Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 127249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
He cups my breast and flicks his thumb over my nipple. “Aren’t you going to ask where I’ve been?”
I give him a hard look. “Ulysses told me. You met with the pakhan.”
If he thinks I’m going to demand who he’s taken to lunch, he doesn’t know me very well. I won’t become a sobbing, insecure woman groveling for scraps of reassurance at his feet. I’ll never lower myself to that level. I’m worth more than that. If he won’t tell me of his own accord, I’ll find out for myself. And if he’s gone back to his old habits, I won’t be staying, even if it breaks me to leave. I deserve better.
He lowers his head and kisses my neck. “Not that meeting.” He nips the tender spot before sucking away the sting. “Go ahead. Ask me. I know you want to.”
I try to push him away. “You know nothing.”
“You’re angry.” He lifts his head and stares at me with victory burning like golden flames in his eyes. “Jealous? Admit it.”
“I’m not the one who needs to admit anything, Dante.”
“So proud,” he mutters, pressing a butterfly-soft kiss on my lips. “I’ve always fucking loved that about you.”
“Stop fooling around.”
I try to duck under his arm, but he blocks the movement.
“Not until you admit you’re seeing green through those gorgeous eyes.” He bites down on the tingling skin behind my ear, making me shiver again. “Go on. Say it. You wish you could hurt me, don’t you?”
I turn my face away. “You’re going to leave marks.”
“That’s my intention. I want to show the world that you’re taken.” He sucks on my skin again and swirls his tongue around it. “That you’re mine.”
I look back at him, meeting his gaze.
“Go ahead,” he coaxes. “Ask me. Tell me the truth. Tell me that it’s eating you up inside, and I’ll tell you the truth in turn.”
I clench my teeth. “I’m tired of your games. Let me go.”
He dips his hand in my shorts, under the waistband of my panties, and slides two fingers inside me. “Not until you’re honest with yourself.”
The stretch steals my breath. A gasp escapes my lips when he curls his fingers. Pleasure coils through my lower body as he presses a thumb on my clit. Instead of shoving him away as I should, I grip his shoulders for balance.
He brushes the hair from my face with his free hand and strokes my cheek in a gentle caress as he gives me cruel words intent on destroying me. “I own you, Tatiana Morici, body and soul. You can lie to yourself and pretend it doesn’t matter, but you can never lie to me.”
He pumps in and out, destroying me a little more with each stroke that brings me closer to the edge. Once more, Dante is in control, and I’m lost in him. Everything I thought I’d gained this morning is gone, turned into dust, and he’s never felt farther away from me.
“Dante,” I cry out, begging him to stop this sweet torture, but my husband has always had a will of his own.
He pulls his fingers out and hooks them into the elastic of my underwear. Going down on his knees, he brings the shorts and the panties with him until they’re pooling around my feet. And lost as I am, I step out of them and allow him to push my feet apart.
He digs his fingers into the curve of my hips and buries his face between my legs. I tense when he grazes my clit with his teeth. The sharp nip he delivers has me crying out again, and then my back arches from the pleasure as he licks and sucks until my whole body bows under his will and I come with a violent moan.
Gripping my ass cheeks, he holds me in place while he ravishes me with his tongue and teeth. He parts my folds between his fingers and licks around them before shoving his tongue deep. Aftershocks rack my body. I’m barely aware of reality. Everything else burns away. All that’s left is the heat and pleasure.
He straightens slowly, kissing my belly and curves through my clothes. Then he pushes up my top and bites into the swell of my stomach before delivering sharp nips to my breasts. I never thought something so animalistic could feel so good. The carnal way in which he devours me already has me desperate for release again. He leaves marks as far as he goes, turning my skin purple with lingering, sucking kisses.
A part of me loves his marks on me. I revel in his possession and the knowledge of belonging, but a voice in the back of my head warns me that vows can be broken. A ring and a promise can mean so little in the end.