Chapter 8

8

NATALIE

O ne minute, we’re giggling and laughing at the silliest jokes. Talking about Dante’s valiant efforts in fending off the monsters who attacked me. Sipping expensive champagne I’ll never be able to afford and snuggling up on the couch. And the next, his tongue is buried so deep inside me, I can see heaven.

His eyes are locked on my face, studying the contorted features from the pleasure he’s giving me. I can’t control myself. His hands, his tongue, and the deep, desperate stare. It’s driving me crazy. My body spasms against my attempts to command it. Noises I didn’t think possible bellow out of my mouth. And my mind explodes with thoughts of Dante.

The Demon of Delta County. The monster who stole me away from home.

The only man I’ve ever wanted this fucking bad.

“I want you inside me.” The words come out without warning.

Dante doesn’t hesitate. He’s on his feet, with his pants around his ankles in a flash. The girth between his legs bounces as it’s set free. It’s just as monstrous as I imagined. I can’t stop staring at it. Fuck. I’ve somehow forgotten how to breathe.

“Like what you see?” He’s grinning wide while his eyes travel down the length of my body.

“More than you could imagine.” I reach out eagerly for my first touch of the massive rod that’s going to split me in half.

Dante groans as my cool fingers make first contact with his throbbing meat. His head snaps to the ceiling when I start to stroke, and the groans devolve into guttural grunts.

“Ah, fuck, that feels so good.” He starts bucking his hips into my fist, legs shaking and body starting to tremble.

But he doesn’t allow himself to lose control. Not to my hand. Dante’s head snaps back down to me, and his eyes burn with passionate fire and clarity. He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away from his meat.

“Get up,” Dante orders, and I do as instructed. “No more waiting. No more wasting time. I need you.”

“Then take me,” I say.

And he does.

My confirmation was all he needed to throw his boa constrictor arms around my body and pull me into a kiss. Our mouths lock, with his tongue smashing through my lips. Lost in the throes of ecstasy, Dante lifts me off the ground and into his arms. His hands slot firmly under my ass, and he carries me in the air like I don’t weigh a thing.

He pins me tightly against his body, using his arms to lower me down until our hips are in line. I get my first feel of his cock, and it sends shivers through my whole being. It’s swaying savagely with all his motions, bobbing and bouncing viciously in all directions. It slides between my legs, and his heavy head knocks right up against my door.

I glide a hand between our bodies, trying not to break our kiss. In the blind fumble, I find his shaft and grab a firm hold. Through his moaning, Dante never breaks our kiss. His legs start to shake, yet I’ve never felt safer in anyone’s arms.

I guide the tip of his erection to my entrance and swing my free arm around his neck for stability. He squeezes my ass tightly, spreading my cheeks and, in turn, parting my lips just enough for his head to find easier access. And it does, gliding into my slick wetness without any resistance.

“Ah fuck,” he roars, almost losing balance at the sudden sensation.

Unlike Dante, I can’t make a sound. My hand goes limp, unable to guide him in deeper. The sudden, overwhelming pleasure and sensation of being filled to the brim by only his tip has left me dazed. Desperate for more but terrified at the implications of what it’s going to do to me.

Physically broken in and mentally overwhelmed. All I want is him. This feeling. The look on his face and the intensity of the happiness pumping from my chest.

Dante stabilizes himself, but in doing so, his hips plunge his girth deeper into me. I can’t stop myself from squealing this time. A high-pitched noise that embodies the pure joy of feeling his pleasure.

“I was gonna carry you to bed first, y’know?” Dante says, walking blindly until my back smashes against his living room wall. The sudden stop sends the rest of his length plunging the depths of my pussy.

His mouth immediately finds my neck, and he peppers it with frantic nibbles and kisses. It starts as a tickle against my skin, but every action starts to intensify the pleasure between my legs until I can’t think straight.

I couldn’t wait anymore . That’s what I want to answer, but my brain and body won’t allow it. No distractions, not anymore. All I want now is Dante Vitorri and everything he’s going to do to me.

“Good girl,” Dante whispers in my ear. “Let it consume you.”

His words knock the wind out of me.

He pulls his hips back before thrusting his full length back into me. His hot breath tickles my earlobe as he does it again.

“Your pussy is mine.” Another full, slow thrust follows.

Dante’s tongue runs along my earlobe, down my collarbone, and finally to my chest.

“These tits, also mine.”

He starts increasing his rhythm. With my back pinned to the wall, he has full control of me. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, but Lord knows I don’t want to go anywhere.

“And you better know, I’m not fucking sharing.”

With one long run of his tongue, from the pointy tip of my nipple back to my mouth, Dante locks me in another kiss. He doesn’t break it again while he slams his cock into me with hastening speed and ferocity.

All I can hear is meat slapping together and feverish moans. We’re incapable of speech. Hell, even thinking is becoming a task too hard to manage while I do as I’m told, like a good girl. Let the sensation of his cock consume me, fill me with glee and satisfaction, while he crumbles to his own desires.

It drives me crazy. Heat flashes across my skin, and my pussy aches as I cry out one last time. Dante grins against my moan, keeping me pinned in place as an orgasm tears its way from my core.

“I can feel you coming on my cock.” Dante breaks away from our kiss, and a look of pure anguish splashes across his rugged features. “So fucking wet. So fucking tight.”

His pacing intensifies, and his grip starts to loosen. I slide down the wall, only for one of his thrusts to push me back up. He can’t draw a single decent breath, and his body starts to rattle and shake.

“Are you going to come for me?” I somehow manage to say a full sentence without choking. “Fill my womb with your seed as promised?”

My words tilt him over the edge.

He roars, tightening his grip on my ass, while he plunges long, hard thrusts into me until it happens. He erupts inside my walls like a fountain, releasing every drop he has. His mighty war cry comes to an abrupt end as he tumbles backward with me in tow.

He falls to the ground, throwing his arms around my body to shield me from the impact. And we laugh at the silliness of it all while his cock still throbs inside me.

We’re sprawled on the floor, with my head resting on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat. It’s unsteady and frantic, just like my own. I look deep into his eyes and see a softness I didn’t know this man was capable of.

And it breaks my heart into a thousand tiny pieces.

Because we’ve had our fun, but I’ll never know if this is genuine. I’ve held off those thoughts for so long, fought them away when they crept up at various times throughout the day. But I can’t now. Not when I feel myself falling deeper into whatever this deluded fantasy is.

Dante Vitorri, the Demon, has claimed me as payment. But I’m not good enough for him. For the life he’s shown me tonight. I don’t deserve the expensive champagne or luxury apartment. I’m a small-town girl, something for him to play with when he’s not off doing God knows what for the Don.

It’s silly to think I ever had a chance with him, and it’s worse throwing myself into it fully. Tonight, I’ll enjoy my time in his arms, pretending we can make this work. I need the escape from the hard reality that tomorrow will bring.