Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 32776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“You hadn’t called in days…”
“A huge oversight that won’t happen again.” His gaze dared me to move. “I got busy, Chloe.”
“You could’ve just—”
“For what it’s worth,” he interrupted, “you’re the only woman I’ve spent this much time with in years.”
“But—”
“Years.” He dragged his thumb along my lower lip. “And I’m done restraining myself from showing how much I like you.”
The air between us shifted.
His gaze dropped to my mouth, and I couldn’t remember why I’d been angry in the first place.
“Do you have any idea what it did to me,” he said quietly, “watching you glare at me like you hated me tonight?”
“Good,” I whispered. “Maybe now you know how I felt.”
“You shouldn’t have felt anything, Chloe…” His hand slid beneath my hair, cupping the back of my neck. “Do you know how many people I left standing out there for you?”
My pulse stumbled. “You can still go back.”
“Too late.” His mouth crashed into mine, but it wasn’t soft or careful. It was angry, possessive, and starved.
His mouth stole the air from my lungs before I could react, before I could think about anything except the way his hands were gripping my waist hard enough to bruise.
I moaned against his lips as he backed me into the glass wall again, kissing me deeper, rougher, like he’d been restraining himself for too long and finally snapped.
“Fuck…” He dragged his mouth down my throat. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Voices drifted past the dome outside, close enough to make my stomach tighten.
“Let them wonder why the glass is fogging up,” he murmured against my neck.
Heat rushed straight between my thighs, and I knew I should’ve pushed him away before this went further, but I spread my legs for him before he even asked.
His eyes darkened at the movement.
“Good girl…”
Something about hearing those words in his voice nearly destroyed me.
His hands slid slowly down my body until they reached the zipper of my dress.
“You won’t need this,” he murmured.
His fingers dragged the zipper down inch by inch, like he wanted to savor every second of uncovering me.
The dress slipped from my shoulders in a whisper of cream silk before pooling at my feet.
His gaze moved over me hungrily, like he couldn’t decide what part of me he wanted first.
My breath caught when he lifted me onto the auction table.
Every shadow moving outside the dome made my pulse spike, but he seemed completely unfazed.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, but this time the movement felt seamless—like an extension of the heat between us instead of an interruption.
His gaze never left mine while he rolled it on.
“You’re the only woman I’ve wanted near me in years,” he said again, like he needed me to understand that. “The only one.”
I swallowed hard.
Then he pulled me closer to the edge of the table and slowly slid his cock into me inch by inch.
I moaned as he buried himself deep inside me, hoping he would give me a second to breathe.
He didn’t.
He groaned low in his throat and without warning, he started thrusting inside me at a hard and punishing pace—like he was trying to fuck every ounce of jealousy and frustration out of both of us.
“Oh my God—”
“I do want you,” he said, thrusting deeper. “I wanted you from the first fucking day.”
I clawed at his shoulders as he kept driving into me, the table trembling beneath us.
“Tell me you felt it too.”
I nodded.
“No.” He grabbed my jaw, forcing my eyes back to his. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I felt it too.”
“Good fucking girl.”
The praise hit me harder than the next thrust.
My thighs tightened around his waist before I could stop them.
He bent lower, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his hand slid between my legs.
I couldn’t keep up, couldn’t think.
Couldn’t do anything except take him.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groaned against my skin. “Look at you…”
The filthy approval in his voice nearly pushed me over the edge right then.
“I tried staying away from you,” he admitted, thrusting deeper. “Tried being smart about this.”
Another thrust.
“It didn’t fucking work.” His thumb pressed against my clit while his strokes turned rougher, deeper, and suddenly my entire body locked up around him.
“Oh my God—Dante—”
He muffled my cry with his palm as pleasure ripped through me hard enough to make my vision blur.
“That’s it,” he said against my ear. “Come for me.”
I shattered beneath him.
He watched every second of it, holding my hips tighter while my body shook uncontrollably in his hands.
“Fuck…” His forehead dropped against mine as he lost rhythm for the first time all night.
The sound of his control finally cracking sent another wave of pleasure through me.
Seconds later, he stiffened hard against me and came with a low groan, holding onto me like he didn’t want to let go.