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The pleasure turns to something darker, more carnal, and before I know it she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts, needing me as deep as I can go, wanting her pussy filled all the way. I let my gaze travel down to her tits and feel my arousal grow tenfold at the way they bounce with each thrust,

“Dante,” she says my name on a moan and tilts her head backwards.

“You feel so fucking good. You’re so tight and wet.” I say as I slam into her hard, and her eyes roll back as ecstasy claims her.

“Dante!” she manages to call out again.

“Say my name again,” I grunt out.

“Dante, God, Dante.”

Over and over I work my cock into her, hitting a sensitive spot inside of her repeatedly, feeling my thick heat move through her. And then I slam into her so hard she moves up an inch on the bed. The climax that claims her is swift, body-numbing.

I’m so close now; I continue pushing into her at a slower, calmer pace as she rides out her climax.

“Fuck, Princess, I can’t hold it in much longer” She wraps her legs tighter around my waist and I explode before collapsing on top of her.

For a long time, we lie there in silence, her body curled against mine, her breathing slowly evening out. I should feel satisfied, but I don’t. Because this isn’t just about sex. Not anymore. I care about her. More than I should. More than I can afford to.

And that terrifies me.

I don’t know how I’m going to keep her in my life without putting her in danger. My world is dark and dangerous, and there’s no place for someone like her in it. But the thought of letting her go... I can’t do it. I won’t.

As I lie there, holding her close, I realize something that scares the hell out of me.

I’m falling for her. And I don’t know how to stop.

Chapter Seven

Emily

I wake up in Dante’s arms, my body still tangled with his, the sheets warm and soft against my skin. His breathing is steady, and slow, and for a moment, I let myself bask in the feeling of his warmth. Last night was…a lot. Even now, my body feels the lingering effects of it—every touch, every kiss, every moment was raw and powerful. I’ve never experienced anything like it before, and the fact that it was with Dante makes it all the more overwhelming.

I close my eyes for a second, remembering the way he moved, the way he handled me with both a careful gentleness and a fierce passion. It was like he was holding back and letting go all at once. My heart skips a beat just thinking about it, and I feel a blush creep up my cheeks. I never thought I’d be in this situation, but here I am, wrapped up in the sheets with the most dangerous man I’ve ever met, and I’m falling for him. Hard.

Dante shifts slightly, pulling me closer in his sleep, his arms tightening around my waist like he’s afraid to let me go. I smile, feeling safe, something I haven’t felt in a long time. Around Dante, everything feels different. I know his world is dangerous, but there’s this unshakable sense of security when I’m with him. Nothing can touch me as long as I’m by his side.

I don’t know how it happened, or when exactly I started to fall for him, but it’s undeniable now. I can feel it in every fiber of my being. This pull towards him, this need to be close to him. It’s more than just lust—it’s something deeper, something I can’t quite put into words.

Eventually, Dante stirs awake, his eyes meeting mine with a soft, sleepy smile. “Morning, Princess,” he murmurs, his voice deep and husky. His hand brushes the hair out of my face, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“Morning,” I whisper back, my heart fluttering at the simple, intimate gesture.

We lay there for a few more moments, wrapped up in the warmth of each other, before Dante eventually pulled away and stretches. “Come on,” he says, “let’s shower.”

I bite my lip, feeling a tinge of excitement as we make our way to the bathroom. The shower is steamy, and being this close to Dante, feeling the water cascade down our bodies as we wash away the remnants of last night, feels both calming and sensual. His hands glide over my skin, and it takes everything in me not to let things escalate again. But for now, we keep it simple, and by the time we step out, I feel refreshed and oddly at peace.

“I’ll be in my office for a bit,” Dante says, pulling on a shirt as he stands by the door. “You should get dressed. I’ll find something for us to eat later.”

I nod, watching as he leaves the room. There’s this lingering tension in the air, this unspoken connection between us that I can’t shake. As I towel off and slip into one of his shirts, I realize just how much I don’t want this feeling to go away.

I take my time getting ready, trying to shake off the overwhelming emotions from last night. Once I’m dressed, I start looking for Dante again, but I can’t seem to find him anywhere. The house is massive, and I’m still not entirely familiar with all the rooms and hallways, so I wander for a bit, aimlessly opening doors.

When I push open one door I haven’t noticed before, I step inside what looks like an office. It’s dark and lined with expensive, polished furniture, much like the rest of the house. But something feels off. My gaze drifts over to a wall where multiple screens are lit up, and I freeze.

Cameras.

There are cameras everywhere.

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