Chapter 20
DANTE
I ’m going to lose it: my sanity and my fucking head, in more ways than one.
Then a single tear trickles down her cheek.
It breaks me. She breaks me. It’s like somebody just tossed me over a cliff, and my body is lying on the rocks, all twisted and bleeding.
“I’m sorry.” The words are pushed past my raw throat and barely adequate to encapsulate what I feel.
Her face softens, and she shakes her head. “It’s not your fault.”
“I’m still fucking sorry.”
Her chest heaves at my sharp tone. I can feel her pulse thudding underneath my fingers. I should let her go. Step away. Leave this fucking room before I do something stupid.
Only I can’t. My brain has been hijacked, and I’m not in control of this anymore.
Christian, this was a really bad idea.
Her hand reaches to cup my cheek, her eyes tracking the passage. “I’m sorry he did this to you, too.”
I’d almost forgotten about what happened to me. I can’t even feel my aching ribs with all the adrenaline pounding through me.
“That’s not your fault,” I echo her words.
I want to know what he took… What he took that belonged to me. I lean in—my lips against her temple. I’m shaking. Not even when those bastards had me up against the wall, making me bleed, did I feel this helpless. “Tell me.”
“No.”
“Tell me what the fuck he did,” I snarl.
“Why?” she says. “What good will it do? It’s not like either of us can do anything about it… I’m still a virgin.”
My chest compresses painfully.
“He didn’t take that,” she whispers. “Don’t let him take that.”
Her words send me spinning. What she’s telling me and what she doesn’t, leaving me to infer. She doesn’t want to say it. But in my gut, I already know. If someone were to put a gun in my hand, I’d walk straight into the reception and shoot the bastard in the head, consequences be damned.
“Please, Dante. Please give me this. I should have thrown your necklace away. I know I should. I tried to. It was the right thing to do if I want to survive. Only I couldn’t.
I told him my mother gave it to me. That it was special to me.
I used Mama’s name. I would have said anything.
Anything at all to keep it. Because it came from you. ”
I’m gone. There isn’t a rational thought left in my mind as my lips slam down over hers. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me in closer as she opens to the kiss.
Did he kiss her?
Or did he just take his pleasure?
A low growl escapes me as I wrench my lips from hers. I’m panting. I should bring this madness to a stop. She deserves so much better than this. If she were mine, I’d have spread her out on a bed and shown her so much pleasure she’d forget other men exist.
But I’m a man on the edge. We don’t have the time or the luxury of being gentle or slow.
The truth? I don’t have it in me either way.
CARMELA
“Dante, what?—”
He doesn’t let me finish. Fisting my arm, he shoves me up against the door. My heart jumps. His face is a savage mask, and his eyes are so empty they remind me of Christian’s.
My pussy clenches and a whimper of pure need escapes my lips, swallowed as his mouth slants over mine again. The kiss is electric short-circuiting the commonsense part of my brain. His tongue sweeps inside, tasting me.
I taste him back, arching up, begging him silently for more.
“I’m going to hell,” he growls against my lips before he sucks sharp kisses down my throat. There is danger here, more of it than my shattered soul can process.
He palms my breast roughly through my gown, his lips blazing a trail upward again, kissing me, swallowing the nonsense sounds that might be protests or encouragement that spill from my lips.
His knee wedges between my legs. His hand is on my heavy silk skirts, dragging them up until his palm settles over my core. I feel hot there, urgent; just the sensation of his hand against me, separated by a thin layer of silk, makes my pussy squeeze with need.
Another door.
Another time.
His mouth on me there.
I’d wrongly presumed it might be a precursor to change. That he wanted me, that he would save me. Only now do I realize that nobody can. All I have is this: stolen moments and then just the memories of them.
He drags his lips from mine and pins me with a look, both of us breathing heavily. “Tell me to fuck you.”
“Please,” I beg.
He pushes my panties aside and spears two fingers inside me.
I groan, letting my head fall back against the door
“Are you going to come for me?”
“Please, yes.”
“You’re dripping, Carmela,” he says, scissoring his fingers inside me. “For me. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
I can’t get enough air to answer him. I stop trying when he begins to pump his fingers roughly, the pad of his thumb against my clit. Tension invades my body. I’m teetering on the brink of a climax when he pulls his fingers out and shoves them into my mouth.
“Taste yourself. Taste how addictive you are.”
I do, groaning. His dark eyes turn black as he watches me licking myself from his fingers.
He pulls them out, trailing a wet smear down my chin before his lips claim mine again and his tongue sweeps inside, tasting me that way before he hoists me up the door.
Instinctively, I wrap my arms and legs around him.
His labored breathing is against my ear.
“Such a good fucking girl. All ready to be fucked.” He fumbles between us, loosening his belt…
My dress is going to be screwed up and my makeup destroyed, I realize a little mindlessly.
“You’re going to take me, Carmela. Every inch of me.
I’m going to ruin your pussy. Leave you aching where I’ve been. ”
I jolt as his cock nudges my clit before sliding the length of my pussy. The thick head snags my entrance, stretching me as he sinks a small way in, leaving me throbbing and clenching. Eager. Terrified. “Oh, God.”
“You’re tight, baby. This is going to hurt some, but I don’t have the time for finesse.”
He thrusts up just as he loosens his hold and impales himself deep in my core, and like he anticipates my cry, he clamps his palm over my mouth.
Tears spring from the back of my eyes. The stingy pinching sensation morphs into sweet, achy pressure and absolute fullness. My groan is smothered by his palm.
“Hush, that’s my good girl. You wouldn’t want your husband and all the nice wedding guests to find out what you’re doing in the powder room.”
My pussy clenches almost painfully around his thick length, and a louder groan is trapped behind his hand.
He flexes his hips, and somehow, there is even more of him inside me.
God help me. I need a moment.
He begins to pound into me, deep, hefty thrusts that shoot sparks the length of my channel and throbbing clit. I’m flying, looking down upon myself getting fucked against a powder room door, as Dante so eloquently stated, while my husband and hundreds of wedding guests are a short distance away.
Christian put me here. Christian, who fucking hates me, who gets off on me slapping him and wears the mark left behind like a badge of honor.
He set this up just like last time.
He’s probably outside, standing guard.
I groan into Dante’s hand. Christian being near, aware of what Dante is doing to me, sets a firestorm erupting under my skin. My stomach cramps. Dante is too deep. I can’t breathe around his hand.
He shifts the angle and the next thrust has me seeing stars.
“That’s it, come for me, baby. Come right now all over my cock.”
My whole body is trembling, and my legs are shaking violently where they are wrapped around him when the first shock wave hits. My pussy begins convulsing around his cock as it pistons in and out.
“That’s my good fucking girl.” He nips my ear lobe, his breathing a ragged pant that casts an otherworldly quality over the moment.
I feel like he is exorcising my soul as another deeper set of contractions tear through me. His strokes turn erratic, pounding into me even harder.
My body is confused, my mind more so. I feel too much pleasure. I feel almost numb. My heart is drumming wildly in my chest.
He slams deep, a groan of pleasure close to my ear as a hot flood fills me intimately and shoots raw pleasure through my core.
I cling to him with the last of my strength, feeling his cum filling me and his cock pulsing and jerking deep inside.
The sense of connection is profound: me, him, his body inside mine, his seed filling me and dripping out. Our two hearts beating and our breaths mingling.
We hang out of time.
A brief, perfect, crazy moment.
Then reality leeches through the hazy glow and the enormity of what I’ve done crashes into me.