Chapter 10 #2
“I was done,” I hiss. “Let me go, you asshole. I have nothing else to say to you. Oh, and you can take your sorry ass to the couch tonight because there’s no way in hell I’m sleeping next to you.”
“I thought you were leaving.” His lips coil into a devilish smirk, his fingers delving deeper.
“I am. Tomorrow.”
He chuckles low. “Well, if you think I’m going anywhere except my bed, you have me mistaken for someone else, sweetheart.”
His inhales are sharp as his lips sweep past mine. My heart squeezes, taking my lungs with it. I fight the climbing whimper. My body is drunk on the feel of him. My toes curl within the water, and my nipples bead, craving his touch. My breaths grow shallow as his chest rubs over mine.
“I’m sorry,” he says, his gravelly tone lacing through my veins like poison.
My anger begins dissipating, like a candle flickering until it gives out.
“I think we need to start over, because I can’t stand you being mad at me.”
He rotates my body, dragging me to the edge of the pool by the back of my neck. His muscles press up behind me in the water, forcing me to curl over the hard surface with my cheek pressed onto the cold, damp stones.
“If you want me to stop watching you, I will,” he grunts against my neck, his lips flirting with my skin.
His other hand begins climbing up the outskirts of my thigh until his palm reaches my hip, a finger hooking under the thin strap of my black bikini bottom.
“I have cameras all over my property,” he explains. “It’s only a means of protection, baby. I never expected you to be here, in my bed, under my fingertips.”
His hand wanders down to my core, cupping me there, massaging, coaxing the orgasm he’s already set ablaze. I melt into him, forgetting why I was even mad in the first place.
“Why couldn’t you tell me?” I ask with a barely threaded whisper, arousal coating it. “I would’ve at least made sure you only saw my good side.”
A sexy, masculine chuckle falls from his mouth just as two fingers slip my bikini to the side, exposing me. “Every inch of you is your good side, sweetheart.”
I gasp as his fingers slice in between my lips below, rubbing my clit in small, torturous circles.
His men are everywhere, but luckily, none are facing us. Thank God for the music masking whatever is left of my dignity.
My hands fight to hang on to the edge of the pool. The need to cry out, to let him know how good this feels, overwhelms me.
“You liked me watching you, didn’t you, Raquel? You liked knowing I was hard today seeing your naked body after the shower.”
“Yes,” I confess with a whimper, unable to deny it.
I like being dirty with him. I like knowing I can turn him on so easily. It’s empowering.
He rubs my clit faster now, causing me to grasp his thigh with a hand. My nails practically pierce his skin as I fight the astounding need to scream out his name.
“Dante!” I whisper hoarsely. “We can’t do this here. Your people are everywhere.”
“I thought you liked being watched?”
I moan low, my body in a state of craze at the thought of coming with all the men around to hear and see me.
“We can’t.” But I don’t sound sure at all.
“We can. And you will. And you’d better use your inside voice, baby girl, because I won’t be gentle.”
I remember when he said those words to me that first time we met at the bar, and it sets me further on fire.
Two fingers slam hard inside me from the front.
“On second thought…” he groans. “I want you to scream. I want to hear what a little slut you are.”
I bite into my lower lip, barely suppressing the moans from the way he moves inside me, so deep, so hard. And that dirty talk has my pussy convulsing around him. I almost don’t care who hears. I’m so high on emotion, I’d let them all watch me get fucked.
His thumb circles my clit as he thrusts in a hurried pace, his panting hot and heavy on the side of my neck as his mouth taunts me with passionate kisses.
His thick length digs into the small of my back, and knowing he’s hard for me, that I turn this gorgeous man on, is making me want to drop to my knees and watch as every inch of him enters my mouth.
“They know what’s happening,” he warns. “My men know I have my hand on this sweet pussy. I bet they want a taste.”
He fucks me without mercy. Without fear.
“It’s too bad I don’t share.” He curls his fingers deeper, rubbing my G-spot just right, while his dirty words lure the fire from my core.
My body is his to command, to own.
“I should fuck you right on the ground so they can all see how much you love my cock.”
“Dante, please. Faster,” I beg. I can’t take this torture anymore.
He spins me around, lifting me up onto the surface so my back is against the ground and my ass is in the air while my calves wrap around his lower back.
“What are you—oh my God!” I gasp as his fingers slide into me again, the new position even better than the last.
I no longer care who sees me. My mind is somewhere far away, where only he and I exist. He pushes even deeper while my walls tighten around him for survival.
He moves quicker, his eyes clinging on to me. I climb higher, my center throbbing, and with one more slam of his fingers, I come.
“Dante, yes!” I cry, my wild breaths threading in my voice and overshadowing the beat of the melody climbing from the speakers.
His movements slow as I descend from the high, and his fingers reluctantly pull out. His body falls over me, his other hand fisting my hair and yanking me back as his lips capture mine in a brutal kiss.
Biting.
Sucking.
Both of us groaning with pleasure.
Captivated.
He pulls apart only a fraction, growling as he slips the fingers that were just inside me into his mouth and sucks them dry before kissing me again with renewed passion.
Both hands are laced in my hair, tugging, as he angles me and kisses me deeper.
“I think we broke all the terms of your contract,” he rasps around my lips.
“There’s still one left to break,” I sigh, wanting him inside me so badly.
“Then maybe we should go upstairs and see what else we can break.”
I pant, nerves falling into the pit of my stomach as my eyes widen a little.
“We don’t have to if you’re not ready.” He kisses the edge of my lips, and the sensation tingles down my arms. “I have you for three months. There’s plenty of time for that.”
“You sound like you’re more in control than I am,” I huff out.
I want him, but I’m also nervous about it.
He rights himself, allowing me to face him. His hand falls to mine, and our fingers thread together.
“Believe me, I’m not. I’m doing my best to respect you, but I’m not sure how long I have left in me, baby.” He kisses the other side of my lips. “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.”
My chest grows heavy; my heart weighs a million pounds. “Neither have I.”
He cups my cheek, his gaze dripping with emotion as we remain silent, just staring at one another. And my eyes sting with this overwhelming feeling of being connected with someone so strongly.
“Let’s go upstairs and get dry, then have dinner,” he says. “I have a business meeting tonight, and I want to spend a little time with you before I go.”
“Will you be gone all night?”
Please say no.
I want his arms around me while I drift off to sleep. They make me feel safe for once.
“I might be.”
“Oh.” I glance down, unable to hide the disappointment.
“Hey…” He tilts my face up with a finger. “But I promise not to get shot tonight.” He winks.
“That’d be nice. And I hope you’ve been taking your antibiotics. Don’t make me count them.”
“I promise.” He salutes me. “I’ve been a good little boy, listening to my sexy doctor.”
“Shut up.” I swat him playfully with a jerk of my lips.
He clenches his jaw and pulls in a deep breath. “You do that again, and I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”
I gasp, swallowing the sudden lump in my throat.
I want you to, I’d like to say.
But I keep the words to myself, knowing that once I sleep with him, I’ll only want him more.
But I know it’ll happen soon. I just have to figure out a way not to fall in love with him when these three months are up. I need to keep my heart locked away somewhere he can’t find it.
My body is all I’ll let him have.