Page 50 of Reckless Sinner

“Why not?” Dante replied. His voice in my ear told me he was smirking. Having fun with the fact that he could get me so desperate so quickly, and just from the idea of our little game. “I can feel how wet you are… you really want this.”

“I don’t,” I protested. I turned my head away and sniffed like an indignant princess. I could hear Dante swallow an amused snort.

Without warning, Dante yanked my pants and underwear down—not far, just enough that he could expose me while making it difficult for me to get up and run away if I felt like it. I writhed under his grip—not to try and escape, but to feel just how damn strong he was.

The sound of Dante’s zipper being dragged down was so hot I felt like my entire body was on fire. I shivered in anticipation. I couldn’t see him from this position, face-down on the bed, but I knew what his cock looked like thick and erect and my mouth watered.

“No,” I said out loud, as every part of my body screamedyes,and the act of protesting just made me that much hotter.

“Gonna get you ready for me,” Dante informed me, his voice rich and dripping with lust. “Your mouth can deny it all you want, but I know what your body’s telling me.”

He reached his hand between my legs and rubbed the pads of his fingers through the slick mess I’d made. “See?” he murmured into my ear. “So fucking wet. All for me.”

“No, it’s not,” I lied, and when he ignored me and slid his fingers hard and deep inside me I saw stars. It was exactly what I wanted.

He curled his fingers inside of me and I whimpered. It felt so good it felt so good it felt sogood. Just on this side of too much.

“What, no words?” Dante whispered.

Dante wanted me to speak. He wanted me to speak up, when nobody else had ever wanted me to.

“Please,” I choked out. It could be read as aplease noor aplease stop, but we both knew what it really was:please more.

Dante thrust in and out of my pussy, his fingers relentless and quick in spreading me, getting me ready. He yanked them out quickly and I moaned. I wanted it so badly, wanted to behis, to be claimed, no part of me Delaney Weston, the stupid little tool used by her father. Just Delaney, the new Delaney.

His Delaney.

“Louder,” Dante ordered, and I knew I wouldn’t get his fingers, his cock, or anything else until I did as I was told. I’d said I wanted to be fucked while I saidno, and he was ordering me to follow through.

I shivered from head to toe. “S-stop,” I cried out, and was immediately rewarded with Dante’s arm sliding beneath me and lifting my hips and ass up. I whined with need. I wanted his cock sobadly… “Stop, stop, stop—”

Maybe there was something wrong with me, but every time I cried out and Dante ignored me, lining his cock up to push inside of me, I felthotter. The pleasure spiraled higher.

Maybe I wasn’t the good girl I’d tried so hard to be for my father and society. But Dante didn’t care that I wasn’t the girl everyone—my father—told me I should be. He liked my darkness, the desires I’d never tell anyone else. And that let me revel in it.

Dante’s cock slammed into me to the hilt and I cried out, my fingers weakly digging into the bedsheets. He wasn’t being gentle or careful, trusting that I would tell him if it was really too much—trusting that I could actually take what he wanted to give. He was so big and full, and I wanted that feeling, I wanted to feel used and stretched—

He paused, for just the barest moment, and I wanted to laugh a little hysterically. He couldn’t tamp down on his consideration, his natural desire to take care of me. It was adorable. I loved him beyond words for it.

Dante pulled out almost completely, then thrust back in—so hard his balls slapped against the back of my thighs—and he didn’t let up. I moaned brokenly.Yes, yes, yes… I was so tired from my day that any attempt to buck him off couldn’t possibly be more than half-hearted, and he easily held me down. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, keeping me pinned, and I shuddered with ecstasy as he fucked me relentlessly. I was going to come so goddamn hard, I could already feel it, desperate pleasure pooling between my legs and making me squirm beneath him.

“Stop, no, please,” I cried out, but in my head they were only parts of sentences—don’t stop, no mercy, please more. Dante just fucked me harder, his cock lighting up every nerve inside of me, and I felt like I was melting into a complete puddle of goo.

Dante used his grip on the back of my neck to brace himself as his other hand slid down between my legs. I cried out as his fingers rubbed at my clit—oh God oh God oh God—

It was so much, so close to overstimulation, that I flinched away instinctively. I felt like my body was going to overload. Dante growled in my ear and I felt like that alone might take me to orgasm.

“You’re going to come for me,” he murmured, his hot breath gusting into my ear. “Whether you want to or not. You’re going to feel so good clenching around me… I’m going to make you come, because I said so.”

He rubbed my clit harder and I screamed as pleasure spiked in me. Ohfuck. I had never been so turned on in my life. I felt like I was about to have an out-of-body experience.

Because I said so. It made me shiver, being told what to do and being given no choice in the matter. Outside of the bedroom Dante honored me, raised me up, believed in me. But here he was in charge, dominant, aggressive, and sexy as hell, and I thrilled at it.

“C’mon, darling,” Dante growled, his thumb relentless, his cock even more so. My mouth was open and I panted helplessly, my eyes glazed, unfocused. “Tell me how much you don’t want to orgasm. Tell me you don’t want to come around my dick.”

I whimpered. “N-no, please, I d-don’t.” I could barely get the words out, I was so overwhelmed with sensation.

“I don’t believe you,” Dante teased, his finger dragging through my folds, catching against my entrance like he might try to slide it inside next to his cock, and the combination of his voice and those sensations was what did it—I came so hard, I couldn’t even hear my own scream.

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