Page 50 of Impure Love

"You feel that?" I growl, my voice low and ragged. "That's me owning you, Aliyah."

She whimpers, her nails digging into my back, her body arching against mine. I can feel her getting close, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants.

"Good girl," I murmur, my fingers working her clit faster, harder. "Now, come for me. Let me hear you scream my name."

Her body tenses, her breath hitching as she teeters on the edge. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, her pulse racing in time with mine. And then, she falls apart, her orgasm ripping through her, her cry echoing through the room.

"Dante!"

The sound of my name on her lips sends me over the edge. A groan tears from my throat as I come so hard inside her, I see fucking stars. My body shudders, every muscle tensing as waves of pleasure crash over me. I collapse onto her, my breath ragged, my heart pounding.

"Fuck," I murmur, my voice hoarse. "That was..."

I trail off, unable to find the words. I roll off her, pulling her against me, her back to my chest. She's trembling, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, feeling her heartbeat slowly return to normal.

"You okay?" I ask, my voice softening slightly.

She nods, her breath hitching. "Yeah," she whispers. "I'm okay."

I press a kiss to her shoulder, my arms tightening around her. "Good," I murmur. "Because we're not done yet."

25

ALIYAH

Iswipe on the last bit of mascara, careful not to smudge the liner. The red lipstick glides smoothly, its vibrant hue popping against my skin. Dante loves red. I step back, taking in the reflection staring back at me. Loose ringlets frame my face, cascading over my shoulders in a way that seems both effortless and deliberate.

"Damn," I mutter, inspecting every angle. I look... different. More confident, maybe? Or just more resigned to this new reality.

"Aliyah, you ready?" Dante's voice booms from the other side of the door, snapping me out of my thoughts. My heart does that annoying flutter thing it does whenever he’s nearby.

"Almost," I call back, trying to steady my breath. It's been weeks since that first encounter, and yet, here I am, getting ready for another party, another night of playing his perfect doll.

I step out of the bathroom and find Dante leaning against the doorframe, looking as imposing as ever in his tailored suit. His eyes scan me, lingering on the red lipstick. Satisfaction flickers across his face.

"Nice choice," he comments, his voice low and approving. "Red suits you."

I shrug, trying to act nonchalant. "Figured you’d like it."

He steps closer, his presence enveloping me. "You’re learning." His fingers trace my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. "Keep that up."

We head out to the car, and I can’t help but reflect on how my life has twisted into this strange new shape. I think about the freedom he’s given me around the mansion since I told him what I overheard at the last party. It feels like a leash, loosened but still very much there.

"Dante, do you ever wonder if we’re being watched?" I ask, more to fill the silence than anything else.

He chuckles, a dark sound that makes my skin prickle. "We’re always being watched, Aliyah. It's the nature of the game."

The drive to the Vitale estate is silent but charged. My thoughts whirl around the upcoming evening. The Vitales... allies, yet always a potential threat. The memory of Don Carlo Vitale’s eyes lingering on me last time sends a wave of unease through me. Dante noticed too, and his possessive grip on me tightened that night.

"You remember the rules?" Dante's voice breaks through my reverie.

"Eyes down, don’t speak unless spoken to, and stay close to you," I recite, my voice steady. He’s drilled it into me enough times.

"Good." He nods, satisfied. "But tonight, keep your ears open too. I want to know everything."

I nod, as fear and excitement churn in my stomach. This is my life now—dancing on the edge of danger, under the watchful eyes of a man who’s both my captor and protector. And despite everything, I can’t deny the thrill it brings.

As we pull up to the Vitale mansion, Dante leans over, his lips brushing my ear. "Remember who owns you."

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