Page 97 of Beautiful Enemy

Dante spreads my legs open and settles himself between them. I can feel his erection pressing against my inner thigh. I’ve never seen Dante naked before. The thought both thrills me and terrifies me.

Before there was a barrier between us. We could still claim we hated each other.

But now, if we do this, I’m not sure how I could ever hate Dante again.

He picks me up and carries me into the bedroom, kissing me the entire time. Then he lets me go. I fall onto the bed with a gasp.

There’s a darkness to Dante’s expression that excites me. He wants me. He wants to claim me.

“We shouldn’t,” I say again as he pulls my pajama bottoms off.

“You’re right. We shouldn’t.” Despite his words, he still takes my shirt off next. “No bra?”

“I don’t sleep in one.” My skin flushes down to my neck

“God, the sight of you, baby.” He kisses down my chest and over my breasts, giving me goosebumps. The only thing in his way is my underwear. Once that goes, there won’t be anything stopping him from taking me.

Nothing except myself. I could tell him no. I could yell at him to stop.

Yet, I keep my mouth shut. The only sounds that come out of me are little gasps and moans.

Dante kisses down to my panties, then stops. “I’ve imagined this so many times, it’s almost embarrassing.”

“I just need to know. Do you want me to be yours because you want to hurt my family. Or…”

“Ask it.”

“Or do you want me to be yours because you just… want me to be yours?”

His hands tighten on my hips. “I want you to be mine because I want to possess you fully. I don’t give a fuck about your family right now. I just want to be inside of you.”

It’s not exactly the answer I want but I know it’s what I’m going to get with Dante. There’s still a darkness inside of him that will never go away and that’s something I’ll have to contend with.

“What’s it going to be, baby? Do you want to stop? Or do you want me to take you?”

I know what I want, even though it’s the last thing on earth I should want.

Silently, I open my legs wider.

Dante smiles.

He grips my panties and rips them right off me. I gasp from the sensation. It’s both rough and electric.

He places his palm between my legs and begins to rub me, warming me up. My hips buck of their own accord. My body has always had a response to him, whether I’ve liked it or not.

“You’re wet for me,” he growls, sparking more desire through me.

My only response is to moan softly.

“Even your little sounds are shy.” He removes his hand from between my legs and grabs my face, kissing me deeply again. I arch my body against his.

He stands up and slips off his shirt. The sight of his muscular, strong chest only lights me more on fire. With a smirk, he kicks off his shoes and slides his pants and boxers down, showing me all of him.

His erection is a lot larger than I was expecting – not that I had really imagined anything. I was never allowed to watch anything pornographic and even after moving into Anya’s house, I never had the bravery to do it.

“Don’t be scared, baby. I won’t hurt you.”

“It won’t hurt?”

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