“Come here, Sienna.” His voice sharpened into a low growl. There was that predatory look on his face, the one that told me I shouldn’t resist. That I couldn't.
Slowly, I walked over, stopping just before him. He reached out, pulling me to his lap, burying his face between my neck and shoulder. It was his touch that broke me. That undid all the fury and resentment I’d been feeling towards him the past few weeks. His fingers skimmed along my arms and stomach, as gentle as butterfly wings. It was so different from how he’d touched me before, but even then, I could feel what he was barely controlling. His hands shook, and his lips trembled against my neck.
“You brought another man into our business, Sienna,” he murmured. “That I can’t forgive.”
I bristled, the soft feelings receding instantly. “That’s all you have to say to me?” I tried to stand, but his arms locked around my waist. “After all this, that’s what you tell me? You want to talk about your jealousy?”
His lashes fluttered, giving me that look I knew was a warning. “Should I just forget that part?”
“You left me,” I snapped. “You disappeared in the morning like I was just a one-night stand. It’s unforgivable. And instead of addressing that, you want to make this about bringing another man into our business when it isn’t even like that?”
The grip on my waist tightened. “What am I supposed to think when my wife ambushes me with another guy?” he growled. “With no warning, I might add.”
“Well, you might have had some warning if you’d actually been there,” I seethed. How fucking dare he?
We glared at each other, the heat between us rising. I was nearly too furious to even argue at this point. Too angry to acknowledge his idiotic feelings. He didn’t even flinch. Didn’t back down. His stubbornness rose up to meet mine.
“You are mine,” he said finally. “I’ve made that perfectly clear before. And yes, I left. I had to. But now?” His hand moved to my stomach. “Now there’s no way I will ever leave you again.”
My breath caught in my throat. “You better not. Or I fucking swear I’ll make you regret it.”
“Is that a promise?” His head tilted, lips grazing mine. Any response I had on the tip of my tongue disappeared as he kissed me.
There was nothing gentle about his touch now. Those hands tugged my sweater off in one swift movement, tossing it to the floor before yanking my legs around his hips. My fingers dragged along the bottom of his shirt, sparks igniting at my fingertips as they brushed against his skin. He didn’t wait for me, pulling his shirt off and letting it fall beside mine. My eyes traveled the length of his chest, following the new scars that still clung to his skin, my fingers tracing them as if they were words on a page. The story of what he’s been through these past couple of weeks. He watched as I bent down, my lips following my fingers over each new mark, each new line drawn across his body. His muscles tensed beneath my touch.
“I can’t do this alone,” I whispered, catching his chin between my fingers. “You cannot leave me again.”
His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my mouth back to his. I sighed, pressing against him, my body knowing every inch, every hard line of his. I could already feel his desire between us, hard and throbbing with need. Yanking my leggings down around my thighs, he flipped us over, pulling them off the rest of the way, never breaking the kiss. Never stopping.
And when he did pull away, he pinned me with a gaze so open, so heartbreakingly vulnerable, that it stole whatever breath I had left. His thumb grazed my lips, tracing down my neck and between my breasts. They skimmed the soft curve of my bra, sending goosebumps along my skin.
“I promise. I will never leave you alone ever again.” I closed my eyes, feeling the deep timbre of his voice roll through me. “A woman like you should never be left behind.”
I gasped as his fingers slipped over the soft fabric of my panties. His thumb circled the hardening nub at my core, the friction of the material and the pressure of his touch already too much for me to handle. I’d missed this, even if I wouldn’t admit it to him. His middle finger teased me, brushing against the wet slip of cloth, tantalizing me, lighting the fire with a single spark.
I guessed it was too much for him as well. There was a ripping sound before the black lace fell away, before I felt his bare fingers plunging into my already wet pussy. He didn’t even start slow. Claiming my mouth once again, he plunged in before pulling out entirely, his thumb slipping over my clit each time. My hips jerked up, begging for more.
Propping himself up on one arm, he nuzzled my neck. “You will never be alone, Sienna.” He kissed down to my shoulder, his fingers still playing along my slit. “I want this—you—for the rest of my fucking life.” A second finger joined the first, stretching me, filling me so completely. I let my fingers tangle in his hair, pressing his lips against mine.
When he finally pulled away, I was gasping, the need practically pleading for release. But it was only a second before his pants joined mine, before I feel the tip of his cock sliding along my wet slit, eager and wanting. He teased me a bit there, enjoying the soft whimpers I couldn’t hold back.
And then he sunk into me, sighing. His head fell against my shoulder as he buried himself inside of me, arms trembling. “God, I fucking missed this. I missed your tight cunt.” I gasped, back arching as my body tried to accommodate his girth. It really had been a while.
Usually, words like that would piss me off. But coming from him, they sent sharp thrills down my spine, sparking in the pit of my stomach. I kissed him hungrily. His hands slid along my back, popping the hooks of my bra free before tossing it away. Without missing a beat, his hot mouth latched onto my nipple. I fell back against the mattress, closing my eyes. There was nothing in this world but his cock in my pussy and his mouth on my nipple, nipping at it before smoothing the hurt with the pad of his tongue.
“I know you want an apology. I know I hurt you.” I didn’t want to listen to his words just now. I just wanted him.
He slid out, lifting just enough to keep the tip inside as he held himself above me. I tried to pull him back, tried to force him inside again. I felt empty, wanting. Slowly, he took my hands, pinning them above my head. I stared up at him, questioningly.
“Let me show you just how sorry I really am.”
9
DANTE
Islowly pulled out of her, never looking away from those eyes that had captured me since the first time I saw them. Her perfect lips parted slightly as if to protest, but I caught her mouth in mine, silencing her. I knew what she wanted, what she needed. And I was going to give it to her.
My tongue and lips spelled out everything I wasn’t able to say. I kissed and licked my way down her neck, across her collarbones, and over the curve of her breasts. Her nails dug into my shoulders as her eyes closed. My hands slid along her thighs as I made my way down to her stomach, breathing in the scent of her skin. I knew she was already wet for me. The evidence was still glistening on the shaft of my cock. But I didn’t want this to be a quick fuck. I wanted to worship her. To show her what she really meant to me.