Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
For a brief second, Dante freezes. Not for long, but long enough for the wave to crest just short of the target. My climax is still earth-shattering, and it sucks the last of my energy, but Dante refuses to relent. He toys with my clit and licks up the remnants of my arousal until I free-fall into orgasmic bliss for the third time this evening.
I can barely lift my head when he scoots off the bed. He stands at the foot, then lowers his eyes to my naked form, his eyes flickering with the memories rolling through his head.
“Show me.” His voice is thick, and it shreds through worry when he says, “Show me what we did that night.”
Even though I’m exhausted, both mentally and physically, I lower my hand to my pussy. When I roll my clit between my thumb and index finger, every muscle in Dante’s body pulls taut. God, he’s a beautiful man. His body is pure perfection, and his cock, even hidden by designer trousers, is awe-inspiring.
I should be embarrassed touching myself in front of him, but I’m not. Who would feel something as weak as humiliation when you’re being stared at like you’re everything?
Wanting to give Dante an accurate representation of the night he busted me touching myself, I lower my eyes to the crotch of his pants and lick my lips. He follows the deviant movie in my head to a tee. He strokes his cock through his trousers while slowly stepping forward.
“Did you come?” he asks, his voice husky with arousal.
I nod before adding words to the mix. “Yes. With your guidance.”
His growl hits every one of my hot buttons. “Then do that now. Make yourself come.”
“Okay.” I wet two fingers before breaching them past the opening of my pussy. As my thumb circles my clit, I return my eyes to Dante’s crotch. Like the first time we did this, he’s no longer stroking his cock through his trousers. It’s thrusting in and out of his circled fist in rhythm to the frantic throbs of my clit. “Oh…”
“Eyes, Lucia. Keep them open.”
My mouth falls open, and I gasp when he moves close enough for our thrusting arms to touch. My wildest dream is coming true again, and it takes everything I have to stave off another orgasm.
“Oh god. I’m… I’m…”
Intense pleasure radiates through me when Dante’s cock exposes that he’s as close to the edge as I am. The veins feeding his girthy length pulsate as the crown is swamped with pre-cum.
“Dante…”
He watches every breathless squirm rocketing through my body, fighting not to turn his eyes to the door. It’s closed.
A lack of privacy is the cause of his fret. It’s his memories slowly seeping back in.
He knows what happened that night. He just refuses to let those secrets burn us at the stake for the second time.
He’s putting me first.
Chapter 33
Dante
Memories flood my head. They’re intense and confusing. One moment, my cock pulses with the desire to be deep inside Lucia’s sultry heat. The next, I’m back in Anna’s hotel room, glass in hand, sweating under the heat of Carmela’s cunning smile.
I tossed back the drink she’d made me, and then… nothing.
A blank stretch of time I blamed on stress because it was easier than admitting I’d been played for a fool.
Now I remember.
Parts of my night are still blurry, but one fact clearly stands out amid the chaos.
Carmela drugged me.
That fucking bitch tainted my drink, risking my chance of gaining full custody of both my daughter and Lucia’s heart.
The dangerous game she’s playing detonates inside me, hot and violent. All I see is red. I want to tear through walls and drag her out of Carlisle by the strands on her abhorrent head before burying her corpse where it’ll never be found.
I’m furious in an unhinged way. My blood is too hot, and my vision blurs at the edges, but I force myself to breathe because, given how much I want to hunt her down right now and make her pay for every second she stole from me, there’s something… no, someone more important who needs my utmost devotion right now.
Lucia withers beneath me. Her hair is still damp from the shower, and her eyes are heavy with lust and another word she’s too afraid to share right now.
I almost lost her, so even though I won’t rest until Carmela regrets thinking she could manipulate me, she won’t get what’s coming to her until I’m finished here.
Tonight, Lucia comes first.
Tonight, I choose her.
And I’m never letting her go.
My cock twitches as I peer down at Lucia. She’s breathless and red-faced. Dark rings circle her eyes, and her lips are dry and kiss-swollen, but she is still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
When she reaches up for me instead of pulling away like she usually does, I weave my fingers through her damp hair and collide our mouths. As our tongues duel, Lucia finishes undoing my belt, unclasps the button of my trousers, then slides down the zipper.