Chapter 13 #2
I gasped, thighs trembling violently as I finally seated myself fully on him. The fullness was overwhelming—stretching me open, pressing against places that made my vision spark. My inner walls fluttered around his invading length despite the tears sliding down my cheeks.
"Move." His command was guttural. "Show me who you belong to."
I began to rock, lifting my hips and sliding back down. Each motion sent sharp jolts of unwanted pleasure shooting through my core. My body betrayed me, growing slicker with every stroke, easing the burn into a slick, obscene glide. Heat pooled low in my belly even as humiliation scorched my face.
"Faster," Dante ordered, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Or should I call my men right now? Tell them to pay your precious Leo a visit he'll never recover from?"
"No, please," I gasped, forcing my exhausted legs to move quicker. Sweat beaded on my skin. My muscles screamed, but I kept bouncing, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room alongside my broken sobs.
"Look at you," he sneered, voice dripping venom. "Fucking yourself so eagerly on my cock, just to save him. Does Leo know what a good little slut you are for me?"
"I'm not—" I tried to protest, but he suddenly thrust up hard, spearing deep into me and striking that devastating spot that tore a raw cry from my throat. The pleasure was sharp, electric, undeniable.
"Not what?" He thrust again, deeper, grinding against my cervix. "Not mine? Your body knows the truth."
My legs were shaking uncontrollably now, burning with fatigue. "I can't, Dante. Please, I can't—"
"Can't?" He sat up in one fluid motion, his face inches from mine, breath hot against my lips. His eyes were black with lust and possession. "Then Leo dies. Or maybe I'll just have them shatter his legs. He can live... but he'll never walk again. Your choice."
"Please—" I was sobbing openly, bouncing desperately despite the fire in my thighs. Every rise and fall dragged my clit against his pelvis, sending sparks through my nerves. The coil in my belly tightened viciously.
"That's it. Break for me," Dante murmured, watching my tear-streaked face with hungry fascination. "So beautiful when you're falling apart."
His phone rang sharply on the nightstand. Dante snatched it without breaking rhythm, glancing at the screen. His expression turned colder, but he didn't stop me.
"Keep riding," he ordered, voice lethal. "Don't you dare slow down."
Mortified, I continued moving, cheeks flaming as he answered the call. "What?"
I tried to freeze, but his hand clamped down harder on my hip, forcing me to keep sliding up and down his thick length.
"Yes, I'm listening," he said into the phone, even as his free hand suddenly gripped my waist. His hips snapped up brutally, impaling me with vicious force while he continued the conversation. I couldn't stifle the scream that tore from me.
"Fuck Viktor." Another savage thrust, his cock dragging against every sensitive nerve inside me. The wet, filthy sounds of our joining were obscene.
"I'll be there." He tossed the phone aside, both hands now locking onto my waist like iron bands.
He took complete control, pounding up into me with merciless intensity, hips pistoning like a machine.
The angle was devastating. Every brutal stroke hit that perfect spot, forcing pleasure higher and higher.
"Dante, oh god!" The orgasm was barreling toward me like a freight train.
"Come," he snarled, teeth bared. "Come on my cock right now."
His thumb found my swollen clit, rubbing tight, ruthless circles.
I shattered violently. My entire body convulsed as a blinding orgasm ripped through me.
I screamed, gushing around his cock, thighs clamping tight as wave after wave crashed over me.
My vision whited out, inner walls milking him frantically.
"Fuck, that's it," Dante groaned, voice ragged. "Squirting all over me like a perfect little slut."
He thrust twice more, burying himself to the hilt, and came with a deep, animalistic growl. Hot pulses of his release flooded me, filling me so completely I could feel my belly swell slightly. We stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slicked, his cock still twitching inside me.
Finally, he pulled out slowly, a rush of our combined fluids leaking down my thighs. I collapsed beside him, boneless and trembling, every muscle screaming in protest.
Dante propped himself on one elbow, staring down at me with dark, possessive hunger. He brushed a tear from my cheek almost tenderly, then gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes.
"This," he gestured between our bodies, voice low and final, "this desperate, dripping, filthy side of you? That's mine. Only mine. Not Leo. Not anyone."
Dante quickly straightened his clothes and grabbed his phone.
He glanced at the screen briefly, his expression hardening again.
"I've got work to handle. Viktor's stirring up shit again." Dante shoved the phone in his pocket. He turned to look at me lying there gasping for breath.
"Natasha, I'm saying this one last time. I never went to see Vera. I love you." Dante repeated. "So don't go near Leo again. Don't have anything to do with him. If I see you two together again—"
He paused, walking over to me. He patted my pale cheek. The gesture wasn't rough—his thumb even stroked my cheekbone twice, with a kind of obsessive tenderness.
"I'll personally break both his legs. I'll make sure he spends the rest of his life in a wheelchair. You'd better remember what I said."
Dante stood and strode toward the door. The room fell silent again.
My body ached everywhere, but the corners of my mouth lifted slightly despite myself. Dante hadn't seen Vera. He said he loved me. His rage just now, everything he'd done to punish me—it was all because he was jealous of Leo. He actually cared about me.
Just knowing that made the ache in my chest ease by half.
The satisfaction was probably unhealthy, but at that moment, I held on to it with both hands.