Page 14 of Under His Protection

And wanted.

I inhaled through my nose, caught off guard with how suddenly he’d crushed his lips to mine. One second, I was battling through the humiliation of admitting to this successful and rich man that my brother had stooped so low as to lose me in a bet to a criminal. The next, he was thrusting his velvety and demanding tongue into my mouth and making me both gasp and moan.

I grunted, unable to form words, and he pulled back, out of breath and staring at me with urgency. “Play along,” he ordered again before he dove back in and kissed me harder. His hot lips brushed back and forth as he sought a deeper angle. Then his tongue slid inside to steal my taste, exploring without patience.

With need. Hell, the idea of this guy wanting me… It was crazy, nonsense, but I did as he told me to. Getting over the shock of his actions, I surrendered to his impulsive idea and tried to play along. I kissed him back. I threaded my fingers up into his thick back hair as I held on to his neck. And I arched my back to promise this kiss wouldn’t end, not even for air.

“Act like you want it,” he growled, misinterpreting my fidgeting as an attempt to squirm free.

Escaping him was the last thing on my mind. Even if those bikers weren’t parking nearby and talking loudly, I wouldn’t have dared to cease this shocking kiss.

Dante ground against me, forcing me to hook my legs wider apart and higher. It didn’t seem to be enough for him. He lowered his arms to cup my ass cheeks.

“Make them think twice about interrupting,” he whispered into my ear before he trailed his wet, hot lips along my neck.

The second his fingers slipped under the elastic of my panties, I cried out. Those hard, callused fingertips stroked so damn close to my pussy, and I couldn’t help but thrust my hips toward him.

“Yeah, like that. Show them who’s got you,” he urged, every word dark and filthy with gritty seduction.

I whimpered as he dipped his fingers into the juices he caused to leak from me. I was slick, slippery, and too warm with arousal as he sucked at my neck. Alternating between kissing and biting, then licking away the sting, he ground against me and eased his fingers into my wetness.

As soon as he curled his fingers, moving higher to find my clit, I let my mouth hang open as I groaned.

“Fuck, Nina. Just like that. Let me hear it.” He sucked on my earlobe as he rubbed circles around my needy bud. “Louder.”

I didn’t hold back. I couldn’t. Common sense was gone. I wasn’t capable of replying, much less thinking. All I could do was hold on as he slid his fingers back to my entrance, grinding his body against mine for much-needed friction.

With the first touch of his kiss, he’d lit me on fire. A sweet, addicting tension built within me, harder and faster, until I was panting with the rush to just come.

“Dante!”

He pushed me to burst apart. One quick thrust of his fingers deep inside me did the trick. His thumb unerringly rubbing around my clit pushed me further. Waves upon waves of relief fled my body, and as I shook and trembled through the bliss that burned so bright, I clung to him. My arms went weak, heavy with fatigue as I kept them draped over his shoulders. Quivering and clumsy, my thighs remained cinched around his waist.

My pulse slowed. My breath came easier. All while he kissed along my jawline, tender, more deliberate presses of his wicked mouth. I leaned against him, limp and drugged with an orgasm I couldn’t have counted on.

In the distance, the roar of the bikes faded. They’d driven off, and belatedly, past the fog of desire, I realized what he’d done. What his game was.

He’d wanted me to play along with this little show of… of…

I shoved at his shoulder, getting his attention. “What the hell was that?” Still, I struggled to catch my breath. The way he grinned, looking at my wet, parted lips, filled me with a dose of smugness that I had no right to feel.

“I was showing them that you were otherwise preoccupied.” He squeezed my ass, guiding me to lower my legs until I shakily stood between him and his car. Once I was on my feet, he moved his hands lower to fix his pants and zip back up. I’d been so blinded and surprised that I hadn’t registered him unzipping and letting his pants hang lower.

From the bikers’ perspective and the shadows blanketing this lot between tall buildings, it probably looked like Dante was fucking me against the car.

“You…” I lowered my gaze, taking in the prominent bulge of his erection tenting his pants. He hadn’t lowered his boxers. He didn’t actually fuck me, but he sure had given them a show.

I raised my hands to cover my face. It wasn’t shame making my cheeks burn. Not only shame, at least. But I was out of my comfort zone, still acclimating to how quickly this had happened.

Playing along. Pretending to be fucked against the car. But also… coming so hard and quickly like that.

“Why…” I exhaled hard, staring up at him. “Why did you?—”

He groaned, leaning in closer to lose his grin against my mouth. With this kiss, he hedged replying, but I couldn’t care. I fisted the front of his shirt, blown away by how much I wanted him, still wanted him, despite just coming.

“To get them to leave you alone,” he replied.

Oh, and the erection in your pants is nothing but a side effect of your heroism? I wasn’t sure if I was more upset that he wouldn’t admit he wanted me just as badly or that he’d done something so stupid and rash like that. While I’d never take it back, I’d never regret coming like that, I was quicker to consider the ramifications of what just happened.

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