Page 13 of Diamond Fortress

He does like a challenge, after all.

“You heard me. Until you get rid of her, you won’t taste my pussy again.” There’s a purr in my voice, the siren coming out to plan and absolutely loving this game.

She lives for this kind of payback. “You won’t fuck me. Won’t come inside of me.”

“Delilah. I spend every night in your bed.” His words aren’t angry, but surprised, maybe? Shocked? Confused, definitely.

But he still has that goddamned smile.

“And until she’s gone, you’ll be spending those nights with me in one of my old-lady muumuus, falling asleep very much unsatisfied.” His smile widens and I know then.

I know it’s game fucking on.

“Baby. You won’t last a night.”

“You wanna bet?” He stares at me for a long moment, taking in my face, and I think he sees how serious I am about this.

That I won’t be fucking him until he cuts that woman off.

The reality is, I know in my heart of hearts that if I were to tell Dante it was a hard no for me, if I stood my ground and said I needed her gone and didn’t turn it into some crazy challenge he can’t resist, he would stop it with her.

The man is crazy for me after all.

He would do anything I asked just because it was me asking.

But a part of me—a sick, fucked in the head, toxic one—finds the idea kind of exciting.

Who will crack first?

“Fine. Game on, baby,” he says, moving back and taking a step to the closet. I grab his wrist before he can leave, stepping forward and wrapping my naked body around his.

“I won’t make it easy on you. I’m going to make it so fucking hard for you, honey. Give you some initiative to cut her off and do it fast.”My voice is husky and low. The siren is out for blood.

“Lilah . . .” His voice is deep and growly, and he’s probably already on the verge of losing our little game.

I step back.

I’m liking the idea of this already. I want to see how long we can last.

This relationship has been based in physical connection since the beginning. What happens if that’s gone? What happens if we go to high school rules, if we take the sex out of it?

“Gotta get ready, Dante. You gonna dress me?” He rolls his eyes but smiles still, taking me to my closet and picking a long-sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans out for me.

“By the way, Teresa wants to take you shopping sometime soon. Get something for the engagement party. I’ll give you my card.”

“I have my own money, Dante,” I say as I pull a lacy thong up my legs, even though technically, that is money I earned working for him.

“You’ll take my card. Spend whatever you need to make me absolutely miserable, seeing you and knowing I can’t touch you until we’re alone.” I smile, ideas rolling through my mind. “Or, I guess, until you break.”

“Me, break?” I say with a smile. “I think not.”

“We’ll see. Either way, I expect you to put on a fashion show for me when you get back. I want to see everything you pick out.” He tugs me close as I snap my bra on, sliding his hands under the lace at the hips of my thong and pressing his lips to mine.

“Oh, honey. You have no idea what kind of misery I’m about to put you through, do you?” I say with a smile against his lips.

“Give me your worst,” he says, and minutes later, he’s out the door.

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