Page 14 of Tainted Love

Dante tosses me onto a bed and reaches for my jeans with his eyes fixed on mine. He scratches my thighs as he pulls them down to my ankles, drawing even more pain into my body to combat the rising tide of pleasure. I push back toward the pillows as he hooks my knees and throws them over his shoulders. I bend to his will and I catch the twinkle in his eye as he wonders how flexible I really am. I smirk at him, silently daring him to test me, but he looks down at my pink folds instead.

He glides his tongue down my taut belly, tasting my skin, inching closer and closer to my slit. I bite my tongue, trembling with each touch. I reach for the pillow beneath my head and curl my fingers into fists, latching onto it to keep myself steady.

Dante’s breath teases my thighs as he kisses down to my knees. My quads quiver with anticipation. He feels it and looks at me with those devious eyes, refusing to give me the pleasure I so desperately want. His tongue parts his lips above my swollen bud but he refuses to appease me.

“Say it…”

My voice catches in my throat. “What?”

“My name.”

I grit my teeth, overwhelmed by knee-jerking rebellion. “No.”

He slides a fingertip along my closed, wet folds. “Lucy…”

I bite my cheek, fighting against my back as it attempts to arch off the bed. “Mr. Hart…” I say.

He digs his sharp teeth into my thigh with playful frustration. “Say it or I’ll make you scream it.”

I try to breathe deeper, but the air rattles my insides. I dig my nails into the pillow in defiance. If I give in, he owns me.

“No—”

Dante tosses my legs off his shoulders as he reaches for his tie. He loosens it with a quick tug and flicks his shirt buttons free with his eyes focused on me. His abs peek out from underneath and I quiver with a fresh, desirable urge. I can’t look away from his body as he slides his shirt off and tosses it to the floor.

I gasp at the black tattoo on his chest, curling between his pecs all the way down to his navel.

A cobra.

He leans forward and I feel his hard cock knock against my beckoning slit. “Lucy…” he whispers, his lips teasing mine. “Do you have any idea what I could do to you?”

I keep silent, unable to give an answer.

“Lucy.”

“Do it,” I dare.

He smiles with surprise and grips my wrists to pull them above my head with his tie in one hand. I lurch with fear as he latches my hands to the wooden spokes of the headboard with quick expertise.

“Wait—”

“Shh,” he warns with smiling lips. He kisses me again, this time soft and slow. Almost romantic.

“Just say my name and I’ll untie you.”

I furrow my brow, refusing to give in to his game. He stares me down, studying my face for any tells I may have, wondering how far he’ll have to bend me before I break.

“After you, Mr. Hart,” I say.

Dante moves without hesitation, forcing my legs back up onto his shoulders. I focus on the pleasure inside of me as his huge cock pushes against my aching crevice. He takes it in hand and touches the firm tip to my clit, firing shock waves throughout my body with each quick rub.

He reaches down to slide his thumb into my mouth again. I bite down hard to see the pain in his eyes. Instead, he smiles at me as if I’m incapable of hurting him at all.

“Lucy…” he says with laughter on his breath. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

He pulls his thumb away and slides the moisture down my chin, leaving a long trail downward between my breasts and along my belly.

I writhe beneath him, sparks igniting along my skin wherever he touches me. His thumb finally settles on my mound, reaching deep between my thighs to lie against my vibrating clit. I press my lips together to try and hide my moan but it’s no use. Every purposeful flick of his thumb brings me closer to letting go. He pushes down, sliding slowly between my wet folds and sets his thumb against my dripping entrance. My back arches off the bed and I bite my tongue to keep from begging him to be inside of me.

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