Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Turning around he walked towards the bed. With his back to me, his hand pulled at his belt as he began to undress until all that was left was his briefs.
My breath caught in my throat as he pulled them down, revealing his perfectly shaped butt. I’d felt the tight cheeks the previous night, but seeing his nakedness in this way was far more erotic.
He pulled the covers back and sat on the bed.
“Come here,” he said. Two simple words, but the command was unmistakable.
I got to my feet. My freshly dried hair bounced as I went to him. Stopping in front of him I loosened the sash of my robe. He seized the edges of the soft fabric and gently pulled me toward him. My body tingled with anticipation. The warm glow from the lamps cast a romantic glow over him and made his eyes seem soft and sensual … and the silence was the perfect complement to the tension and heat we both felt.
Or maybe it was just him … the longer I stared at him the more convinced I was that there was something about him that completely captured my senses and made me so acutely aware of him it was impossible to think of anything else.
I lifted my hand and slid it into his hair.
I was unable to resist the silky feel and the sense of power it gave me to see the intimidating man lean into my touch. There was a connection here and whether it was the grief we both shared or something beyond it I couldn’t tell. But what I did know was this felt too beautiful, too precious. Too much like … making love and I didn’t want it to continue in that way. I didn’t want him to care. I didn’t want to care. I wanted him to be a touch brutal when he took me.
I pulled my hand out of his hair, placed it against his chest and pushed him backward hard, but it was like pushing a granite wall. He cocked his head as if he was wondering what I was doing.
I put both my hands on him and pushed him again, but still, he didn’t budge, and it became a challenge. The third time, however, he caught my wrist, and I looked up to see the slight frown between his brows. I was almost tempted then to reach forward to kiss the crease away, but I stopped myself just in time.
I tried to pull my hand away but he didn’t budge and kept staring into my eyes.
“Don’t make love to me, Dante. Fuck me hard.”
“How hard?” he rasped.
“Do your worst.”
For a while, he continued to stare into my eyes, his expression searching, and then he moved, so fast I squealed with shock as he caught me by the waist and dumped me on the bed as if I weighed nothing.
“Your scent has been driving me insane all fucking night,” he growled.
My robe had come open but before I could take it off, he loomed over me.
“Open your legs,” he snarled.
I spread my thighs.
“Wider,” he ordered and his eyes were blazing with deep desire. I could hardly believe this was the same man who had dined with me. I never knew this beast lived inside the expensively suited man.
Excitement coursed through my veins as I obeyed, but it was not to his satisfaction. Roughly, he jerked my legs wider still so I was completely exposed, and looked down at my flushed, open sex with naked hunger.
He swiped his finger through the wet curls of flesh and smeared the slickness he had gathered onto my lips. I was so shocked I froze.
“Lick it,” he commanded.
I slipped my tongue out and did as he instructed.
He gathered more juices and smeared my lips again. He dipped his hard fingers into my mouth and made me suck my own juices off them.
“You look beautiful like that,” he growled, his eyes were glazed, half-closed.
I tried to sit up and was rewarded with a punishing kiss. His mouth crushed as his tongue demanded entry into my mouth. I sucked it and instantly forgot anything else existed other than our joined mouths.
By the time he released me, I was gasping for air.
His body pressed me relentlessly into the bed and the strength that he exuded was something I knew to never again take lightly. I couldn’t move an inch.
I got what I wanted. I was his prisoner.
His hands closed around my breasts and he began to massage the full and heavy mounds. Suddenly, he seized my right nipple and pinched it cruelly between his finger and thumb. An involuntary hiss of pain tore out of me. He pinched the other engorged bud and I cried out sharply, but I didn’t tell him to stop. Again and again, he pinched making me clench my teeth as my nerve endings became more and more sensitive. My nipples felt as if they were on fire when he pressed my breasts together and his lips closed around each hardened aroused peak.