Page 46 of Beautiful Enemy

His fingers skim down my chest and through the space between my breasts until he stops at my stomach. My breath is shallow. My stomach is taut. A flood of desire runs through me. None of it makes sense. I’ve never experienced this before. Even when Ithought of Viktor, I only ever felt a slight warmth for him. I never felt this gushing desire for Viktor, the man who is supposed to be my husband.

So why do I feel it for Dante, the man who kidnapped me? The man who is my enemy.

“Your father doesn’t have to have a hold on you any longer. Don’t be afraid to show me your pleasure, Nadia. Touch yourself. See what feels good.”

It would be easier if he just touched me himself. I could claim that he took me against my will.

But that’s exactly what Dante doesn’t want. He wants me to touch myself so I share some of the blame.

“I feel shame,” I whisper.

His hands rest on my hips, not moving up or down, just resting there like I’m already his. “It’s a wasted emotion. I’ve never felt shame once in my life. You’ve been taught to be a good little Bratva girl. Waiting for marriage. Waiting to explore your desire in the comfort of your husband’s arms. That’s the one place a girl like you gets the chance to explore her body. But I stole you from your husband. You’re not married.”

“But I might be. Someday. When I get out of here.”

His laugh is dark and sends a shiver up my spine. “It’s cute that you think you’re getting out of here. You’re never getting out of here, Nadia. You belong to me now. And I want you to show me your pleasure. You don’t like your father, that much is obvious. You’re afraid of him. But he’s not here. He doesn’t get to have a hold on you any longer. So, don’t you want to hurt him? Giving in to your desire with his enemy is the best way to do that.”

“I’m not vindictive like you are. I don’t want to hurt anybody.”

“Not even the father who beat you? Beat your sister? Who hates you based on a rumor?”

I flinch. All I see is my father’s face as he would scream at me and shout ugly words in my direction. How he made me feel so alone. How he made me hate myself just a little bit.

“Don’t be afraid of him,” Dante says darkly, squeezing my hips. I gasp. “I am giving you permission to touch yourself. I want to see it. I command it. You can’t get in trouble for that. Do as I say, Nadia.”

I inhale deeply as my body trembles more. Dante’s words hit me right to the core. He’s giving me permission. In a strange way, I needed that. I needed to know that I am allowed to feel this way without shame.

Dante is still my enemy, I tell myself, but those words are getting quieter by the moment.

“Take this hand,” he says, slipping his fingers through mine, “and bring it down here.” He places my hand right over my pubic mound. The only thing protecting me from him is my underwear and it’s just a flimsy piece of material.

He removes his hand and leaves mine there. Dante’s gaze could light the world on fire and right now, it’s set on me. I swallow hard.

“Don’t look away,” he murmurs as I try to avert my eyes. “Look right at me as you touch yourself. No shame, remember?”

I nod and gaze back at him. My skin feels alive in a way it never has before, like lightening is coursing through it. Every inch of me feels sensitive.

My fingers begin to trace circles around my stomach, telling my mind and body to relax. Dante makes me burn underneath my skin. There’s no use in denying that I feel drawn to him even though he’s the last man on earth I should feel anything for.

His eyes flick down to my waist. “Your pussy, Nadia. Touch it.”

My hips arch slightly from his words. It’s in the way he speaks; so full of power and desire.

I finally let my fingers slip down between my legs. Keeping my panties in place, I press down on my body. Azingshoots through me. It feels… good.

I press my fingers harder against that pleasurable spot and my hips buck into my hand. I keep rubbing the spot and rolling my hips around but I find that I need more. More of… something. Friction?

A gasp escapes me as I use my whole hand to press against my nub. The pleasure runs like waves through me but it’s not enough. I need more, more, more.

With a whine, I drop my hand. “It’s not working.”

Dante’s eyes are a deep, dark cavern full of unspoken things. “What do you need?”

“I don’t know,” I whisper. “It just doesn’t feel enough.”

“I have an idea.” He grips the edges of my panties and rips them right down my legs. I gasp as the cool hair hits my hot skin. He tosses my underwear to the ground like it’s nothing to him. The last remaining piece of clothing I had is now gone.

“Touch yourself without your panties in the way,” he growls. “Skin to skin contact is the best way to feel pleasure.”

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