Page 98 of Beautiful Enemy

“I’ll make sure it won’t.” The gentleness to him now compared to when we first met is astounding.

“But I’m not sure how I’m going to control myself,” he says, leaning over me. “God, I need you.”

He sets his length right up to my entrance. Dante grips my legs and brings my ankles over his shoulders. “I want to be as deep inside of you as I can get.”

My inner walls clench at the thought. Never in my life have I been this turned on.

Our eyes meet.

Dante thrusts his hips forward and enters me in one motion. The sudden pain of it makes me cry out. He slows down.

“You got to relax, baby,” he says through gritted teeth. “You got to relax and then it won’t hurt.”

I look up into his eyes and tell myself that I don’t need to fear Dante. I did once but now, I know he won’t hurt me. He saved me from my father and for that, I’ll always be grateful.

My inner walls relax around him.

“There you go,” he murmurs. Slowly, he begins to thrust into me. Each time, he sinks deeper inside of my body.

After a moment, it starts to feel really good. The pain is replaced with pleasure.

I let out a soft moan.

“There you go. God, look at you.” Thrust. “You look so fucking delectable.” Thrust. “You’remine.”

Dante then loses control. His thrusts turn more rough and frantic. I try to match his pace but it’s impossible so I let myself lie back and enjoy it. I let him claim me as his own.

I let myself be taken by my enemy.

He grips my ankles tighter and lets out a low grunt as he plunges into me harder. I almost choke from the pleasure of it.

Suddenly, Dante moves my legs around his waist and he leans over me so we’re chest to chest. He presses his head to mine like he’s trying to leave an imprint there.

Our hips are moving frantically together. My toes curl from the pleasure of it. It’s so good. So good. So…

“Oh,” I moan as my pleasure builds inside of me. My hands clutch Dante’s back. His shoulder blades are so defined and strong.

Helets out a gasp. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen Dante look so vulnerable. His hands press into the mattress on either side of my head. The sight of his fingers clutching the blanket and fighting for control sends my desire soaring through my body.

“Nadia,” he groans.

Hearing Dante in the full throws of pleasure is enough to send me over the edge.

I let myself fully relax right before my release hits me. I arch into him with a moan.

“Fuck, baby. You are mine. Mine.”

I tremble in his arms, shuddering and shaking from pleasure.

Dante thrusts into me once, twice, and finally a third time before he comes next. He groans. The look of utter contentment on his face makes me feel safe with him.

It makes me see a future with him – just for a moment.

But if Dante insists on going after my family still, then I can never have a future with him.

He gently pulls out of me and flops onto the bed. Instantly, I feel cold.

Loneliness and regret creep into me.

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