Chapter 4

Iknew this was a terrible idea the second I got into the car with Dante. There’s a reason I’ve turned him down so many times. Now, there’s no turning back as I sit in his lap, trapped in his web. His arms are wrapped around my waist, my body pulled tightly against his; I lay my head on his shoulder while his scent envelops me. I inhale the smell of spicy oranges and try to memorize it. It’s intoxicating.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs into my hair.

His words twist something in my chest as I wonder if he’d say that if he saw my sister. Every man I’ve ever dated ends up in bed with her and choosing her. I don’t think I’m ugly, but I’ve never been pretty enough to hold on to someone. Nicole stole my first boyfriend when I was fourteen. Perhaps she was behind on all these first dates that never turned into second ones.

“Stop,” he commands.

I lift my head and arch a questioning brow. “What?”

He smirks, “You’re overthinking things. Stop.”

I sigh and tell him, “This is how I am, Dante. I overthink. My anxiety controls me.”

Swiping his tongue across my closed lips, he groans, “I’ll be the one controlling you, Sunshine. When we tell you to come, you will. When we tell you not to, you won’t.”

We?

I open my mouth to ask what he means by, ‘we’ but before I get a chance, the car is stopped, and his driver opens our door. Shuffling off Dantes”s lap, I climb out of the vehicle with Dante beside me; he grips my hand like he’s afraid I’ll run away, and I probably should. While I know he kills people, I’m not worried about that. This can only be sex. I can’t give him more than that because people will get hurt—namely me. I should set boundaries so he’s clear on my comfort level.

As we walk to the doorstep of his massive property, I say, “This is just sex, Dante, and only for tonight.”

He spins me so I’m facing him and growls a deep throaty sound, “I told you to get out of your fucking head. Stay in the moment. Don’t worry about tomorrow or the next day. Stay in the now.”

Lifting my gaze to his, I breathe a breathy sigh as he runs his thumb down my cheek. Every time he touches me, a spark travels down my spine. Dante lowers his head and runs his nose along the side of my neck until his lips rest against my ear, and he speaks low, “I can’t wait to devour your cunt. I won’t stop until you’re dripping all over my face.”

I moan, and he chuckles while he takes my hand and pulls me into the house. I get a quick glimpse of the boldly decorated entryway before he quickly ushers me upstairs. When we make it into the bedroom, my heart stops as I notice the restraints on the bed. Suddenly, I realized seeing Dante in the club may not have been coincidental. Did he plan this? No, of course not. He’s a bad guy, but he isn’t a stalker.

“Natalia,” he says in a husky voice, as if demanding my attention. My eyes dart from the king-sized bed with a dark purple comforter to his as I swallow hard. I’ve had sex many times, but this feels different. Like when I walk out of here, I’ll never be the same. He grabs the back of his shirt by the neck, lifts it over his head, and tosses it to the floor. Why is that so hot? My gaze travels down his muscular chest to the bulge in his pants.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” I gasp, sounding like a bitch in heat. I need to calm my hormones because the wetness pooling in my now-drenched panties is ridiculous. After all, he isn’t even touching me. This is all simply from looking at him.

Dante De Luca is scorching hot. His hair is longer than any of his brothers”, reaching to his shoulders, and instead of being dark, it’s more of a dirty blonde color. His eyes are a dark gray color that stares at me now with lust—my own drop to the tattoo that covers the left side of his neck. A rose stretched across his skin with ?three drops of blood on the thorns. Just above his pecs, a bigger tattoo stretches across his flesh with three roses and a skull that says De Luca in cursive.

I’m too lost in drooling over his chest to pay attention to what he’s about to do. Within a fraction of a second, he grabs my shirt and rips it open, sending buttons flying everywhere.

“What the?”

He smirks at me with lust written all over his features, “Fucking beautiful,” he says as he slides my shirt down my arms while staring at my lacy purple bra.

Unclasping the brass clasp on my bra, he opens it and groans, “Jesus. I knew you’d look like this. Are you ready to be my good girl?”

Because I think I”d give him anything at this moment, I nod breathlessly. I want this while I swore to stay away from any De Luca brother. I want him.

“My brother is going to watch you come.”

My eyes widen, and my heart pounds as every warning bell chimes loudly in my brain. Two of his brothers are married, so that only leaves one possibility. Drake De Luca. The biggest psychopath I’ve ever met. While Dante is a dangerous man, I’m not afraid of him. I believe he’d never hurt me, but Drake… He’d hurt me. I’m sure of it.

Drake comes into the room, and suddenly I’m sure this was planned. He’s wearing nothing but black boxers, and my throat swells with fear. They both have the same close-cut short beard, but Drake”s hair is cut into a short crew cut. His left ear is pierced, his eyes the same gray as his brothers”, and his entire upper body is covered in tattoos. All black. I stare at the barbed wire ink at the top of his chest. My gaze travels down to the two tigers on his chest, before moving to the skulls lining his arms.

Like always, he glares at me like I’ve done something terrible to offend him. As if my mere existence repulses him. I have no idea what I’ve done to Drake to warrant this.

“Are you going to run away, Pretty Girl?”

I probably should do that, but I take it as a challenge instead. One I have no intention of backing down from.

“No.”

I stand straighter, attempting to appear far more confident than I am, and stare back at Drake as he gazes at my bare breasts, “Why do you hate me so much? What did I do to you?”

In a split second, he grabs my throat with one hand and pushes me back until I hit the wall and grits, “You piss me off. I shouldn’t want you. You’re a goddamn doormat for the people you call family. You let them hurt you but I’ll break you far worse than they ever could.”

He grips my jaw tight and kisses me in front of his brother. The last thing I want is to be in the middle of two brothers, yet I part my lips and take his tongue into my mouth. Dante steps closer to us and brushes his thumb over my nipple, causing me to moan as Drake devours my mouth like he’s wanted this for his entire life, but I know that can’t be. His tongue moves against mine, licking every inch of my mouth in an erotic dance that leaves me breathless. I never imagined kissing Drake because he always stares at me like he’s counting the ways to dismember my body. Moving to the side, he drags his tongue down my neck while Dante drops to his knees and yanks my skirt down to the floor.

“Wait. What’s happening?”

Drake chuckles against my skin before biting my neck and causing me to yelp, “My brother and I are going to fucking destroy you. You’ll come on our tongues, fingers, cocks, and when you cry that you can’t come again, you will.”

Dante rips my panties off my body, and I scold him, “Could you stop ruining my clothes?”

He laughs lightly before swiping his tongue up my slit. Sweet baby, Jesus, what’s happening to me? I lost my v card a long time ago, but two men? Brothers? This is weird, and I should not be turned on like I am.

Dante slides two fingers inside me as Drake swirls his tongue over my sensitive nipples. He moves from one, then back to the other, causing me to moan repeatedly.

“Is she wet?” He asks his brother.

Dante groans, “Fucking drenched. Taste her.”

They switch places, and then Drake is on his knees, plundering his tongue inside me as Dante kisses me, making me taste myself on his tongue. His hands dig into my hair as his brother fucks me with his mouth. Placing my hands on Dante’s face, I moan from the feel of his beard under my fingertips. Drake sucks my clit between his lips, and I come fast and hard, banging my head against the wall.

Dante growls, “Get on the bed.”