Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DANTE
Rev took me on a perfectly nice date.
I mean, I had a gut feeling he would, but fuck… he didn’t even ask to come inside my house. Did I succeed in pushing him away? It couldn’t be that easy, could it?
Maybe I am awful to be around.
Chest tightening, I peek out my window into his bedroom. His window is cracked open, but it’s still pitch-black inside his home. I wouldn’t be surprised if he went on the hunt for someone actually willing to get him off.
Someone perfectly agreeable, unlike me.
I throw myself down on my bed. I’m not catching feels. I don’t want that shit.
Determined to sleep away my frustration, I shut my eyes. Only, my brain tells me there are enemies outside the house, seeking to gain entry. Dark figures in scary masks holding weapons. Some of them barge into Rev’s home, slinking up the stairs to raise guns at his head—
Panic jerks me upright. My skin is cold and clammy as I rush to my window and scan the street for enemies.
You’re being stupid. No one is out there.
I push out a long breath, wishing this cycle of fear would end.
Even though I can see Rev’s truck and bike parked in front of his house, my heart rate won’t settle. Not until I have proof that he’s okay.
I shove my bare feet into an old pair of sneakers and grab my knife before climbing out my window.
Dropping into the alley, I move over to his fire escape ladder.
Hairs rise on the back of my neck as I wrap my hands around the chilled metal.
It’s a different awareness than when Rev’s watching me.
There’s no excitement. No thrill behind it.
This feels like death stalking me.
My heart kicks faster as I scramble up the ladder. I had only planned on doing a quick peek inside and then shutting his window, but when I look in and adjust to the darkness, I spot his sleeping form sprawled out in his bed.
I forget logic and reason entirely.
His back is bare, the sheets clinging to a peachy ass.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. It’s so much easier to look at him when he’s not staring back at me with those unsettling icy eyes.
I can drink him in all I want. His fluffy silver hair.
The beautiful cut of his hard-earned muscle.
The geometric patterns and swirls of his tattoos that I’m itching to trace.
A sudden need to touch him possesses me.
Silently easing into his bedroom, I crawl onto his bed and hover over his body like a creep. I know it’s wrong, but he does fucked up shit, too. So, I let my palms fall onto his back and slowly glide them over his skin.
Of course he’s cool to the touch. He leaves his window open in the middle of winter like a fucking psychopath.
He probably is a psychopath.
And yet, here I am, touching him while he sleeps.
He’s gorgeous. Built like some fair-haired Greek god or a fallen angel.
Swallowing, I trace a light finger down the shell of his ear. His jewelry is lovely. Delicate and sparkly. I don’t know why I don’t have any piercings. Maybe I should get some.
Rev’s body shifts beneath me. One second, my heart stops beating, and the next, I’m laid out on my back, trapped beneath his heavy body. A very sexy, naked body.
Oh, god.
His eyes glint with an untamed edge. I’m well aware this man is dangerous, and I’ve foolishly put myself in a vulnerable position.
I’m in his bed, for god’s sake.
Maybe that’s what I wanted all along. For him to force me down and take away my choice. Then I don’t have to actually admit that I want him. I get to blame him when my heart inevitably gets broken again.
“You’re playing a risky game sneaking in here at night.” His tone is laced with warning, despite the fact that he looks like he wants to devour me.
“Get off,” I mutter, squirming. He’s got my wrists held firmly above my head. It’s sending the wrong message to my dick.
“Not until you explain why you were creeping on me,” he says.
“You’re the one who moved in next to me like a stalker and scared away my date.”
“Because you invite trouble into your life.”
I growl, but it’s hard to pretend I’m angry when his impressive cock presses against my own, only my clothes between us.
I don’t like clothes anymore. Why am I wearing them? We could do something about it. We could have sex, and it would mean nothing.
My pulse pounds everywhere in my body.
“I’m gonna guess you couldn’t sleep,” Rev murmurs. “That, or you couldn’t get me out of your pretty little head.”
Before I can fire back a retort, he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck. His breath is delightfully warm against my skin. I bite down on my lip, rocking my hips slightly against his own.
“Hate you,” I whisper, but I continue rolling my hips, chasing the friction.
“Mmm, you love hating me.”
Teeth press into my neck, right over my pulse, and I let out an embarrassing whimper.
Fuck. I’m not thinking straight. I’m not thinking with the right head.
“So needy, kitten.” Rev moves down my body, nipping and kissing through the material of my shirt. I reach down to grab the hem, and he lifts his weight from me momentarily to let me drag it off my body. Blue eyes shine as they take me in.
I’ve never felt this powerful. Never felt so treasured.
“You’re gorgeous, Dante.”
Another whimper slips free from my treasonous mouth.
“Oh, baby boy. You like being praised?” He dances his fingertips up my stomach, ghosting them over my ribs and then flicking his thumb over my nipple. “You like me telling you how beautiful you are? How I think about you nonstop?”
“No,” I lie, shutting my eyes so I don’t have to look at him anymore. It’s too much.
A hot mouth closes around my other nipple and sucks. The dual sensation of his fingers and his tongue has me arching up to grind our cocks harder together. “Fuck. Rev.”
“You taste so good, kitten.”
Sinking a hand in his hair, I grip the soft strands and push his head down where I need him most, worried I’ll come before having his mouth wrapped around my cock.
A soft laugh gusts over my stomach, making my abs quiver.
“Do something already,” I demand breathlessly.
I expect him to flip me over and fuck me against his headboard or with my face smashed into his mattress. To do all the things I know we’ve both been thinking about, but I’ve been too stubborn and scared to ask for.
Instead, his movements are slow and deliberate as he kisses and licks his way down my body.
I swear he’s determined to set my body ablaze. The winter air slipping through the window should cool me, but I’m almost sticky with sweat from the way he’s ravishing me.
Rev hovers over the hard ridge of my cock, taunting me with an intense look. There’s a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
My heart thuds faster. He’s fully aware he’s driving me crazy.
I hold my breath as he kisses the tip of my cock, straining to break free from my jeans. The heat of his mouth is enough to draw another moan out of me.
Fumbling with the zipper, I raise my hips enough to shove my jeans down.
Rev’s pupils dilate as he takes in my lacy panties. “You’re a test I’m absolutely failing. A temptation sent here to prove I’m no good.”
I shove my panties below my balls, baring myself like the desperate, greedy slut I am. I don’t want to think about how much I want to touch him, too. How much I want to kiss him.
Fuck that. This is just sex.
Rev smirks, leaning down to bite at the stretchy band of my crumpled panties. “You and these pretty little things. Do you wear sexy panties under everything, kitten?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I gasp as he grips my cock and gives it a torturously slow pump. This shouldn’t feel so good. Why does it feel so good?
His gaze burns through me. “I want to know everything about you.”
When he removes his hand, I unleash a string of curses that have him chuckling. I’m silenced as he spits into his palm and returns to stroking me, the glide much smoother with the lubrication.
“See? I know how to make you feel good.”
My precum mixes with his spit, and the slick sensation has my eyes rolling back into my head and my hips moving of their own accord. I pump into his hand recklessly, chasing my release. I don’t know who this Dante is. All I know is I might die if I don’t come.
Once again, his touch disappears, and I groan in protest.
“Take these off,” Rev demands, tugging roughly at my jeans and panties. “All of it. Off.”
With clumsy, hurried movements, I do as he says, tossing my clothes onto his floor. Then I claw at his shoulders to bring him closer. I need his weight on me again. Need his skin on mine. His warmth bleeding into my bones.
Rev seems to understand without me having to communicate. He moves his muscled body over mine and takes both of our cocks in his hand. He’s thicker than me. A little longer, too.
I stare down at the sight in a mixture of awe and horror. Fuck. This is happening. We’re doing this. I’m doing this with him. I crawled in his window like a creep, and now our cocks are smashed together as he jerks us with purpose.
There’s a thought again to kiss him. To lick my way into his mouth and suck on his tongue.
Rev lowers his head. I freak the fuck out, turning mine away. His lips brush the hollow beneath my ear instead.
“Can’t wait to be inside you. I bet you make such slutty noises when you’re taking a cock.”
“Not happening,” I whisper.
“Deny it all you want, but you crawled into my bed tonight.”
I can’t argue with that. I can’t deny how pleased I am to hear that he wants to be the one to fuck me. But it pisses me off that he’s able to remain so unbothered while I’m losing my mind beneath him.
Hooking my legs around him, I throw our bodies, dropping him onto his back as I rest my ass on his thighs.
His laugh is melodic, so at odds with his deadly nature. “Fuck, I like you.”
Ignoring the skip of my heart, I rut against him, determined to prove to myself that I’ll feel differently about him after I come.
Rev glides his hands up my thighs, easing them around to grip my ass and help me grind down harder. “How do you want it? You want to come all over me just like this?”
“No.”
But I grab our dicks and move my hand along our rigid lengths.
“Whatever you want, Dante. I’ll give you anything. Beg me, and I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life.”
“Shut up,” I growl.
He flips us and takes over jerking us, those blue eyes twinged with something dark and primal and so fucking hot.
I’m too far lost in pleasure to care about coming first. I explode, shooting warm ropes of cum between us. He follows me over the edge shortly after, spilling his own cum onto my trembling abs. We’re both panting as he drops a kiss to my sternum and rolls off the bed to disappear into the bathroom.
This is when I should slip out his window. But then I’d be back in my bedroom worrying about dumb shit.
Rev returns with a washcloth, and something achy spreads through my chest as he wipes me down. When he goes to leave once more, I grab him by the forearm.
“What is it, kitten?” he asks gently.
I fight for the words, not really sure what it is that I need, only that the sudden space between us physically hurts.
He sets the washcloth on his nightstand, and then I tug him down onto the bed. A soft laugh slips from him as I climb on top of him. I tuck my arms and legs against his side as I bury my face in his warm neck and breathe him in.
“Dante,” he murmurs, sinking a hand into my curls.
“I’m pathetic tonight. Please just let it happen.”
He wraps me up, settling into the position. I keep my lips on his steady, comforting pulse as his fingers stroke over my scalp.
That ache in my chest recedes, replaced by something I haven’t felt since I was little. Maybe since my dad took us to Cartagena for Noche Buena.
A sense of belonging.
Why did I think this was a good idea? I should leave. I should tell him that we can never be anything. I’m not strong enough for this.
Rev kisses the top of my head. “Just for the record, you can break into my bedroom anytime.”
“You might regret your words,” I whisper.
He pulls me so close I don’t know where his body starts and mine ends. “Confident I can handle you.”
I shut my eyes and begin to drift. For once, I don’t dream of murder.