Page 105 of Beautiful Enemy

“You’re ready for me.”

She nods, gripping my arms tightly. Her hands look so small on my arms. It’s a nice ego boost, I’ll admit, but knowing that I can give Nadia strength is what makes me happy. She is all mine.

I line my cock up to her entrance. This time, when I thrust into her, there’s no resistance. Nadia opens her legs wider and lets me sink deeper into her. It’s so fucking good.

I groan. My hands wrap around her small back, holding her close to me. With a gasp, Nadia wraps her legs around my waist, taking more initiative this time.

She’s becoming more bold and less shy. I’m the reason for it.

“You’re mine,” I whisper against her lips as I thrust into her. A small choked gasp escapes her lips. God, she’s perfect.

“Dante,” she whispers back.

The sound of her saying my name makes me feel fucking crazy. I’ve never been this consumed by a woman before. Nadia has me wrapped around her pinky finger. In the past, I would have mocked men like this.

Now, I’m one of them.

With a grunt, I slip out of her and roll her onto her side. “I want to take you this way.” I lift her leg over my hip and bring my cock back to her entrance. Nadia whimpers. “Are you desperate for this, baby?”

“Please,” she begs.

“Tell me how much you want it.” I reach around to her front and play with her clit. It makes her hips buck forward. I love seeing her lose control like this. I love knowing I’m the reason for it.

“I need you.”

“Yes you do.” I thrust back into her. In this new position, I’m able to sink even deeper. Nadia gasps as she brings my hand to her chest. I cup one of her breasts. “You are so… good,” I groan.

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

It’s dirty and raw and perfect. She is mine no matter what happens. No one can take that from us.

Nadia brings her hips back to match my pace. Her little pants and flushed cheeks are so fucking cute. It only turns me on more.

My thrusts are slow but impactful. I don’t want to rush this moment but I want Nadia to know that she’s mine.

“Dante,” she gasps, clutching my forearm. My hand squeezes her breast while my other hand plays with her clit.

“I need you to come for me, baby.”

Her soft moan spurns me on more.

I’ve never made love before in my life but in this moment, I believe it’s what it is. It’s not gentle and loving. It’s rough and raw. But that’s what makes it love because it’s real. There’s no more barriers between us.

It’s just me and Nadia.

“Dante,” she says again. Her hips become frantic.

“Come for me. I need to see it, baby. Let go.”

With a gasp, she shudders in my arms. I hold her close as I continue to plunge my cock into her. She takes it like the good girl I know she is.

“You are mine,” I say once more into her ear right before I come. My release fills her up. I haven’t been using protection. If she ends up pregnant, then so be it. Our child could bring everyone together.

If everyone is able to put aside their anger.

As I lay against Nadia, my head pressed into her neck as I calm my breathing, I know what I have to do.

She’ll never forgive me if I kill Erik and if I keep her with me, she’ll never be able to see Anya again. I honestly don’t care about torturing Anya anymore. The more I’ve seen of Sergei, the more I realize just how bad Anya and Nadia had it growing up.

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