Chapter 10 #2
His left hand is on my ass, holding me still. The right hand is skimming back up my thigh all the way to my core. He doesn’t hesitate, just blazes a path straight to my pussy and pushes two fingers roughly inside.
I arch up, gasping, fluttering over the intrusion. The pain gives way to a throbbing and a gush of arousal.
His nose presses against my clit—I jolt, another gush of arousal seeps out. His nose slides upward, and his tongue flattens over my clit. He leaves it there, pressing against me, leaving it throbbing in tandem with my pussy around his fingers inside me.
His fingers are inside me.
I sink my teeth into my lower lip at the risk of saying something and breaking his rule.
My left foot is still connected to the ground, the leg shaking, and my mind is going haywire with all the different stimulations.
Every heartbeat is magnified like a drum beat in my ears.
I don’t know when I stopped breathing, but the air is trapped inside my lungs and my body is on fire.
He swirls his tongue around my clit, getting it wet, and then sucks it into his mouth just as his fingers curl inside and begin stroking my front wall.
Tension engulfs me. My nails score the door.
I jerk. He tightens his hold, trapping me.
It’s too much stimulation. I can’t take it.
He’s not giving me a choice.
A choking sound escapes me. I suck air in choppy pants, and my body pitches into freefall as sweet climactic waves rip through me.
A cry of pleasure feels like it is ejected from my lungs, one I have no control over.
I clamp my hand over my mouth, my legs going weak as my pussy continues to spark through a climax that just keeps going on.
DANTE
Her twitching and whimpering finally break through the craze that grips me. My dick is hammering painfully behind the zipper of my pants. The urge to claim her fully, to sink into her wet heat and make her mine is like an incendiary under my skin.
Taking my fingers out of her hot, clenching pussy is a challenge only overcome by stuffing them into my mouth so I can suck the last of her taste off. No pussy has the right to taste this good, like my demise, and my salvation all rolled into one.
In that instant, I know I’m going to be reckless for this woman. An admission I feel ought to scare me more than it does.
I lower her leg and help her put her foot back into her panties and her yoga pants and pull them up, taking the temptation out of my sight. Then I collect her missing shoe from where I tossed it and help her put it back on.
How long have we been here? I wasn’t looking to get offed today—nor to throw her onto the resulting fire.
I swipe a hand through my hair as I rise to my feet. She won’t meet my eyes—I tip her chin until she does. Her teeth are worrying on her lower lip, and her eyes are glassy with lust.
My lips tug up. “You look beautiful after you’ve just come. If you were mine, I’d keep this look on you all day, every day.”
Her expressive eyes go from hopeful to wary. My smile drops. That look tells me things I wish it didn’t: that she wants me still, that she was hoping to be saved, and, finally, that she realizes I’m not the hero in this story.
That I’m merely an asshole putting his hands on something that doesn’t belong to him, taking my pleasure carelessly.
“Hey?” I cup her chin, holding it steady when she tries to turn away.
The sigh I exhale feels like it comes all the way from my gut.
“You’re so fucking sweet, Carmela. You deserve better than to be mauled against a door by a man who will only take and give you nothing in return…
If you were mine, I’d have taken the time.
But you’re not, and this is all I’ve got.
I’d like to say I’ll never do this again, that I will leave you the fuck alone.
But that would be a lie. I want your firsts.
All of them. I’m going to be putting my hands on you again and claiming each and every one, whatever the risks or consequences. ”
Her lower lip quivers and tears pool in her eyes.
“You’re wrong,” she says, surprising me with the vehemency lacing her tone. She blinks the tears away. Her chin juts a little, and defiance flashes in her eyes. “You didn’t only take.”
A smile curls my lips. “I do have something else for you that doesn’t involve removing your clothes. Something I brought with me, on a whim.”
I pull the necklace out of my pocket—a simple heart-shaped pink diamond pendant. I’ve looked at it countless times, both before and after I was told she was marrying someone else.
I hold it in front of her eyes where she can see.
She gasps, her eyes flashing to mine, confused, hopeful, and confused again.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
“Dante?” She catches my hands when I go to put it around her neck.
“You’re wearing it.”
“What if he asks?” the words come out in a whisper and wary returns to her eyes.
I feel fucking feral that she would deny me.
“This is not open to negotiation. Lie for me. Tell him your father gave it to you, or your mother did. Tell him you bought it for yourself. I don’t fucking care.
This goes on, and it stays on, understood?
” I’m being a dick, and I couldn’t give a fuck.
I want something of mine against her skin all day, every day. “It will be our little secret.”
Uncertainty replaces the wariness, but she releases my wrists and lifts her hair, tuning in the small gap I’ve left between us, so I can put it on.
When she turns back, I feel something primal take root as I see the pretty pink diamond nestled in the hollow of her throat.
Mine.
I don’t know how the fuck it’s going to happen, but somehow it will.
“I need to leave.”
She nods, although there’s a fresh glisten in her eyes. She looks too fucking young and vulnerable, and it’s destroying me, but I have to be smart about this, or we will both fucking die.
So I do the first sensible thing I’ve done since she knocked on the door; I check my cell phone, finding a message waiting from one of Ettore’s lackeys telling me our boss is busy and will reschedule for tomorrow… which is a relief. I’m definitely not up for a conversation with him right now.
“Take care, Carmela. I will see you as soon as I can.”
I steal one last kiss, then I open the door and step out, closing it quietly behind me.
My eyes narrow on my brother. “What the fuck are you doing out here?”
“What do you think?” he says cheerfully, pushing away from the wall opposite the door. “Watching your back, asshole. You’re fucking gone for her and not thinking straight. Anyone could have walked past. A thank you would be nice.”
“Thank you,” I concede.
I start walking toward the front door, and Christian falls in step beside me.
“Well, alright then. You know her sister is a nosy brat and is in the kitchen right down the hall. I swear she knows more shit than I do. Keeping a lid on this won’t be easy. Also, the kid fucking loathes Ettore and isn’t shy about announcing it whenever he’s not around.”
I smile. “Yes, I’m aware Jessica is a free thinker.”
“Even if she heard anything, she won’t tell Ettore… So, how did she taste?”
I do a double-take before a chuckle bubbles up. “You deduced I went down on her, how?”
He holds his hand up and begins ticking off his fingers. “No repetitive banging. No sounds from you at all. Then she screamed like you just exorcised her soul.”
I shake my head, although I can’t find it in me to give a fuck that he heard. “Did you get off on listening?”
We reach the front door and come to a collective stop.
“I’ll be jacking off to the memory. Now. Tell me how she tastes, asshole, I need to know.”
“Like sweet, young pussy.”
Christian smirks. “Later, brother.”
He stays there, and I step outside.
I’m whistling as I head back to my car. I don’t know why the fuck I’m whistling. I’m probably going to be dead in an hour.
Maybe Christian isn’t the only member of our family with the crazy gene, after all.