Page 85 of Beautiful Enemy

Without a word, he rips the covers off my body and grabs my feet, dragging me to the end of the bed.

“What are you doing?” Looking up at him, I see that he’s a little sweaty and disheveled. There’s a scary, intense look in his eyes. “Dante?”

“I need you,” he growls. The sound goes straight to my core. I press my legs together to stop the heat in my body from spreading. I can’t be with Dante. I can’t enjoy moments like this.

“What happened tonight?”

“Do you really want to know? Would it change your opinion of me?” He grips my knees and spreads them open. “I just want to taste you.” In one smooth motion, he rips my pajama bottoms off and my underwear right along with it.

I gasp. “Dante.”

He pushes my legs open wider and kneels on the floor so his face is right by my most intimate area.

I should kick him. I should scream at him. I shouldn’t want this.

But I want him to touch me again. I want it with a burning passion.

“No man has ever seen you like this.”

“No.”

“Good.” Before I can react, he places his face between my legs. His lips find my sensitive nub, making me cry out. My hips jerk up of their own accord.

Dante grips my thighs and holds me in place. I can’t believe this is actually happening. Dante has his face… I can’t even think it.

And the worst part is… it feels amazing.

He runs his tongue along my folds and licks me harder and harder. I can’t keep my hips controlled. They buck against his face. I can evenfeelhim smile against me.

“Dante,” I gasp out, clutching my hands over my stomach. The tightening in my core is too much. What we’re doing is forbidden. It’s taboo. I should not be enjoying this.

Dante is the bad guy. He kidnapped me. I can’t give him my body.

And yet, here I am, doing exactly that.

I know that if I told Dante to stop, he would stop. That’s why I don’t say a thing.

It feels wonderful to actually experience something other than fear in life. To feel wild. To feel abandon. To feel… free.

Except, I’m not free. I’m still Dante’s prisoner.

That thought doesn’t stop me from moaning as he presses his lips to my nub. My thighs tremble from trying to stay open. It’s all too much. Too much.

Dante is relentless with his lips. I don’t know what’s up or down or sideways.

“Dante,” I whimper.

He increases his pace. I’m powerless to stop this. Dante is claiming another piece of me and I’m letting him.

My legs clamp around his head as a pleasure spike shoots through me. I can feel the sensation growing in my stomach. I’m getting close to another orgasm.

All worried thoughts leave my mind and I let myself enjoy this moment.

I pretend that we’re not who we are. That we’re just a boy and a girl.

Dante kisses me harder and grips my legs tighter. My hips rock against his face but he doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he lets out a low growl.

And that’s what sends me over the edge.

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