Page 100 of Ruthless Desire

I set her down, wedging myself between her thighs. My hands roam her body, relearning every dip and curve. Natalie moans as I nip at her neck, leaving marks that brand her as mine.

"Dante," she gasps, grinding against me. "We shouldn't – not here –"

"Why not?" I growl, hiking up her skirt. "I own every inch of this place. Every inch of you."

My fingers find her already wet, and I grin against her skin. "So eager for me, aren't you? Such a good little slut."

Natalie whimpers, torn between arousal and shame. I love reducing her to this, to pure need and want. I slide two fingers into her heat, curling them just right.

"That's it," I croon as she bucks against my hand. "Take what you need. Show me how much you want this. Want me."

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she rides my fingers, chasing her release. I drink in the sight of her – flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes dark with lust. Mine. All mine.

Just as she's about to tip over the edge, I pull my hand away. Natalie cries out in frustration, glaring at me. I smirk, bringing my fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean.

"Patience, solnyshko," I murmur. "I'm not done with you yet."

I unzip my pants, freeing my aching cock. Natalie's eyes widen, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Without warning, I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt.

We both groan at the sensation. She's tight, so fucking tight, like she was made for me. I set a punishing pace, each thrust driving us both higher.

"Look at the screens," I command, gripping her hair and forcing her to face the wall of monitors. "Look at my empire. All of this is mine. And so are you."

Natalie moans, her walls clenching around me. I know she's close, can feel it in the way she trembles.

"Come for me," I growl in her ear. "Come on my cock while you look at everything I've built. Everything I'll give you if you just submit."

That pushes her over the edge. Natalie comes with a cry, her body convulsing around me. The sight of her undone, surrounded by images of my power, is too much. I follow her into oblivion, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan.

For a moment, we stay like that, panting and intertwined. Then reality comes crashing back. I pull out slowly, savoring her whimper at the loss.

As we straighten our clothes, my phone buzzes again. Another encrypted message, this time from Enzo.

Meeting set. 1 hour. Bring the fire.

"Fuck," I mutter. Natalie looks at me questioningly, but I shake my head. "I've got to go. Business."

Her eyes narrow. "What kind of business?"

I debate lying, but decide on a partial truth. "The kind that keeps us alive and on top. I need you to stay here with Enzo. He'll keep you safe."

"Like hell," Natalie snaps, fire blazing in her eyes. "I'm not some damsel in distress, Dante. I can handle myself."

God, I love it when she gets feisty. Makes me want to bend her over and fuck her all over again. But there's no time.

I grab her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "I know you can, solnyshko. But this isn't up for debate. You stay here, where it's safe. Where I know nothing can touch what's mine."

She jerks away, fury written across her face. "I don’t like this," she hisses. "I'm not some collector’s item you can lock away."

I laugh, dark and humorless. "Oh, but you are. Every inch of you belongs to me, Natalie. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be."

Before she can argue further, I pull her in for a bruising kiss. She fights it for a moment before surrendering, like always. When I pull back, we're both breathing hard.

"I'll be back soon," I promise, stroking her cheek. "Be good for me, okay?"

Natalie doesn't respond, but I can see the conflict in her eyes. Part of her wants to fight, to run. But a bigger part – the part that craves what only I can give her – is winning.

I leave her there, knowing Enzo will keep her safe. As I head to the garage, my mind races with plans and contingencies. Sergei and Nazarov think they can outmaneuver me? They're about to learn why I'm the king of Accel fucking city.

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