JEALOUSY?
T here are arms around me when I wake up.
Where am I? What happened last night?
I turn to face a pair of deep blue eyes.
“Good morning,” he whispers in a husky voice.
Everything we did rushes back into my mind. Heat gathers in my cheeks. “Did I fall asleep?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He pauses. “Do you feel alright? Are you sore or anything?”
This is embarrassing.
“A little. Nothing to worry about.”
He exhales deeply and pulls me closer. His embrace is so tight and warm that tears threaten to spill from my eyes. His skin is soft, despite his scars. I could stay like this forever, just cuddling.
“Do you want to go on a date today?” he asks. “We could—”
“Actually, there’s something I’d like to try.”
His jaw drops. I hug my legs, hiding my face between my knees as he keeps watching the video I stole from my father. The guy on the TV keeps calling the girl his whore, and she’s laughing, begging him to hit her harder.
“You like… this?”
“I-I think so.”
He told me I could change memories, and I think I trust him enough to let him try. Yesterday, he didn’t trigger anything. Though I can’t remember much after we cuddled, I believe I was so exhausted from the orgasms that I fell asleep instantly.
That video is the closest thing to how I was treated. While my experience was ten times worse, I want to try something more intense than what we did yesterday.
“Sweetheart, I—”
“If you don’t like it, it’s okay,” I interrupt. “I don’t mind. It was just a suggestion.”
“No, I—” He pauses, studying me carefully. “Are you sure? I mean, that’s… a lot to take in.”
“I’m sure.”
I’ve handled worse.
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Okay… Give me a few minutes. I need to process all of this.”
“Have you done something like this before?”
I regret the question as soon as it slips from my lips. Of course, he’s had other partners. Men are like that. I’m no virgin either, but I know his first wasn’t as traumatising as mine.
And that hurts. Because maybe he’s done what he did to me yesterday with someone else.
Maybe he loved others.
Or maybe he hurt them.
“I have.”
Why does my heart burn?
“Recently?”
When he doesn’t answer, I glance up. He’s smirking.
“Are you jealous, amore ?”
Heat floods my cheeks.
“I… I don’t know.”
He leans in closer. His hands trail over my body until his fingers reach my clit. I gasp. His lips brush over mine.
“The last time I touched a woman, I was twenty.” He thrusts his fingers inside me. “I haven’t even looked at another woman since I met you a few years ago.”
“You… knew me?”
His fingers curl inside me so fast I can’t even—
“I did. I know all of you, and you’ve got me so obsessed I don’t want anyone else. I only want you, all of you, for the rest of my life.”
Oh.
I cover my mouth with my hand, since he won’t kiss me, but he grabs my wrist and pulls it away.
“I want to hear you, ragnetta . I want to hear you scream when you come all over my fingers like the whore you are.”
Oh. My. God.
“Dante, I—”
He sucks one of my nipples, and I lose control of my body. My hips move, searching for release. I open my eyes, and there’s water leaking from me.
Dante stops.
This is so embarrassing.
“I swear I didn’t pee myself.”
He scoffs and holds me in his arms.
“I know, vita mia. But that’s not even half of what I can do to you.”
He throws me onto the bed and kneels in front of me.
“You can fight me and ask me to stop,” he reminds me. “I’ll only do it when you say blood.”
I nod, but I don’t want him to stop. Not now. Maybe some other time.
He spreads my thighs, his gaze locking with mine as he presses his tongue to my clit. My breathing becomes heavy, especially when he starts sucking on it.
“Voglio che tu mi sborri in faccia. 11 ”
Oh, my—
I cover my mouth. He thrusts his fingers in and out of me while his tongue moves in tandem. I have no idea how this can feel so good—or how quickly he can make me come.
I swear I’m seeing stars.
He yanks my legs, pulling me to sit at the edge of the bed. I look up at him, and he slaps my face, then grabs my jaw and spits over me.
“Get on your knees and open your fucking mouth.”
I comply.
He thrust into my throat. I can’t even take him fully. “If it’s too much, tap on my leg three times.”
He grabs my hair and starts moving my head up and down his shaft.
I’m mesmerised by the way he looks—So… powerful.
“That’s it. Get it deep down.”
He uses my mouth as if it’s nothing.
And I like it.
I touch myself while he’s on it. When I moan around him, his grip on my hair tightens.
“You fucking little whore. You couldn’t help it, did you?”
Holy fuck.
“I’m going to cum, amore . Swallow it all.”
Swallow—
His warm release coats the back of my throat as he thrusts deeper. I swallow every drop, my lips still wrapped around him, gently sucking at the sensitive tip. This time, I add my hand, stroking him slowly as I meet his gaze.
“So greedy,”
I bite back a laugh, but a soft chuckle escapes anyway.
He shoves me onto the bed again, pinning me beneath him. There’s no hesitation as he thrusts into me, his mouth hungrily claiming my breasts.
“Your tight little cunt feels so good,” he groans.
“Dante—”
“Sì, vita mia, grida per me. 12 ”
He leaves a trail of kisses along my body, lingering at my neck.
“Cum for me, amore mio 13 ,” he groans, his breath hot against my ear. “Show me how much you love having me inside you.”
His thrusts grow faster, harder. His grip on my thighs tightens, and for a moment, I think he might break me.
My body bounces with every relentless movement, his dark eyes burning with a fierce mix of anger and adoration that makes me unravel completely.
I tighten around him and surrender once more.
“That’s it. Milk it, sweetheart. Let me fill you up.”
Fuck, his words.
His face.
His eyes.
It’s too much. It’s all too much.
He pulses inside me, panting, while I lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
I can’t believe anything could feel this good.
Without pulling out, he grabs my waist and lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to the bathroom.
A giggle escapes me. “What are you doing?”
He smirks.
“We’re having a shower.” When we get there, he pins me against the wall, his hips already moving again. “A loooong shower, until you understand you have nothing to be jealous about.”
“Don’t you ever get tired?”
He laughs, rough and deep, sending shivers down my spine.
“I work out for three hours straight. This is just a warm-up.”
Oh god.
His lips crash against mine as the water cascades over us, and he takes me again, consuming every fragment of my soul.
And I surrender it all to him, willingly.
Notes:
11. Voglio che tu mi sborri in faccia: I want you to cum in my face.
12. Grida per me: Scream for me.
13. Amore mio: My love.