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His lips tentatively touched mine, savoring, memorizing the feel. It was almost like we were melting into each other. He nipped my bottom lip and my body tightened under his hands. I slipped my hands under the back of his shirt to pull him closer. He groaned deep in his throat as our tongues slipped around each other.

The fire between us ascended until Dante couldn't take it. He pushed away roughly and tossed his shirt to the floor. I gasped and shoved him away to grab it.

"This is Tim Forn. You are not leaving this on the floor," I chastised. I placed it around the back of one of the chairs. Something hard pressed against my ass causing me to grip the edge of the table. He kissed down the back of my neck and over my shoulder blades while his fingers toyed with the zipper at my lower back.

"This isn't a bad position," he mumbled. I leaned forward to push against him, needing more friction. "Fuck," he hissed. I giggled. I knew what I was doing and liked having the upper hand. He grabbed my hips, pushing forward roughly and I gasped as I collapsed on top of the table. I leaned back against him, arching my back. This felt too good.

I glanced over my shoulder to see a shirtless Dante, breathing heavy. His hair had tumbled forward, across his eyes. He was becoming undone and it was breathtaking. He glanced at my dress.

"May I take the dress off?" he asked, giving a coy smile. His fingers slipped under my straps. I stood up, pulling away from him. I strutted towards the bedroom, slowly unzipping my dress. Once at the door I looked over my shoulder again. Dante's hands trembled, itching to touch me again. I gave him a wink.

"Play your cards right and you might win too, Dante," I said and then my dress dropped to the floor.

CHAPTER 9

Bedroom Interrogation

THERE ARE MANY SECRETS LURKING BEHIND CLOSED DOORS TIME TO BUST THAT SHIT OPEN.

Isat on the edge of the bed waiting for Dante. My heart was pounding against my chest. I was throwing all caution to the wind but I didn’t give a flying fuck.

Tonight was about me. I would get more answers from Dante but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy myself in the process.

He leaned against the doorway in admiration. His eyes were dark with desire and the shadows from the living room light painted him as a dark angel. He walked over, standing in front of me. I raised an eyebrow. He offered his hand. I took it, allowing him to pull me up. We both sighed in delight as our skins pressed against each other.

His hands slid up and down my body, feeling the parts that curved and dipped. He placed a soft kiss on my bare shoulder, making his way up.

"So soft," he whispered against my neck

"Lotion," I said absentmindedly. He chuckled. My hands began to dig into his skin. "It's very important. You probably use it with all chemicals you have to use when-" I froze. He cupped my face and looked into my eyes. I knew what he could see. He saw the trickle of fear in them. He saw the remembrance of what stood between us.

His lips crashed against mine. He kissed me hard as if trying to erase the thoughts. He bit down on my lip roughly, tugging. I gasped and Dante took that as an opportunity.

The second our tongues touched my body gave away slightly. He held me against him. His fingers grazed down my back with a pressure that made me shiver. It was rough, the way I secretly craved.

"Lay back, ora," he said, pushing me back. He placed one knee on the edge of the bed. He lifted my right foot and began to massage. "You were in heels for a while," he said.

I pressed the side of my face into the bed, trying not to squirm. I opened my legs wider for him. His eyes traveled down with hunger. He worked his way up my calf, changing the pressure as he watched my reaction.

"I've also caused you a lot of stress the past few days," he said, keeping his voice soft. He stopped at my knee to switch legs. He was being attentive. It bewildered me how a man could be as ferocious as a wolf and also gentle like a swan.

“Tonight I want you to let me show you how much I admire your work, your strength and beauty,” he said, whispering the sweetness against my skin. I mewled at his worship of me.

"You can go harder," I pleaded. He hummed in approval.

"Not yet, Cinderella," he said. I groaned and reached for him but he pulled my hands over my head. He was careful to keep his body from touching mine.

"Let me," he urged. I rolled my eyes. "You don't need to be in control, Lucia," he said. I squirmed as he kissed my cheek. He slipped his arm under my shoulders, pushing me further up the bed. My eyes widen at his surge of strength.

"I'm going to finish massaging your legs," he stated. He grabbed my right leg and hooked it over his shoulder. I bucked my hips, needing his fingers or his mouth on my cunt. With all the slow touches I was getting wet and it wasn’t enough. His eyes trailed over, excited.

The second he began kneading my thigh I moaned. His hands made their way slowly to the top of my thigh. He was close to where I needed him to be. My clit was throbbing. My breathing was becoming erratic with anticipation. But instead of giving me what I wanted he switched legs.

"Should I put my leg down?" I asked, looking at him, brows furrowed.

"I need your legs in this position for when I'm done massaging," he said with a devilish grin. I licked my lips.

"Well, get to it,” I said. He gave a dark chuckle, his hands working my body.

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