“Open your eyes,” Dante growled. “Look in the mirror when I’m fucking you.”
I did. The sight that greeted me was almost enough to tip me over the edge. My breasts bounced with each thrust, and my eyes were glassy with lust and unshed tears as he wrung every ounce of pleasure from me. An endless stream of moans and whimpers poured from my half-open mouth.
I didn’t look like the good, respectable girl I’d been raised to be.
I looked wanton and needy and ravished beyond comprehension.
My gaze locked with Dante’s in the mirror.
“You like this?” he taunted. “Watching me wreck your pussy while you make a mess all over my cock?”
My lungs couldn’t get enough oxygen for me to respond with anything other than a strangled noise.
The fucking was too intense, and all I wanted was for him to keep going. To push me further and further until I crashed over the cliff looming ahead.
“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” His voice turned harsh. “You”—thrust—”are”—thrust—”my”—thrust—”wife.”
The force of his fucking increased with each word until the last plunge pitched me forward. If not for his hold, I would’ve collapsed on the floor.
“I’m not...your wife yet,” I managed over the thundering of my heart.
Dante’s grip tightened around my throat. “Maybe not,” he said darkly. “But youaremine. You asked if it was still just business…” He dragged his cock out slowly, letting me feel every inch of him, before slamming it back in. Electric sensations shot through me, turning my body into a live wire. “Does this feel like business?”
No, it didn’t.
It felt like hope.
It felt like desire.
It felt like ruin and salvation all in one.
Dante’s pace slowed, but the power in each thrust remained vicious. Still, his next words contained a shadow of vulnerability that took what was left of my breath away.
“You don’t know what you do to me.” The rawness of his voice matched the desire in his eyes—dark and fathomless and so visceral I felt it in my bones.
It was that look and those words, spoken in that voice, that finally tipped me over the edge.
I came with a sharp cry, my body shuddering around his. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me until we were both spent and gasping for air.
We held on to each other, our breaths gradually evening in unison as we came down from our highs.
“Look at us,mia cara.” Dante’s soft command brushed against my skin.
I did.
Our reflections stared back at us, dazed and slick with sweat. His arms wrapped around me from behind, and his cheek pressed against mine as our gazes connected in the mirror.
Something that was both ache and fullness tugged at my heart.
What we’d had wasn’t soft, emotional sex, at least not on the surface. But beneath the rough hands and filthy words, a storm of emotions had blown through and upended our entire relationship.
Six months of pent-up frustration, lust, anger, and everything in between, all unleashed in one night.
I wouldn’t know the aftermath until morning.
But I knew there was no going back to the way things used to be.
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