Page 38 of Tainted Love

I walk up the stairs to my room to find her lying naked on the bed, wearing nothing but her heels and a smile.

Definitely crazy.

But I’m not complaining.

Chapter 12

Lucy

I roll over onto my side to find Dante lying next to me. It’s barely morning yet. The world is still dark and cold outside… and he’s still here with me.

I keep waking up, thinking that it’ll be the time when I look over at his side and he’ll be gone. Off to work. Off to do whatever the hell he does while I’m not looking.

I wiggle my feet, finally regaining feeling in my toes. Tonight was intense and by intense, I mean holy fucking shit. Dante Hart. Mafia hitman. Master of my cunt.

His chest rises and falls in the dark. I look lower, my curiosity piquing as I slowly push the comforter down to his waist.

The black eyes of the cobra stare back at me. I’ve never seen it before on anyone and these mob guys are all about showing off their ink to anyone who’ll even glance in their direction. I reach out to touch it, careful not to put any pressure on his tanned skin.

Dante fidgets in the sheets. I pull my hand back but not fast enough. He snatches it out of the air and opens his eyes.

“Ms. Vaughn…” he growls.

“Sorry,” I whisper.

His lips curl as he twists his arm around me and pulls me in against him. “You’re cold,” he says.

I tremble against his warm body, feeling his taut abs against my back. His lips fall to my shoulder and they purse against my skin, sending little blasts of pleasure throughout my arms.

“Mr. Hart…”

“Yes?”

I turn my head to look at him and his lips graze my cheek. “You’re still here.”

“Where else would I be?” he asks, his warm breath tickling my skin.

“I don’t know.”

He draws me even closer to him with his strong arms. “Relax.” His lips crush mine, feeding the lingering desire still torturing my nerves. “Get some sleep.”

I kiss him back. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I do, you’ll be gone when I wake up…”

“Some might say that’s a good thing.”

“Dante—”

He bolts up and balances over me on both arms. “I love the way you say that…” He kisses me and I feel him growing hard against my thigh.

I grin. “Dante.”

His lips attack my neck, leaving hard bites on my flesh. I wince with delicious pain, aching all over as he descends beneath the sheets. He cups my breasts and pinches my nipples to life as I writhe under him, begging for him to go lower.

I moan as his stubbled face rubs between my thighs and his heavy breath strikes my folds. His rough hands push my knees farther apart so that I’m practically doing the splits on his face. He cups my ass, lifting me toward his working mouth and he tongues my clit with devious intent.

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