Dante noticed, watching my reactions as keenly as ever. He rubbed his thumb over the tight bud and pinched, sending sparks pinging down to my core. My inner muscles contracted, aching to be filled.
For Luca to fill me, to drive into me and mark me with his cum.
“This is your chance to sayno,” Dante gritted out, clearly straining to hold himself back. He tugged on my nipple and spoke over my sharp gasp. “I swore that I wouldn’t force myself on you. I won’t break my word. But I need you, Nora.”
The feverish desperation that sharpened his blood-splattered, beautiful features called to something deep inside me. He’d never been more vulnerable with me. He’d never made himself vulnerable at all. Even in his possessive frenzy, he paused to ask for my consent. He’d done so many other wicked things to my body, but he’d kept this one promise.
He’d kept all his promises so far.
And acquiescing to him meant that I could feel Luca inside me again.
“Yes,” I whispered, a thread of fear making my voice tremble.
I’d just agreed to let the monster claim me.
Before I could regret what I’d done, Dante grabbed my waist. He wrenched me away from Luca and tossed me onto the bed.
Luca lunged for me, his hands grasping the robe that barely covered me. He ripped it away with powerful jerks of his arms, tearing at the delicate fabric like a beast.
Alarm should’ve shuddered through me, but desire pulsed in my veins instead.
Yes, this was what I wanted: for my husband to possess me completely.
Beneath his civilized veneer, he was savage and greedy for me. The blood on his hands streaked my bare skin, a crimson promise that I was safe from my enemy, protected.
His fingers sank into my thighs, spreading my legs wide so that he could study my sex. His nostrils flared when he saw the wetness that’d begun to coat my lower lips. Arousal burned through me, and my core fluttered with the need to be taken by him.
There was no further preparation, no slow seduction. He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my front, dragging me up onto my knees. He freed his cock and entered me in one brutal thrust. I cried out at twinge of pain as he ruthlessly stretched me, forcing my body to accommodate him. When he’d entered me to the hilt, he paused. His fingers flexed into my waist with bruising force as he struggled to rein himself in, to allow me to adjust and accept him fully.
Dante appeared before me, his naked body towering over me. In the brutal minute that Luca had spent ravaging me, he’d stripped off his clothes. His powerful body filled my vision. I noted the two white bandages that covered the places where he’d shielded me from the Russians’ bullets: one on his left upper arm and the other at his opposite shoulder. My gaze raked over his rippling abs before dropping to his hard cock. It strained toward my lips, which were parted on quick, panting breaths as my body struggled to take Luca.
“Look at me,” Dante commanded, voice rough with his own need.
I stared up into his chiseled face, stunned by his feral beauty. With the blood of my enemy splattered across his sharp, hungry features, he looked like my personal avenging angel.
My core pulsed, and my inner muscles eased around Luca as a fresh wash of arousal coated my thighs.
He brought his cock to my mouth, rubbing the slick head over my lips to paint them with his precum. He pressed forward, and I opened for him, willingly allowing him into my body.
Luca pulled back, his cock dragging over my g-spot. Pleasure thrummed through me, and my lips closed around Dante’s shaft. A low moan eased from my chest at the erotic slide of his cock over my tongue, mirrored by Luca’s slow thrust into my pussy.
Dante’s hand sank into my hair, gripping me tight as he cursed.
“Make her moan again,” he ordered Luca.
My husband drove into me, hard and fast. Pain edged my pleasure, and I cried out around Dante’s cock.
He growled and pressed deeper, a slow penetration that claimed every inch of my mouth. He hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. His fingers tightened in my hair, and he pulled back until his cockhead touched my lips. Mindlessly, I swirled my tongue around him, stimulating my sensitive nerve endings. The act felt decadent, and pleasure shuddered through me.
A sting bloomed on my bottom when Luca spanked me hard before thrusting back into me. I whimpered around Dante, and he massaged my scalp in reward.
“Good girl,” Luca praised.
He hadn’t said those words to me since Dante had taken me. Hearing them was like taking a hit of my favorite drug, and I groaned in soul-deep pleasure.
Dante cursed again and pushed deeper. When he hit the back of my throat this time, I relaxed, suppressing my gag reflex.
“Keep talking to her,” he bit out. “Tell her how good she is.”