Page 99 of Hearts Of Darkness

He curses and lets go of me. “I know that’s not what you want, Eve. That’s why I brought it up.”

“Well, your timing sucks.”

“So it would seem. Can I get on with fucking you now? I have a plane to catch.”

“No, youfuckingcan’t!” I shove him away and jump down from the counter, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back to him. I end up bent double over my own breakfast bar, with the heat of his cock pressed tightly between my ass cheeks, my hands wrenched behind me, and his forearm across my shoulder blades, forcing my heavy breasts into the icy-cold surface.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmurs. “You know what your defiance does to me.”

“Get off me!” I struggle to free myself, but I’m like a flybatting away a horse. “I mean it this time, Dante.”

“Let’s see how much you mean it in a minute.” He drops his mouth to the base of my spine, with his forearm still pressing my chest into the counter.

All my resistance evaporates when I feel his tongue mark an unyielding line down through the crease of my ass. He stops close to the entrance of my sex, preferring to slide his hand up the inside of my thigh and finger fuck me, instead.

“You bastard,” I moan helplessly.

“Put your hands above your head,” he orders.

Trance-like, I do as he says, my fingertips flexing around the edge of the counter as my core tightens against his intrusion.

“Don’t come until I tell you to. Now, brace yourself.”

For what, I think hazily.

A second later, his stinging smack is ricocheting off my ass. The force of the blow jolts my hips forward. At the same time, I can feel his fingers plunging back inside me. Not letting me catch my breath, he smacks me again. And again. And again. I count four in total before I’m tipped over the precipice by that exquisite duology of pain and pleasure.

“I told you not to come,” he says harshly, as I lie there convulsing.

“I couldn’t help it! You’re a sadist for making me hold off!”

He removes his fingers, and a second later, he’s driving his cock deep inside of me.

“Fuck!” I scream.

He smacks my ass again, the bite of his touch bringing tears to my eyes. “What have I told you about cussing?”

“Screw you!” I turn my head to the side to glare at him. “I’m not your angel anymore, Dante. Your dark is smothering everything.”

“Don’t say that,” he snarls, grinding into me. “Your light still appeases it. When we’re together like this, I can almost taste whatever good is left in me.”

“And what happens when we’re apart?” His gun is lying inches from my face, and terrible thoughts keep stealing into my mind. “How many people have you killed in the last two months?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”

“I could smell the blood on your skin at Anna’s club. That’s why you didn’t want to see me, isn’t it? You weren’t sure if your demons were satisfied. You keep shielding me from the real you, but can’t you see? My imagination is far worse than you’ll ever be.”

He stops thrusting as soon as the words leave my mouth. There’s a pause, and then I feel his forehead touch the skin beneath my shoulder blades as he leans over to cover my body with his own. He’s buried so deep inside me, there’s a dull ache intermingling with the sheer indulgence of him.

“If anyone can save me, you can,mi alma,” he mutters.

“I can’t save a man who doesn’t want to be saved.”

He rears back, only to slam into me again. “I’m done with this conversation.”

“Not like this.” I can feel my inner muscles quivering around his cock already. “Take me back to my bedroom and make love to me.”

“We don’t make love, Eve. We fuck.Like this.”

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