Page 89 of Hearts Of Darkness

My skyscraper heels skid to a halt.

“How dare you!” I gasp out, heat flaring in my veins. “We’re not in your fortress now, Dante. You don’t get to dress me up in pretty white clothes like your angelic little fuck doll anymore.”

Glaring at me, he crosses the room to a mini bar and chugs out a massive bourbon for himself. “You’ll do whatever the fuck I tell you to do,” he says, downing his glass and slamming it back down on the counter. “And when the hell did you start drinking alcohol again?”

“It’s none of your business! Screw you and your controlling bullshit!”

He comes for me then, dark and cruel, and utterly addictive.

“Take it off.”

I stare at him in shock.

“Take off that fucking dress, Eve, or so help me God, I’ll rip it from your body myself.”

His words are like liquid fire to my core. I stagger away from him so he can’t see my naked lust, so he can’t exploit what he does to me.

“Apologize first,” I say, scrabbling to compose myself as sordid images keep invading my mind. I want every single glorious inch of him on me and in me.

He’s barely ten meters away and closing in fast.

“I never apologize to anyone,mi alma.You know that.”

“You did in Africa. Do it again, or I’m walking out of this mansion, and I’m not coming back.”

He grinds to a halt and stares at me as if he can’t believe I’ve got the balls to speak to him like this. “Don’t make your punishment any worse than it already is, Eve.”

Other women would be terrified by this threat, but I’m not like other women.

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” I whisper, watching in dark delight as his gaze drops to devour me whole. My defiance does things to this man that no one else can.

“Okay then, I apologize,” he says softly, taking another step toward me. “I apologize for demeaning you. I apologize for leaving you for six weeks without my dick to satisfy you. I apologize for leaving your skin and your fuckable tits so bereft of my touch. I apologize for leaving you without mycum dripping between your legs…” He prowls to a stop right in front of me and runs a leisurely finger down the length of my arm. “But most of all, my angel, I apologize for the way I’m going to bend you over this couch here and fuck you until you scream.”

He lunges for me, our mouths colliding in mutual lust and frustration before he’s fisting my hair and I’m grabbing his rock-solid bicep to steady myself. No man in the world kisses like Dante Santiago. By some wicked devilry, he can affect every part of my body with a touch of those talented lips.

I’m tearing at the front of his trousers now like a woman possessed.

“Did you miss me?” he snarls, breaking away to help me out. Ripping at his belt so hard, he breaks the buckle.

“I didn’t miss you being such a control-freak.”

“But you missed my dick?”

“Every damn day!”

“You’re mine,mi alma. Don’t ever forget it.”

With his belt and zipper undone, he spins me around, wrenches my dress up and bends me over. He’s rough with his touch, and I grunt in surprise as the back of the couch bites into my lower stomach. He doesn’t bother to remove my panties any further than a few inches down my thighs before he’s kicking my legs open and positioning himself.

“Shit!” I scream as he drives all the way into my body, splitting me in half. I’d forgotten how big he is. I’m wet, but I’m still struggling to breathe through the pain.

“Take it all,”he orders harshly, bottoming out inside of me. “I want your tight cunt gripping every inch of me.”

“Yes, oh yes,” I whimper, pushing back on him, despitethe discomfort. Accepting everything he has to offer.

“Hold tight, my angel. Here comes your punishment.”

He withdraws a fraction only to surge forward again. This new assault is just as deep and violent as the last. Giving me no time to catch my breath, he fucks me like this, hard and fast, pinioning me against the couch, his hands clamped to my hips, forcing me to submit to him. There’s no more dirty talk, no preamble, just an overriding urge to claim back what is his.

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