Page 37 of Reckless Sinner

Dante’s voice was soft, almost but not quite a growl. “You know how you said you like to be… conquered? Taken?”

I nodded. My heart was in my throat, but not out of fear or anxiety. It was pure anticipation. Heat was already spreading through my body, warming me up all over, and I had to swallow around my suddenly dry mouth.

Dante sat up even more, balancing on one hand to reach out with the other and gently brush his fingers against the curve of my cheek—then down, to my throat. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, and I loved it.

“Just how far would you want that to go?”

My breathing was back, far too fast, running like a jackrabbit. “As far as you want.”

I didn’t know how to say that part of it was losing choices, not having any room to fuck up because it was all in the hands of my partner, but I felt like—from the soft, warm glow in his eyes—Dante understood.

Of course, if he knew the truth about me, these touches given in arousal and fun could turn truly cruel, hurtful, even deadly. I shivered at the thought.

The corner of Dante’s mouth quirked up. It wasn’t soft at all. It was predatory.

“Then how about you try running?”

My whole bodythrilledat that and before I could even process the thought, I was bolting up out of the bed and tearing around the half-partition to the rest of the apartment.

There wasn’t very far for me to go, unless I left the apartment—nor were there many places I could hide. But there had to be somewhere…

To buy myself time I ran into the kitchen area, around the island-slash-bar to put something in between us—but Dante was far too fast for that.

A pulse of wet, desperate arousal slid out of me as he picked me up and hauled me up over his shoulder like I was nothing more than a ragdoll. I shrieked, tugging and pushing at him, but he was a solid wall of muscle.

I shivered. Goddamn, he was strong. It really wasn’t fair, he was alawyer, when did he find time to work out?

“Nice try, but there’s room for improvement,” Dante announced, his voice teasing as he tossed me back onto the bed.

I scrambled back as Dante crawled on top of me. Just because he’d caught me didn’t mean he couldkeepme. I wasn’t going to make it too easy for him.

“Nuh-uh.” Dante grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head. I bucked up, squirmed, but there was no way I could break out of his iron grip.

I shivered from head to toe. I was sure he could smell how turned on I was at this point. I felt like my thighs were coated with my desire. I’d never been this wet, this quickly before. But then I’d also never had the gorgeous man of my dreams fulfilling my darkest, deepest fantasies before.

At some point during the night I’d stripped off my clothes and slept in just my underwear and bra, which made this all that much more arousing. There wasn’t much between myself and Dante’s hungry gaze, his questing fingers.

He playfully snapped the top band of my underwear, giving me a feral grin when my hips jolted. I instinctively moved against his hands, but I couldn’t budge an inch.

Of course, if I wanted to, I could easily kick him in the balls and make an escape. But as far as actually moving my wrists went… no dice. I loved it, it heated me up all over until I was sure that I was going to combust.

“Please,” I breathed out. I wasn’t above begging, even if someday I wanted to get to the point where I could hold it in—it had been solongsince I’d last had sex before Dante, and I’d only had him once before. I was finally getting my desires fulfilled—how could I possibly stop myself from pleading a little?

Dante’s eyes turned even darker, a pleased, silent snarl passing across his face. “You’re not in charge, here. You’ll get what I decide you get, when I decide you get it.”

God,I felt like I might actually orgasm just from that alone.

I worried that he might go slow, that he might tease me, when that wasn’t what I wanted—I wanted it harsh and rough and quick, before I lost my mind—and I let out a relieved keen of need when Dante roughly grabbed my breast through my bra, kneading it. I shook on the bed like a leaf, unable to even figure out what to do with my body.

Dante lowered his mouth and bit down on my throat, sucking lightly—would it leave a mark? God I hoped it would. I’d have to cover it up with makeup but it would still bethere,I’d still know it was there—

He yanked my panties down, exposing me to the cold air, and I yelped as he bit down on my throat before moving to my breast, sucking at my nipple through the flimsy lace. God, yes,yes, this was what I wanted, held down and unable to get away, unable to do anything except submit to Dante’s will, to what he wanted—

Dante’s fingers, two of them, slid into me. I was so wet, practically dripping with need, that it didn’t hurt at all. I felt almost like I wanted to beg for his cock right away, I was that desperate, but I knew he wouldn’t give it to me.

He was going to decide what I got and when.

His fingers pumped in and out of me quickly, efficiently, and I writhed on them, trapped between his grip of steel on my wrists and his clever hand between my legs. “Dante…Dante…”

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