Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Dante & Natasha
Dante
My gaze locked on Leo's fingers resting on Natasha's wrist. Rage surged straight to my brain—I could feel the vein at my temple throbbing violently.
"Mr. Romanov." Leo released her and straightened. "Natasha and I are old friends. We were just catching up."
Catching up? That goddamn phrase sliding out of his mouth did nothing to cool my fury. It only made me angrier.
I knew exactly what that look he'd been giving Natasha meant. That was how a man looked at a woman. That was desire for something that didn't belong to him.
"Catch up?" I let out a cold laugh and strode over, stopping right in front of him. Looking down at the overconfident head of security, I smiled without warmth. "Do you think I'm stupid?"
My voice dropped. "Leo, you'd better keep your eyes where they belong—and your hands to yourself. Don't start wanting things that were never yours to begin with."
Leo said nothing, his jaw tight, clearly disagreeing.
That silent defiance made me lose the last shred of patience.
Given the massive gap between our positions, I had plenty of ways to remind him exactly where he stood.
But right now, I needed to show him who this woman belonged to.
I spun around and grabbed Natasha off the ground, pulling her up and straight into my arms. Her eyes were still filled with fear and shock. I didn't give her a chance to resist—I kissed her.
Natasha started struggling violently, hands pushing against my chest.
Her resistance ignited my rage completely. She was actually pushing me away. Did she not want Leo to see her being too close to me? Did she think I'd stain that perfect, innocent image she wore for him?
Fine. The more she tried to distance herself, the more I'd ruin her.
My hand slid down her back and dove under her hoodie. I roughly shoved aside her flimsy bra, my large palm closing around her full breast and squeezing hard.
"Don't, Dante." Natasha gasped.
I pinched her nipple between two fingers without mercy, twisting hard.
"Ah, please..." Natasha whimpered in pain, a sweet moan escaping her throat.
I wanted to do it right in front of Leo. I wanted him to see. I wanted him to know.
The woman he'd been pining after all this time came home to me every night. She was mine, no matter how much he wished otherwise.
Natasha's struggles grew more frantic. She whimpered, even started kicking my shins.
"Let her go."
Leo's voice came from the side, barely controlled.
I released Natasha's lips. She gasped for air. Her eyes were red, body trembling in my arms.
I turned my head, watching Leo take a step forward. The urge to kill peaked.
He dared to object. He dared to give me orders. This was perfect. He was practically handing me a reason to end his worthless life right now.
I pulled the Beretta from inside my suit jacket and aimed the black barrel straight at Leo's forehead.
The air went silent. I flicked off the safety.
Leo's steps froze.
I was the biggest mob boss in New York. Killing a head of security was easier than crushing an ant.
"No," Natasha screamed, grabbing my gun arm with both hands, using all her strength to push the barrel down. "Dante, please, don't shoot."
I stared at Natasha in disbelief.
She was still protecting him. She was begging me for this man. My back teeth ground together, my knuckles white around the grip, fighting the urge to pull the trigger right now.
"I hope I've made myself clear enough." I fixed my eyes on Leo's, each word deliberate. "Next time, I'll blow your brains out. Understood?"
Leo's jaw clenched. He stood there motionless, making no sound.
I snorted and shoved the gun back in its holster. Leo was already under my boot. Now I needed to deal with this restless woman on my shoulder. I had to teach her a lesson she'd never forget.
I hoisted Natasha over my shoulder in one motion.
"Hey! Put me down. Dante, you're insane, let go of me." Natasha yelled from my shoulder. Her hands pounded my back, legs flailing in the air.
I ignored her protests and headed straight for the main building.
Every servant and guard we passed lowered their heads in terror. They all retreated to the walls. No one dared look up.
I carried Natasha up the stairs to the master bedroom, then threw her off my shoulder without mercy. Natasha hit the wide mattress with a pained grunt, trying to scramble up.
I didn't give her a chance to escape. I climbed on top of her, pinning her down. I grabbed both her wrists and pressed her hands above her head.
"Put you down? So you can go flirt with more men?" I stared at her coldly.
"You're completely unreasonable. Let me go." Natasha shouted back.
I freed one hand and grabbed the collar of her hoodie, ripping hard.
The fabric tore with a harsh sound. I ripped the hoodie in half, stripped it off her body, and threw it on the floor. Then her flimsy bra underneath. I snapped the straps too.
Her naked torso was completely exposed to the air. Exposed to my gaze. Her chest rose and fell with her ragged breathing.
I swallowed hard.
"Don't you get it?" I glared at her through clenched teeth. "Seeing you with another man. Seeing you smile at him. You two holding hands. I was losing my fucking mind. Now you're going to pay for it."
I raised my hand and slapped Natasha's ass hard, the sharp sound cracking through the room.
Natasha
I felt humiliated.
Dante had me pinned on the bed, hands locked down, nothing I could do but let him spank me. He'd been ignoring me for days, and now he was accusing me of something inappropriate with Leo.
I was done with these one-sided accusations. Done with his high-and-mighty attitude.
"Let me go, you psycho," I screamed at him through tears, finally losing control as they streamed down my face. "You don't get to stand there and judge me. What gives you that right?"
My resistance enraged Dante. He pressed down with his muscular body. Through his suit pants, he ground his fully hard cock against my inner thigh, rubbing roughly against my ass.
"What gives me the right?" Dante laughed coldly, right in my ear. "I'm your husband."
"Husband? When have you ever acted like one?" I shouted back, spitting out all the resentment I'd been holding in. "You saw me talking to Leo today and got angry. What about me? Did you ever think about how I feel?"
I stared into his eyes, my vision blurred with tears, but I kept looking right at him.
"I'm jealous too, Dante. I'm going crazy with jealousy." I cried out. "At the gallery. After Vera showed up, you were completely distracted. You've been avoiding me for days. Coming home reeking of alcohol every night, acting cold toward me. You made me feel like some pathetic replacement."
Days of grievances finally poured out. But I didn't feel any lighter—only more pain.
"So that's why you were all over that man." Dante glared at me with fury. The muscles in his face twitched. "Because you think I still have feelings for Vera. Because you assumed I was with her. So you ran to your old flame for comfort. This is how you get back at me?"
He roughly yanked open the button of my jeans, grabbed the waistband, and stripped both my pants and panties down my thighs in one pull, leaving my lower half completely exposed to the cold air.
"I've actually been busy with work these past few days. Viktor's been grabbing my territory like crazy. I've been in meetings all day." Dante quickly unbuttoned his own shirt, tossed it aside, and undid his belt.
He freed his hard, burning cock and pressed it directly against my bare pussy, rubbing the head back and forth against my already moistening entrance, sending waves of shivers through me.
"I haven't seen Vera once. Haven't laid eyes on a single hair on her head. I've been working myself to death, and I still make it home every night to sleep next to you. And you—you're seducing the head of my security right under my nose."
"How can you prove it?" I stubbornly shot back.
"I'll prove it, but right now I need to punish you, Natasha." Dante's voice turned dangerous.
He suddenly stopped moving his hips, pulling his hard cock away from my dripping entrance. The intense emptiness made me squirm uncomfortably.
"You'd better satisfy me." Dante looked at me. "If you don't please me tonight, Leo won't make it till morning. I'll have him chopped into pieces and dumped in the Hudson."
I stared at him in horror. I knew he'd absolutely do it.
"You can't do that. He's innocent." I begged him.
"Innocent?" Dante's laugh was low, cruel, and laced with dark amusement. "Then prove it, Natasha. Show me you're mine. Ride me like someone's life depends on it—because it does."
He released my wrists and rolled onto his back with predatory grace, dragging me on top of him. His thick cock stood rigid and flushed between our bodies, veins pulsing, the broad head already glistening with precum. The sight of it made my stomach twist with a mix of dread and unwelcome heat.
"Dante—"
"Now." His voice brooked no argument. One large hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, positioning the swollen tip at my entrance, while the other gripped my hip.
"Or Leo's done. And it won't just be his life.
I'll ruin him. Blacklist him from every studio in the city.
Make sure his family loses everything. Is that what you want, sweetheart? "
Tears blurred my vision as shame burned through me.
I braced my palms on his rock-hard chest, feeling the steady thunder of his heartbeat, and slowly sank down.
The stretch was brutal. He was too thick, too long, and my body wasn't nearly wet enough.
A choked whimper escaped my lips as the burning pressure gave way inch by agonizing inch.
"That's it," Dante growled, his fingers digging bruises into my hips. "Take every fucking inch. Let me feel how tight that pretty pussy is for me."