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She stared as I pushed off the last of my clothes, leaving myself as bare as she now was. Her eyes were hungry on my thick, erect cock, and her mouth was open in that perfect little ‘o’ again. She was so desperate for it, I knew if I asked her to get on her knees and suck my cock, she’d do it without a second thought. And that was definitely something I wanted—later.

First, right now, I wanted to fuck her through the mattress.

“On the bed,” I growled as I retrieved a condom from the nightstand and rolled it onto my straining dick. “Hands and knees.”

Delaney scrambled to obey me and once I was done donning protection, I pressed myself against her from behind again, the perfect angle to keep my hand around her delicate little throat and slide my fingers back inside her to prepare her for my cock.

Delaney immediately relaxed, accepting my touch and trusting me to keep her in position. There was no trepidation—she trusted me completely. That went through me in a completely different way, made my heart tremble in a way that I didn’t want to examine too closely.

“Tell me more,” I ordered, drunk on the idea of her fantasies of me. “What did you think about me doing to you?”

Delaney moaned as I scissored my fingers inside of her. I massaged those gorgeous breasts with my other hand, obsessed with how they fit so nicely between my fingers. “Y-you choking me, f-fucking me until I came and came and—it was too much—and you pushed me for one more—pushed me to my limits—”

“Nobody’s ever done that to you before, have they?” I could tell. Delaney was soaked in self-doubt and played the demure daughter so well. “They have no idea what your limits actually are.”

“They don’t,” Delaney agreed, a confession. “You’d be so sweet to me afterwards… ah,ah…”

Yeah, I would. I would never push her so hard and then leave her. That would be callous. I wasn’t one of those men there for awham, bam, thank you ma’am.

There was dark and light inside of me—and only Delaney seemed able to understand that.

I pulled my fingers out of her body. “You ready, darling?”

Delaney nodded. “Please. Fuck me.Useme.”

I intended to.

CHAPTER10

Delaney

Isobbed with relief as Dante finally,finallyslid his cock into me.

I had shocked myself with my own orgasm earlier. I’d worried that Dante would think that I was too… eager, or something, I didn’t even know what I feared… but he seemed in awe instead. It had just been so much of what I had dreamed about for months, all alone in my bedroom with only my hand or a vibrator for company—nothing close to the real thing of having Dante’s hands on me, his firm body holding me upright.

That orgasm hadn’t been nearly enough to satisfy me, though. It had been only an appetizer, something to stop me from starving completely as we built up to the main event.

And at last we were here.

Dante’s body pressed me down into the mattress, trapping me beneath him with my legs spread as he slid his cock into me from behind. He was sobig, or maybe it was just that I was small, and I hadn’t been with anyone in… I couldn’t even count the years and months. Either way I panted, my eyes open but unseeing, overwhelmed.

Dante’s hand on my throat felt like the only thing grounding me to the earth. I wasflyingon the inside, soaring, transcendent. No longer the spun-glass Delaney Weston, the girl who was supposed to be kept safe and delicate and sophisticated. No longer was I a failure.

Instead I was strong. I was able to take whatever I was given. I could be pushed beyond. And I could begood. I wanted so badly to begood, to bepraised. To rise up and meet a challenge and succeed, for once in my life.

Dante kissed my temple. “You good, darling?”

Every time he called me that my heart seized up.Darling, darling, darling. “Yes. Move, please, move, fuck me—fuckme—”

And oh, God, he did.

Dante fucked me like he was trying to get his cockthroughme. I reveled in it. Nobody I had ever flirted with or considered dating—none of them were ever truly good enough for my father’s opinion—would have dared to treat me like this. I whimpered and moaned, helpless to keep the noises in, and Dante growled in satisfaction.

I suspected that something in him had been set free, too. That we were both finally getting something we had been denied for far too long.

Rhythmically, Dante’s hand would squeeze around my throat, just for a few brief seconds, and my breath would freeze in my chest. It made me dizzy with pleasure, made me wet and writhing. It felt so good, to know I was completely at his mercy, but also knowing he would never actually hurt me or go too far—

Dante’s hand slid between my body and the mattress, his fingers pressing up against my clit. “C’mon, give me another one of those sweet little orgasms. I want to feel you clench around my cock.”

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