock to grow soft before I slipped the hand-made blindfold over her head. Sienna blinked up at me, confused and satisfied all at the same time. I couldn’t resist. Catching her mouth, I kissed her once, twice, before gently rolling her over to the side. All she could do was lay there and catch her breath.
“Where are you going?”
I stopped halfway to the bathroom. Glancing over my shoulder, my eyes followed every soft curve of her body splayed out across the covers.
“Go to sleep, Sienna.” I closed the door softly behind me.
ELEVEN
SIENNA
Iwoke the next morning, alone, before the alarm on my phone could even go off. Rolling over, my eyes landed on the empty space beside me, the covers wrinkled and twisted atop the mattress. Last night was…I actually didn’t know how I felt about it. Dante was so completely night and day that sometimes I couldn’t get a good read on him. One minute, he’d be threatening me, and the next, he’d be smiling at a sweet, old lady, charming the shit out of her.