Page 87 of Tainted Love

Finally, I fall against him and he kisses me in victory.

“Jackass,” I say.

He grins. “Oh, that’s a new one. I like that.”

“How about cocksucker? Do you like the sound of that one?”

“You know I do.”

“Limp dick piece-of—”

His jaw drops. “Limp dick?”

I laugh. “Oh, have I gone too far?”

“I might have to get out the handcuffs again for that one.”

“Promise?”

Dante takes my face in his hands and pulls me back in for a hard kiss. More water tumbles over as I shift to straddle him and pin him to the edge. We hold each other in a wet embrace, passing sweet kisses back and forth. My stomach lurches as he cups my ass and quickly stands up, carrying me with him as he steps out of the tub.

Water drips off our bodies, gently tapping against the hardwood floor as he takes us down the hall to the bedroom.

* * *

Dante’s hand shoots forward, reaching for my neck.

I dodge, twisting around to land a backhanded punch to his face. It’s a glancing blow, just barely scratching his temple as he springs away. I use the short moment of imbalance to launch forward and shove him back even more, leaping vertically to kick him hard in the chest.

Dante grunts in surprise and stumbles to one knee. I stand above him, digging my feet into the floor as I pull back my hand to deliver another punch. He looks up just in time and grabs my fist, jerking me down. I grit my teeth as I fall to the floor and he moves to pin me with a smug look on his face. I perform a quick spin, taking him by surprise as he falls to his side and I force him onto his back instead.

I slam my palms against his shoulders and lean all the way down to kiss him. He holds my face, breathing hard as he laughs between kisses.

“How did I do?” I ask, righting myself on his hard waist.

“Good. Well…” He chuckles. “Usually, you wouldn’t make-out with your opponent once they’re pinned… but, yeah. Good.”

“I guess I shouldn’t kiss you ever again,” I joke. “Wouldn’t want to develop a habit for it.”

He leans up. “I think we can make an exception, just this once.”

I laugh and kiss him again, feeling the sweat on his skin.

The roar of motorcycles echoes from down the driveway outside. Dante’s brow twitches with excitement I rarely see. There’s nothing that gets him quite as excited as his siblings.

We jump off the floor and walk outside onto the porch as the two bikes park side-by-side near the house.

Dante smiles as Elijah and Lilah dismount. “Well, this is unexpected.”

Elijah pulls off his helmet and sets it on his bike. His eyes study me as he steps closer. “Ditto,” he says. “I guess I don’t have to ask how the knee is…”

“It’s fine,” I answer, performing a quick kick with my heel.

Lilah joins us and Dante’s face twitches as the large, purple bruise above her right eye comes into the light. “Do I have to ask?”

She lets out a thin growl. “No.”

“Lilah got beat up by a girl,” Elijah says, not even trying to retain his grin.

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