Page 88 of Bound in Debt
His grip on me tightens a bit. “Would you scream, princess?”
“I’d definitely want to feel it later.”
A mirthless chuckle rumbles from his throat and it licks up my skin, causing goosebumps to pebble along my heated flesh. “I knew you’d be trouble eventually. You couldn’t wait to get me here, could you? All these little outfits you wear?—”
“You say that like I dress with you in mind.”
“You had me in mind when you strode into my office just now, didn’t you?” he counters. “I know exactly what you’re up to, princess. I’m just not the man that’s going to chase you.”
I frown because that’s not what this is. I might have been lucky enough to be born into a family with more money than they know how to spend, but I like to think I’m not the entitled brat he keeps saying I am. This isn’t about manipulation. It’s not about getting my way at any cost—if it was, there’s no way I’d be married right now.
And I wouldn’t have a mob after me either.
“Don’t pout,” Dante orders, still wearing his smirk. “You get an A for effort. You definitely get an A for this thank you, too.”
His words sting, even when I tell myself they shouldn’t matter. I can’t stop him from thinking I’m like all the other girls at Thronewood who take what they want and damn the consequences because they know their daddies will bail them out.
I know that’s not me.
I may not be the most serious student, or the most perfect person—I’ve certainly made my share of stupid mistakes—but I don’t go through life expecting my parents to clean up after me.
My body shifts without my effort, and before I can blink I’m lifted in the air, Dante’s palms on my ass. Instinctively, I wrap my thighs around his waist as he plops me on top of the desk and leans over, caging me in his arms.
“I want to thank you for helping me get out of this mess, princess. It’s not every day some random woman marries me.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help my small grin. “Yeah, yeah. Kinda had no choice.”
“Ouch,” he mutters, as if I truly managed to hurt him. As if he gives a shit about how I feel. “You know I’m not saying any of this to be a dick, right? It’s just reality. This isn’t going to last.”
“I know where we stand,” I reply with a lift of my chin. “You don’t have to coddle me.”
Dante lifts a brow.
This guy…
I’ve gotten into my feelings and I blink quickly to get my game face back in place. This isn’t the time or the place for emotional baggage.
Dante and I are a team, period, end of sentence. Our shared goal is to deliver my trust fund to some sleazy mob boss so neither of us dies.
However, I’m not totally sure that this is going to stop even after we pay the debt. That they’re not going to want more. I’ve never been involved with the mob before, but Angelo doesn’t seem like the type to walk away if he thinks there’s more money to be had.
Dante strokes my cheek, the gentle touch at odds with the harsh demand of his dick buried balls-deep inside me. “I’m serious, princess. I’m going to walk away. From Angelo, from you…”
“Same.” I slightly shake my head. “You think I’m about to cry.” I stick out my tongue playfully to put the lie to that idea.
He smiles at me, but I don’t revel in it. No matter how you look at it, he’s just like any other man with commitment issues. But I’m not going to count on him changing his mind. I know what this is, and I refuse to become collateral damage when we try to put an end to this whole mess.
“You’d be so beautiful if you cried,” Dante mutters, threading his thick fingers through my hair. “And I’m a lucky bastard to be inside you right now.”
I can’t help but lose myself to the intensity in his eyes. This man built a wall around himself, an impenetrable fortress shielding his thoughts and emotions. His life hasn't been an easy one, but he still gave up his chance to save himself in order to make sure he saved me, too. I can't ignore that kind of sacrifice.
I only want to show how appreciative I am.
His gaze falls to my lips when his hips retreat before thrusting forward and filling me again. His cock has been inside me this whole time, but I’ve lost the thread of the moment and am no longer drowning in my own desire. I’ve talked about too much shit, shit that would have been better left unsaid.
“Come here, princess,” he orders, dragging me forward so that I’m almost flush with his chest. “Spread your legs wider for me.”
My obedience is mindless, almost robotic, and I wait to see what he wants from me next. He never takes his eyes off my face, even with my pussy spread wide for his use.
