Page 16 of Tainted Love

He pumps me again, this time giving in to his own desires. He doesn’t stop. He holds me down against his bed and pistons in and out of me, breathing fast as his lips never leave my own.

Warmth bleeds from every muscle. I let it overwhelm me, riding the wave higher and higher until I can’t anymore. “Dante…”

He guides my arms above my head and entwines our fingers together. Without saying a word, he lays his head on my shoulder and rests it there while he continues the hard grind inside of me, drawing me even closer to the edge.

“Dante—!”

The climax strikes me down. My entire body quakes, feeling the rush of pleasure radiating throughout my limbs. Everything explodes, from my head all the way down to my toes, far more intense than I’ve ever experienced in my life.

He raises his head and smiles, his hips still bucking wildly. “Lucy…” he whispers my name, his voice smooth as butter.

I look into his eyes to find the stunning waves of blue looking back at me. The killer is gone. Either that or the killer has taken over me.

I push up to kiss him and he takes my face in his rough hands, holding me tight as if I could float away at any second. My knees hug his waist and I wrap my arms around him while guiding him onto his back. His thickness slides out of me as we move but I quickly maneuver him back where he belongs.

Dante lies down and watches as I take control. His eyes grow wider as I ride him, dancing on his cock like a well-practiced routine. I bob and move my hips, drawing his hands up my body to cup my breasts. His massive hands cover them completely and my nipples swell even more against his calloused palms. I grunt from the back of my throat, digging my nails into his chest as hard as I can. Still, he doesn’t even wince at the pain it brings him.

He leans his head back and groans softly at the ceiling while his hips buck to meet my bounce, pushing against my inner walls until they crumble.

“Oh, fuck — Dante!” I moan for him and he holds me together while I start to unravel on his big, thick rod.

He draws his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down as he presses his thumb against my clit again. He wags his knuckle, drawing another scream from the back of my throat, and he doesn’t stop until I’m moaning his name so loud I think my ears will bleed.

I come again, forfeiting everything for him. The moisture inside becomes a deluge raining down on his cock. He slides out of me and rests the tip against my taut navel. He marks me with a quick, sudden stream of cum, shooting thick and wet across my skin. I lower myself down and take his cock into my mouth to appease my salivating tongue.

Dante snatches my hair as I suck him dry. His warm desire sprays the back of my throat, teasing my taste buds until I’ve had my fill of him, and he goes flaccid between my teeth. I taste both of us on our tongues as we bring our lips together again.

I fall to his bed, submitting to the numbness in my thighs. Sweat bleeds off my brow. My abs burn. Everything feels so alive inside, but I can’t bring myself to move. I sense him beside me, breathing heavily into the air, his thick chest rising and falling as much as mine.

Finally, he sits up and spreads my knees again.

“Dante—”

“I have to taste you...” He licks his lips like a hungry animal standing above his dying prey.

I fall silent and bite my cheek to keep from screaming as his tongue parts my nether lips and plunges inside. A moan escapes me, drawn out by the smooth fucking of his tongue in my core.

“My god…” He moans, his voice breathy and wild. His eyes close and he rests his head against my breasts, licking his lips clean of my flavor. “You taste so…”

He doesn’t finish. I’m not sure I’d understand even if he did.

I lie still beneath his heavy weight, listening to the rhythmic sound of his breath until my eyelids finally submit to sleep.

Chapter 5

Dante

She’ll be gone by the time I get back.

I step outside with my briefcase in hand. It’s still dark, only about an hour before sunrise. I’m not much of a sleeper or else I’d stay in bed with her. Then again, Zappia’s waiting on my kill confirmation and he isn’t a man you want to keep waiting for very long.

I head for the docks. It’s a quick drive. The city isn’t quite awake yet. The roads are clear of commuters and school buses and the usual morning annoyances.

Zappia’s casino sits near the docks just west of Montrose Beach. Not exactly the place you’d expect a mafia family to do business, but I guess that’s the whole point. A little research points out that this entire area was used to smuggle alcohol during the Prohibition Era, a trade the early Zappia men were particularly famous for throughout Chicago.

“You’re late, Hart.”

Martino Zappia greets me as I step inside with a cigarette butt between his lips and a deck of cards in his hands. He leans against the metal stairwell leading up to his father’s office, casually shuffling the cards. I grit my teeth and throw on a smile. Marty’s the youngest of the family and as such, the hardest-working man in the business when it comes to earning daddy’s approval. And failing.

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