Page 34 of Dating the Don

“Well, I’m not fucking anything else, so I guess so,” I cross my arms over my chest and shift my weight onto one foot.

“Are you seriously pissed off because I’m trying to keep you safe? Are you kidding me?”

“Don’t turn this around on me like I’m asking for something crazy here. Youpromisedthat we were going to do this together!” I shout.

Cristiano sneers at me, his lips curl and he pushes back into my space again. He glares down at me, his sheer size pressing me up against the wall. “I’m trying to keep you safe!”

“I’m not some princess that you get to keep locked away in a tower, Cristiano!”

I can’t stop. I can’t come down. I know he’s trying to keep me safe. But he doesn’t get to choose what I do and don’t get to know.

“I would do it for anybody that I—” Cristiano swallows whatever he was about to say. “I don’t see Ada complaining that I’m keeping her safe!”

I scoff audibly. “Ah, I see. So you’re treating me like your kid sister? Like a defenseless girl? Is that what this is?”

Cristiano swallows hard. The fire in his eyes seems to fizzle out all at once. He nods.

I shove him.

Is he serious?

Something inside of me is breaking and I can’t stop it.

I grab and kiss him. I have to prove a point.

He groans as he lets me pull him into the kiss. I haul him to my body so swiftly that he has no choice but to brace a hand on the wall behind my head to keep from falling.

“Would you do this to your sister?” I say, breathless as my teeth close over his bottom lip, hard enough to keep his focus. He tries to pull away, but I haul him back.

“That’s not what I fucking meant,” Cristiano growls.

I grab his hand and place it on my breast, letting his thumb brush over my hardened nipple. I move his hand down my body, stopping to twist it between my legs and onto my bare pussy. “Am I your sister now?” I ask. Last chance.

Cristiano bites his bottom lip, but the choice is obvious. “Fuck, no.”

His fingers sink inside of me and my head falls back. I let him finger me, pumping his skilled fingers inside of me, filling me as I cling to him. “Prove it,” I gasp.

He growls and somehow manages to lift me with one hand while fingering me with the other. I blink and he’s got me on the bed. He fits a third finger inside of me and my hips nearly come off the bed. I grab him by the back of the neck and pull him closer.

“Do I need to teach you I’m not breakable? You don’t get to keep me on a glass pedestal,” I command.

Cristiano nods as he wrenches the shirt up, exposing my breasts. There’s nothing soft or kind in the way that he’s touching me, I wouldn’t want it to be. I want everything he has to offer. His teeth close over my breast, possessive in a way that blurs the line between pain and pleasure.

“More?” He challenges.

I meet his gaze, the fire is back for both of us. I nod. “Do your worst.”

He smirks. “You couldn’t handle it.”

“Try me,” I challenge.

He flicks his tongue at the tip of my nipple as he pinches it between his teeth. It’s a warning. Teasing. I’m not going to back down. He is sadly mistaken if he believes this is enough for me to back down. I draw him in and wrap my legs around his waist, my fingers digging into the tops of his shoulders. I should be ashamed of myself for the wanton way my hips lift and grind against his hand, forcing his fingers deeper into me, but all I can feel is the intense desire pulsing through my body as I let out a plea.

I push his pants down further with my heels until I can feel the insistent heat of him.

Cristiano buries himself inside of me with a snap of his hips and I forget how to breathe. He fills me completely, his fingers trailing up my core to circle my clit.

The contrast of his slow fingers and the almost brutal pace of his hips is going to be my undoing. Far more quickly than I mean to. I’m supposed to fight him. I’m supposed to prove that I can handle myself and yet I cave quickly.

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