Page 13 of Tainted Love

Dante’s victorious eyes never leave mine.

Oh, no.

I touched him.

Chapter 4

Lucy

Dante lays his hand on my throat, drawing me against him while shoving me back against the archway. I gasp as his fingers dig into the sides of my neck and he leans in until his body is flush with mine.

“Look at me,” he whispers.

I realize that my eyes are closed. I force them open and I flinch at the look in his midnight eyes, full of lust and sinister intent.

Christ, what have I done?

“Remember…” Dante rests the tip of his nose against my cheek and draws a warm line toward my ear. “You chose this,” he says, his lips grazing my earlobe.

I shiver but it’s more than fear crawling beneath my skin.

He kisses me, stealing my breath away without even trying. It’s hard and fast, almost as if he truly believes it’s the last kiss he’ll ever take.

Dante’s glass clatters to the floor and I feel his other hand reach around to my ass. He squeezes me hard, pinching me until it hurts. I yelp in pain, but it mixes with a moan I can’t deny. His tongue fills my mouth. His bulge digs into my hip. He holds me like his own personal hostage but, as my body responds to his touch, I can’t argue with his words.

I chose this.

I lay a hand on his wrist near my throat. He breaks his kiss to look at me, breathing hard as I put a little pressure on his hand. To my surprise, he loosens his grip and lets me guide his touch. I move his hand downward and set it against my breast instead.

Dante watches me, his dark eyes full of amusement. He massages my breast and I feel my nipple grow taut in my blouse. A light moan teases my throat. I rest my hands on his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt as I reach up to cup his face.

I pull him down, unable to resist another kiss.

He presses my back harder against the wall. I hop up and wrap my legs around his waist. We push off and he carries me to the stairs in the foyer, our lips blending the entire time.

We travel upward slowly, climbing one step at a time, fumbling with ravenous hands and dizzy kisses. Finally, Dante lets me drop and he forces me onto my back on the stairs. It digs into my spine, but I merely purr as he parts my knees and settles his body between them.

Dante grabs my blouse and tears it apart. The buttons pop free and clack against the wooden stairs beneath us. He cups my exposed breasts, pinching them together as he laves my cleavage with his tongue and nibbles my flesh.

My moans echo up the staircase. Every swipe of his tongue across my skin brings even more painful agony between my thighs. It throbs harder the closer he gets, and I can tell he takes great pleasure in teasing me. His teeth drag along my thick nipple, bringing it to life against his tongue. I twinge in pain, unable to wait any longer, and reach for his belt.

Dante pulls back and lets me tug it free. He stares with a cool smirk on his lips like he always knew we’d end up like this. I’d disagree if I could do anything other than imagine what his semen tastes like.

I open his zipper and gasp, taken back by the sizable bulge hidden inside his briefs. He guides my chin up and his thumb swipes against my bottom lip. He pushes it between my teeth, his eyes telling me what he wants me to do with it. I wrap my lips around his knuckles and suck. My tongue twitches, immersed in the flavor of his skin, preparing for something far larger than his digit.

I wrap my short fingers around his shaft and a breathy exhale escapes his lips. I lean forward and he slides his thumb out of my mouth, wiping my spit along my lips before settling on the back of my neck. I pull his briefs down and his manhood falls free, standing on end between us with a glistening tip.

His grip digs into my hair to pull me closer he forces his cock into my mouth.

My tongue explodes, reacting to his salty, sweet nectar. I lick it clean, only to entice even more out of him. He groans above me and I feel his body go stiff. I close my eyes, relishing in him as I work him in and out of my lips, sucking so hard my cheeks cave against his thick tip.

I flick my eyes upward to catch his face in the shadows. Sweat has broken on his brow. His jaw hangs open and his tongue lingers between his lips. He’s expecting me to stop, or perhaps choke on him, but I let him slide deeper into my throat.

His brow twitches in surprise, yet again underestimating me.

I clamp my lips around him and suck even harder. He flexes his jaw and closes his eyes, deep pleasures radiating throughout his trembling core. When he opens them again, I see the challenge in his dark blue eyes.

He slides out of my mouth and I gasp for air as he grabs me off the stairs. His kiss shakes me again, stealing the breath I so desperately need but still I hear myself laughing in his arms. I feel completely weightless. He barely even flexes as I settle against him, wrapping my knees around his waist with my tongue back in his mouth where it belongs.

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