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I kneel down before her and shove the end of her dress up.

Gabriella stares down at me with wide eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I’m taking what I want when I want.”

And there’s no one who can stop me.

CHAPTER 10

Gabriella

Iwatch in disbelief as Dante lifts my dress. When his hands touch my thighs, arousal courses through my body. No man has ever touched me there. No man has ever been allowed to be that close to that part of my body.

But Dante is taking what he wants, and I won’t stop him.

I’ve been dreaming of him for the past year. It’s high time I’m finally touched properly.

His fingers brush the edge of my panties, making me jump. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time,” he says in a low voice.

It’s then I remember we’re in a dressing room in the middle of a clothing store. Anyone can hear us. I have to be quiet, which only makes this interaction more thrilling.

He rips my panties down my legs, and a soft gasp escapes me. Dante and I have barely even kissed, and now he’s looking at my naked pussy. It’s wild and crazy, and I’m living for it.

Dante takes a moment to look at me, making me bold and nervous. Does he like what he sees? Surely, he does. I’ve always been complimented for my beauty. But no man has seen this part of me before. God, what if I’m ugly down there?

When his fingers touch my sensitive folds, I almost let out a scream. My legs buckle, and Dante has to keep me standing up.

He chuckles. “Feel good?” He rubs his finger against my bundle of nerves. It feels so amazing I can barely even think straight. My legs press together, trapping his hand between them.

I drop my head back against the door, closing my eyes.

“No,” he growls. “I want you to look at me as I go down on you.”

My eyes snap back open. “Go down on me?”

He smirks before he removes his hand from between my legs and parts my legs. He brings my left leg over his shoulder. Then, while keeping his eyes locked with mine, he presses his mouth right onto my pussy.

A surprised moan leaves my mouth, and I have to press my hands over my lips to keep myself from making more sound. We cannot get caught. The last thing I want is to get caught.

Dante slowly—oh so slowly—captures my clit between his lips. He licks and sucks at it, driving me crazier. My body feels electric like it’s alive in a way it’s never been before. I’m tingling. I’m going insane. I’m free.

“Feel good?” he says against my folds.

I flush. For a moment, I almost forgot what was happening as I got caught in the pleasure of it. “It could be better,” I manage to say.

“Then I’ll make it better.” He resumes licking and kissing all along my pussy. Every time his tongue sweeps across my sensitive skin, I think I won’t be able to stand, but there’s Dante holding me up.

Then his tongue does something shocking. It presses against my entrance. I never even knew someone could do this to another person. That someone would even want to.

Dante catches my gaze again before he inserts his tongue into me. I gasp out a moan. I’m really trying to be quiet, but it’s so freaking hard. The idea we could be caught at any moment lights my body on fire. This is risky, and I love it.

He grips my thighs tighter. The feeling of his hands on my thighs is exhilarating. God, I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure before. Sure, I’ve touched myself, but it was never like this.

This is new. This is exciting. This is thrilling.

I never want it to end.

But then my orgasm hits me, and I’m awash with pleasure. Dante continues to kiss and lick at my folds after he brings his tongue out of me. He doesn’t stop until my orgasm has passed and I’m slumped against the door, unable to stand.

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