Chapter 12 #3
She wets her lips with the tip of her tongue in a nervous action. “You asked me to choose.” She blushes. “I want to use condoms.”
“The pill.”
She gapes. “Excuse me?”
“I’ll get you the pill.”
“But you said—”
“I’ve changed my mind. I want to feel every inch of you with nothing between us. I want to see my cum leaking from your pussy each time I’ve fucked you raw and filled you to the brim.”
Her tone holds an accusation. “You said I could choose.”
“You took too long. Now I’ve decided.”
“I… You—”
“You hate me? I’m a monster?” I cup her pussy. “But you like it when I fuck you like a monster, don’t you?”
“I—”
She doesn’t get another lie out before I slam my lips on hers, stealing the kiss I said I wouldn’t.
Although, this isn’t a soft, caring kiss.
This isn’t a gesture of affection. It’s as brutal as it’s carnal, mouths clashing and teeth cutting…
tongues tangling. I claim her mouth like I’ve claimed her pussy—rough and without holding back.
She’s wet. I can feel her arousal through her underwear and leggings. I slip my hand into her panties, groaning as my fingers brush over her slick, naked flesh.
She mumbles something into my mouth, a protest, but when I pinch her clit before rolling the nub between my fingers, she comes undone. I tear my mouth from hers and spin her around before I’m tempted to soften the kiss and steal something she doesn’t want to give away.
Pressing one hand between her shoulder blades, I pin her in place and rip her leggings with her panties down her thighs with my free hand. She catches her weight on her palms, her fingers clamped on the edge of the dryer.
“Touch yourself,” I instruct as I unzip and take out my cock. “Get yourself ready.”
I’m too far gone for foreplay. The need to claim her is buzzing through my veins. The urge to get inside her is too big to control or contain.
When she shakes her head, I take her wrist and move her hand between her legs. She holds it there limply. I kick her legs apart and keep them open with a thigh. Then I cup her hand in mine and manipulate her fingers, using them to rub her clit.
“Dante,” she gasps.
“That’s right.” I press harder. “Repeat that. Say my name.”
She’s so wet I can barely think straight.
“Dante, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” I enter her with a single thrust from behind. “You will.”
Her body arches toward me. Threading my fingers through her soft hair, I close my hand in a fist and use the longs strands like a rope to tug her face up and sideways so I can see her expression.
I pull her hand from between her legs, inviting another gasp as I use her own hand to spank her clit.
“You like that, don’t you?”
She mewls.
“Go on. Do it again, darling.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t.”
“Let me show you.”
I spank her again and again, our hands working in tandem.
When I rub her fingers in circles around her clit, she comes so hard on my cock that I’m locked inside her, knotting her like an animal.
Her beautiful green eyes are glazed over.
She pants out her orgasm, saying my name like a plea.
I don’t think she’s conscious of doing it, of begging me to make it better when the pleasure gets unbearable.
I lean over her. “Do you want the ring? We can size it so you can wear it. I can have the tooth set so you can hang it like a charm on a gold chain. I’ll fucking kill for you, Tatiana, over and over again.”
“No,” she exclaims, shivering beneath me.
She tries to pry her hand away, but I don’t let up. Her arousal coats our fingers, proof that we want the same thing. I want her to say it.
“What do you want, Tatiana?”
She purses her lips.
I tug on her hair, willing her to admit the truth. “Do you want my kiss?”
She meets my gaze, hers full of defiance.
“Or is that too soft for you? Would you rather I take you hard? Is it pain you want? Do you prefer my cock in your ass rather than your cunt?”
She stills.
My promise is dark, the temptation depraved. “It will hurt.”
Her pupils dilate. She tries to look away, but I hold fast.
I bend over her and nip her earlobe before whispering more wicked words in her ear. “I can come in your ass instead of your pussy. We never made it that far before. Then again, we never moved as fast as we’re doing now.”
She watches me with ire, but animosity isn’t the only emotion that sparks in her eyes. There’s also curiosity and excitement.
The glossy curls of her hair are like silk in my fist. I massage her scalp where I pulled on the roots before letting the long strands slip through my fingers.
She shivers when I trace the delicate line of her spine. I go slowly, but I don’t stop when I reach her lower back. I continue down the crack of her ass until I reach her back entrance.
Applying a little pressure with the pad of my thumb, I give her a foretaste of what it will feel like if this is the route she decides to go. I keep the touch constant but light, teasing her with the promise of sensations she’s never experienced.
From the uncertainty passing over her features, I’m pretty damn sure this first will also be mine, but I have to be sure.
Pressing a little harder, I hover on the verge of splitting her open. “Have you ever taken a cock in your ass?”
Goosebumps run over her skin. She shakes her head, and I’ll be damned if satisfaction doesn’t heat my blood.
“Good girl.” I move my thumb down to where our fingers are cupping her clit and gather the slickness spilling around my cock where it’s still buried to the hilt inside her.
Using her arousal as lubrication, I press my thumb against her back entrance again but like I mean it this time.
“This is what it’s going to feel like, only fuller.
” I break through the tight barrier of muscles with a quick, decisive movement.
She gasps and arches her back, moving away from the stimulation first and then closer as she leans into the touch and takes me deeper.
“Are you sure, darling?” My question holds a dare. “It’s not too late to turn back. Say the word, and I’ll worship your body like the fragile, beautiful piece of art it is. I can be gentle like, if you’re honest, you really want me to be.”
She glares at me. “Do it.”
My girl is truly a masochist. Or maybe she doesn’t want me to see that I’m right. She’s so different from how she used to be I sometimes think she’s not the same person I met. But I take it. I’ll take her any way she is, now and in the future.
Keeping her hand pinned between her legs, I pull out and stroke myself until precum leaks from the tip. “Keep your hand there until I say you can move.”
I drag the crest through her folds, gathering more of her slick arousal. She shivers again as I spread her open with my hands on her ass cheeks and carefully position my cock.
“Rub your clit. It’ll be easier.”
She does so reluctantly but goes completely still when I angle my hips and start to apply pressure. I penetrate her hard and fast with just the crown, breaching the tight ring of muscles to get the worst over with.
“Dan—”
I slam a hand over her mouth to contain her scream. I don’t give a fuck if Jazz hears, but Noah may be back in the house.
She doesn’t fight me as I slide deeper. She stretches her free arm over the dryer and clutches the edge as if she could dig her nails into the metal.
I fuck her ass slowly and meticulously, making sure I don’t tear her.
Using my free hand, I curl my fingers over hers until both our middle fingers part her pussy.
Pumping a few times, I show her the pace.
As soon as she gets the rhythm, I pull away, letting her fuck herself with her finger so I can focus on her clit.
All it takes is one more thrust into her tight ass, and I come. The pleasure is so intense that I’m locked in place, unable to move any part of my body except the hand I use to roll her clit between my fingers.
She screams out another orgasm behind my hand, biting down on my palm as she comes.
When I pull out, she collapses beneath me, her body pinned under mine and her hand trapped between her legs.
Using one of the towels, I clean her before adjusting her clothes. I shove my cock back into my pants and zip up. The towel, I chuck straight into the trashcan. I’ll buy the owner a new set for the whole house. Then, despite Tatiana’s protest, I pick her up in my arms and carry her upstairs.
“What are you doing?” she asks in alarm.
“Shower.”
“No.” She squirms in my hold. “This isn’t my house.”
“We’ll have it at the hotel.”
“No,” she says again.
I stop at the top of the stairs. “You’re only punishing yourself by not allowing me to take care of you.
Shoving me away before my dick is even cold after your cunt warmed it doesn’t change the fact that it’s been buried so deep inside you that you’ll feel me between your legs and in your ass until tomorrow. ”
She pushes on my chest, a silent request for me to lower her to her feet. When I do so, she scrambles away from me.
I go after her. “I’m not going anywhere. The sooner you get used to having me back in your life, the better it’ll be for you.”
“What do you want from me, Dante?” She clutches a fistful of her T-shirt over her heart. “What we had is dead. You killed it when you betrayed me. No matter what you do, we’ll never go back to how it used to be. You should just take my shares and let me go.”
I advance on her, ignoring the way she backtracks until the wall stops her.
“What do I want?” I stare into her mesmerizing eyes, drowning in their sadness and in the intoxicating sweet smell of her skin as I deliver the answer without sugarcoating it.
“Everything.” I go closer still, trapping her against the wall, and it’s still not close enough.
“I want every single fucking thing—every moan you utter in ecstasy, every tear you shed in pain, every smile you don’t want to show me, and every breath you take until you blow out your last. That, darling, is what I want. ”
Her anger vanishes until only that strange grief of earlier is left. “Then you’ll wait a long time. You can take away my freedom, but you’ll never own me. I won’t allow you to break me.”
Leaning one hand on the wall next to her head, I cup her chin in the other so that my fingers are splayed over her pale cheeks. “You’ll break, Tatiana. Even the strongest of men do when I’m finished with them.”
She pushes off the wall, putting her body flush against mine. “I’m not going to say give it your best shot because I’m sure you’ve already started. All I can say is good luck.”
The smile that curves my lips serves as a warning. “Oh, I haven’t gotten started yet. Not even close.”
She ducks under my arm and sidesteps me. “I have work to do.”
“Go ahead. Run. Let’s see how far that’ll get you.”
She spins around and does exactly that, running even as she pretends to be walking. But her normal steps and forced slow pace don’t fool me. Inside her head, she’s running as fast as she can, mistakenly believing she can outrun the monster like before.
I’ve learned from my mistakes. She’ll never escape me again. Of that, I’ll make sure. If she walks away from me now, it’s only because I allow her to do so. The power she may think she has is nothing but an illusion of my own making.