Page 50 of Ruthless Desire

"Do you feel that?" he growls, his voice rough. "Feel how much I want you? How much I need to claim you?"

I moan around him, the vibrations making him shudder. He pulls out suddenly, and I gasp for air, my lips swollen and slick with saliva.

In one fluid motion, he lifts me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the bedroom. Dante unbinds me before he tosses me onto the massive bed, and I bounce slightly, my breath catching as I watch him strip.

Dante's body is a work of art, all lean muscle and dangerous grace. Tattoos cover the scars marring his olive skin, each one a reminder of the violent world he inhabits. My mouth goes dry as my gaze travels lower, taking in the impressive length of his cock, already hard and straining towards his stomach.

He stalks towards me, every inch the predator. "See something you like, little raven?"

I nod, unable to form words as he settles between my thighs. His cock slides through my folds, gathering my wetness, and I tilt my hips, silently begging him to fill me.

"So eager," he chuckles, the head of his cock pressing teasingly at my entrance. "Tell me what you want, Natalie. I want to hear you say it."

"You," I moan, past the point of shame. "I want you, Dante. Please, I need you inside me."

With a growl of satisfaction, he slams home in one brutal thrust. I cry out, the stretch bordering on pain, but it's exactly what I need. Dante sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving me higher, closer to the edge of oblivion.

"That's it," he grunts, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "Take it, take all of me, Natalie…"

Before I can respond, he slams into me, filling me completely in one brutal thrust. I cry out, the stretch bordering on pain but so, so good.

Dante sets a relentless pace, each thrust driving me higher. His fingers dig into my hips, sure to leave bruises, and the thought only turns me on more.

"Touch yourself," he commands, his voice strained with effort. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

I sneak a hand between my legs, circling my clit with desperate fervor. The dual sensations quickly push me to the edge.

"Dante," I moan, teetering on the brink. "Please, I'm so close-"

"Come for me," he growls, slamming into me even harder. "Now, Natalie."

I shatter with a hoarse cry, waves of pleasure crashing over me.

"Good girl," Dante purrs, his hand now gentle as it caresses my heated flesh. "You took your punishment so well. Now, I think you deserve a reward."

His cock slides through my cunt, and I tilt my hips, silently begging. The stretch as he enters me borders on pain, but it's exactly what I need. Each thrust drives me higher, closer to the edge of oblivion.

Dante’s hand snakes between us, thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy. The dual sensations are overwhelming, pleasure coiling tighter in my core. Then he pulls me close, his lips brushing my forehead in a surprisingly tender gesture.

"You're incredible," he murmurs, and for a moment, I see a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes.

My heart clenches. This man, this dangerous, beautiful monster, has wormed his way under my skin in ways I never imagined possible. I should be running, should be fighting against this with every fiber of my being. Instead, I find myself melting into his embrace, craving more of his touch, his approval.

"What are you doing to me?" I whisper, not sure if I'm asking him or myself.

Dante's grip tightens, possessive and reassuring all at once. "Giving you what you've always needed," he says, his voice low and certain. "A place to belong. Someone to push you, to challenge you, to make you confront the darkness inside yourself."

His words hit home with frightening accuracy. He sees me - all of me - in a way no one else ever has. The broken pieces, the jagged edges, the parts of myself I've always been afraid to acknowledge.

"It’s too much," I admit, vulnerability making my voice shake. "This... us... it's consuming me. I don't know who I am anymore."

Dante tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. "You're mine," he says simply. "My queen, my partner, my equal in every way. Together, we'll build an empire that will make the world tremble."

Part of me wants to resist, to cling to the person I used to be. But a larger part - a part that's growing stronger by the day - yearns for exactly what he's offering.

"Okay," I breathe, sealing my fate with that single word. "Show me. Show me this world you want us to rule together."

A dark smile curves Dante's lips, triumph and desire blazing in his eyes. "With pleasure, my love. But first..." He reaches for something on the bedside table, and my breath catches as I see what he's holding. A blindfold, sleek and black.

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