Page 58 of Under His Protection

Romeo? Why’d they mention his name?

“And Franco, too,” the second man said. “But I swear to God Dante ran up here.”

Dante narrowed his eyes, watching me as he listened. His fingers slipped out of my mouth slowly, and with the exit, he pushed my tongue down until he released me completely. I licked my lips, beholden to staring right back up at him.

“Was the woman with him?” Brooklyn asked. “She’s been glued to his side all night. I guess it makes sense that she’d go wherever he went.”

I gaped at Dante, stunned and terrified that they were talking about us. That they were talking about me. I didn’t belong here. I was the odd woman out. I was the stranger amongst the Mafia regulars who were all familiar with each other. I didn’t fit in, and I didn’t understand why or how they’d target me.

Because I was seen with Dante? But it’s all supposed to be a damn act!

Dante tilted his head to the side, narrowing his eyes as he watched me basically freak out.

“Yeah, that bitch ran up here with him,” the second man replied.

I nearly gasped out loud, frightened with this confirmation of men seeking me out. Pressing my hand to my mouth, I muffled any sound. The last thing I wanted to do was give away our location. But as I lay there, stuck on Dante’s dick, I was enveloped in complete terror. Tears burned in my eyes as I considered the threat creeping up on me. All I wanted to do was survive, and I’d done so by getting away from Ricky and the bikers who wanted to take me to Reaper. Now, I felt like I was back to square one, facing more danger, just for being near Dante.

I couldn’t win, and the crushing, overwhelming defeat stung.

Dante shook his head, sensing that I was close to crying, sniffling, or making a noise. Keeping one hand on my hip, he dragged his thick length out of me.

I locked down on the sensations, confused and shocked that he’d… that he’d keep going! Those men were mere feet away, talking about chasing after us, and it couldn’t be for any peaceful or amicable reasons. And he wanted to continue fucking me?

I widened my eyes at him, trying to convey that he shouldn’t.

He lifted his finger to his closed lips in the universal gesture to be silent. Then he lowered his hand to my other hip. As his fingers dug into my skin, he slowly and steadily thrust back into me.

It was too much. He was so thick, so long, and with an extra shove upward, he gave my clit friction that drove me insane. I swallowed down a moan of pleasure, stuck on him and wanting more. Despite the need to be quiet, I needed more. I yearned for all he’d give me.

It felt too good. Too right. And as he slowly slid in and out, taking his time at an agonizingly slow pace, I closed my eyes and tried to withstand the slow buildup toward an orgasm.

“We’re going to have to hang out up here until one of them shows,” Brooklyn said, complaining about their fate.

I opened my eyes, alarmed. Dante hardened his face into a more serious expression of determination and moved his hand over. His finger rubbed around my clit, stimulating that bunch of nerves, and I bit down hard on my lower lip to remain silent.

It was torture. Exquisite, perfect torture to be captive under this man’s wickedly steady but unrushed touch. I wanted to grip his forearms and urge him to rock into me hard and fast again, making the table’s legs scrape on the smooth floor. I debated how dangerous it would be to lead his hands to my breasts and show him how I wanted his touch and caress there.

The second guy in the hallway groaned. “I know. We can’t fail. We got our orders, and there’s no room for any mistakes.”

“If we don’t bring that Nina bitch in, if we can’t kidnap her, we’re fucked.”

My mouth hung open. Fear spliced me, severing the ties to the desire Dante encouraged me to savor and experience like this. So taboo and wrong.

At the mention of someone wanting to kidnap me, my blood turned cold. My heart raced faster, and the instinct of fight or flight kicked in with a rush of adrenaline.

Dante shook his head and repositioned his hands. He shoved three fingers of his left hand into my mouth, but he used his right hand to grab my breast, hard. As he pistoned his dick roughly but slowly into me, he pumped his fingers into my mouth. It was his fingers on my nipples that really brought me back to focus.

He wanted me to focus on him. I understood it. He was trying to distract me from the danger within the conversation being held right behind him, and it worked. Mercilessly, he filled my mouth and pounded into my cunt. With the bonus of his fingers on my aching nipple, I knew I wouldn’t last.

Before I could come, so close to the pending explosion and release of all that pent-up tension, the second guy’s voice filtered through the haze of desire that Dante instilled in me.

“Vanessa needs her out of the way so she can have Constella like she wants.”

No!

Dante scowled, focusing on me as he rocked his hips to fill me over and over. At that man’s claim, though, he tugged at my nipple so hard, it lent me the right dose of pain that rippled into sweet pleasure.

“Fuck. We can’t just stand around here,” Brooklyn complained. “Let’s walk around this level and then check up on the other side of the building.”

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