Page 74 of Enforcer

I stand from the sill and hug him. “Thank you.”

I don’t let myself overthink any part of it as I let him hold me through all the bullshit I’ve built up inside me. I’ve created this fear.

“It’s alright, my menace. I’ve got you,” he says, dropping his lips to my ear and skimming the shell with the tip of his tongue.

“Dante,” I breathe, turning my face into his as my body prickles with awareness and lust.

“You can stay here with me. They’ll understand. You stay where it’s safe, here in this coat room.”

I nearly choke on a sob as it tries to break free, but I contain it. I don’t want to ruin my makeup or this day with my pesky emotions.

“You look so fucking beautiful today, Alyssa,” he whispers, and my knees nearly buckle as I grow wet, arousal soaking my panties.

He backs me to the sill and pulls up my dress in one hand.

For a moment, I forget we’re in a church.

Forget this is wrong.

Forget everything.

He crouches before me, shoving my panties to the side as I grab my dress and hold it up for him.

His eyes ogle my exposed pussy as he grins.

“Dante,” I whisper, “this is a church!”

He smirks. “And yet,” his fingers swipe through my wetness, “you’re fucking soaked.”

I whimper as he keeps rubbing through my lips, fingers finally shoving inside me as he leans forward and strikes his tongue over my pussy like a starved man in search of water.

“Fuck, yes!” I let my head fall back to the window. Anyone could walk by and know what’s happening or see us. But I don’t care.

All the fear and hesitation slips from my body as Dante makes me forget anything exists outside us.

It’s only a couple of minutes until I’m coming on his tongue, gripping his hair tightly as I shudder out the last of my orgasm.

He stands, freeing himself from his pants as he shoves inside me fervently.

I wrap around him, my backside still on the concrete windowsill.

“Deeper,” I beg, and he bends his knees and does his level best to give me what I want and need.

His piercings massage the inner walls of my body that had only just come violently.

I keep sliding off the sill, and Dante growls as he lifts me off my feet and walks me to a wall behind a rack; I wrap my legs around him, screaming too loud as he hits just the right fucking spot.

“There’s my little menace, fuck, it’s good to have you back.”

“Shut up and fuck me. Harder, yes, right there…” I let my head fall back to the wall as impending orgasm rides the lines of bleeding through me again.

“My day, huh?” Slate says, and I bury my face in Dante’s neck so he can’t see who’s with him.

His pants are at his ankles, ass cheeks exposed as he doesn’t stop fucking me.

He takes one hand off my ass to reach into his breast pocket and get the ring out. He tosses it to Slate, and Slate catches it.

“Sorry, Boss. Had something to handle,” he says, returning his attention to me. “Something significant.” He whispers the last part as he takes my lips, tongue searing into mine.

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