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And I lock this moment into my own memories because everything else has been ripped away from me. But I can treasure this.
Dante’s harsh breathing intensifies and I can feel his fingers digging into my hip. I’ll likely carry bruises, and just the thought has my gut filling with giddy butterflies. I circle my clit faster, press harder, imagining his marks on my skin.
I can’t help it, I fall over the cliff’s edge without warning, a light shriek clawing its way free of Dante’s hold on my neck. Shuddering, my muscles pulsing in rolling waves, I bask in the brilliant colors of my orgasm.
He can’t be faking this.
Dante might be an asshole, but I can feel the all-too-real attraction rippling between us.
It doesn’t mean I want this to last forever. I just don’t want him to treat me like shit when this is all over.
“Fuck,” Dante snarls into my mouth. “This pussy is mine until we’re done, got it?”
I bob my head, agreeing. I didn’t think I was one for possessive, manly bullshit, but it doesn’t matter. I’m not interested in anyone, anyway.
“Tell me,” he orders. “I want to hear you say it.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Dante drowns me with a kiss, smacking my hand away from my clit and replacing it with his own. He runs one long finger between my folds, slicking himself with my moisture before circling the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center.
Then he flicks it, pinches it, and works me so quickly that my legs begin to shake.
I’m a moaning mess in seconds, overwhelmed by Dante’s single-minded focus as I crash headfirst into the most intense orgasm of my life. And that includes my last one.
Dante doesn’t let up. He doesn’t even let me breathe as he covers my mouth with his, swallowing my whimpers and squeals while he chases his own release. When he pulls out, he rubs the tip of his cock where his fingers just left me, sending shockwaves through my nervous system, and I feel the warmth of his come smeared over me.
Marking me.
For now.
28
VICTORIA
Tuesday, September 17
It’s been four days since I’ve fucked my husband. It’s been radio silence ever since I thanked him in his old office.
I haven’t spoken a word to my husband since Friday.
I’ve been spiraling, filling the void with all sorts of nonsense and excuses.
I’ve rationalized it to death, trying to convince myself that what I did was totally fine, not a big deal at all. That I was just having fun. I’m attracted to him and it must be mutual to some degree or he wouldn’t have let things go that far. I got caught up in the moment…
And that’s to say nothing of the fact that I’m starting to feel like I’m losing my mind. The nagging texts from Liam are nothing I didn’t expect, but I keep feeling like I’m being watched. I could have sworn I saw Liam out of the corner of my eye when I walked to my car after class yesterday. Or when I left my dorm this morning. I feel like a rabbit being stalked by a wolf, and it’s more than disconcerting.
“Earth to Victoria,” Bailey calls, waving her hand in front of my eyes to get my attention. Startled, I nearly drop the muffin I ordered at the campus café.
“Sorry, just zoned out.”
Bailey grins. “Nah, girl, I get it. I’m just wondering what you’re going to do with your free time now that we’re down a violin professor.”
I can feel the blush staining my cheeks and I hastily look down at the table. I’m not sure how much the student body at large knows about my situation, and it’s better to play things close to the vest until I know for sure. “Oh, um,” I chew my lip to buy some time, “I haven’t really thought about it.”
My friend nods thoughtfully. “Fair, it’s a quick change. Have to admit, though, I’m glad Moretti managed not to lose his job until after the add/drop period ended.” Her eyes laugh into mine. “It’s a great excuse not to pick up another econ class like my dad wanted me to.”
I laugh, nodding my head in agreement. “Yeah, I hear that.”
