Page 31 of Ruthless Desire

Dante's eyes darken, a growl rumbling in his chest. "Have it your way, then."

His mouth crashes down on mine, stealing my breath and what's left of my sanity. The kiss is all it takes, and I arch against him, hating myself for the moan that escapes me.

"That's it," Dante purrs, releasing my wrists to roam my body. "Let me hear you, moy voron. Let me taste your surrender."

His hand skims down my side, fingertips tracing the curve of my breast through the damp lace. I gasp as he tweaks my nipple, the sensation shooting straight to my core.

"Dante," I pant, not sure if I'm begging him to stop or keep going.

He chuckles darkly, lips trailing fire down my throat. "Say it again," he commands. "Say my name like the prayer it is."

"Fuck you," I snarl, but it comes out breathy and weak.

Dante's hand dips lower, ghosting over my stomach before cupping me through my panties. I can't help the way my hips buck into his touch, seeking more friction.

"So wet for me," he murmurs, fingers stroking teasingly. "Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your mind's still catching up."

I shake my head, desperately clinging to the last shreds of my resistance. "I don't belong to anyone," I insist. "Least of all you."

Dante's eyes flash, something dark and possessive flaring in their depths. "Wrong answer, solnyshko."

Without warning, he rips my panties clean off. The cool night air hits my exposed flesh, making me shiver. But then Dante's fingers are there, hot and insistent, and I'm on fire.

"Look at you," he growls, circling my clit with maddening precision. "So responsive, so hungry for my touch. Tell me you don't want this. Tell me to stop."

I open my mouth, fully intending to do just that. But all that comes out is a broken moan as he slides two fingers inside me.

"That's what I thought," Dante says smugly, pumping his fingers in a steady rhythm. "Your cunt doesn't lie, Natalie. It's greedy for me, clenching so sweetly around my fingers."

I should be disgusted. I should be terrified. Instead, I'm arching into his touch, chasing a release I know will shatter me completely.

"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for anymore.

Dante's thumb finds my clit, rubbing tight circles as his fingers curl inside me. "Please what, moy voron? Use your words."

"I— I need—" I can barely think straight, let alone form coherent sentences.

"What do you need?" Dante presses, his movements slowing to a torturous pace. "Tell me, and maybe I'll give it to you."

I crack my eyes open, meeting his heated gaze. The hunger I see there should terrify me. Instead, it makes me burn hotter.

"You," I finally gasp out. "I need you, Dante. Please."

His answering grin is pure sin. "Good girl."

In one smooth motion, Dante sheds his boxers and positions himself at my entrance. I have a moment of clarity, a last fleeting chance to put a stop to this madness.

But then he's pushing inside me, stretching me in the most delicious way, and all thoughts of resistance fly out the window.

"Fuck," Dante groans, bottoming out. "You feel like heaven, solnyshko. Like you were made for my cock."

I can't argue, not when he fills me so perfectly. Not when every nerve ending in my body is singing with pleasure.

Dante starts to move, setting a punishing pace that has me seeing stars. Each thrust drives me higher, closer to a peak I both crave and fear.

Before I can even enjoy it, a twig snaps in the distance. Dante's head whips around, body tensing like a predator scenting danger.

"Boss?" a voice calls out. "You out here?"

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