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“I’d cut my dick off before I hurt you. And I love my dick.” It wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, but in my book, it meant more than any mushy words would have. It meant the world. Dante kept his eyes on me, his hand continuously roaming my back. “But you gotta face your demons.”
My stomach clenched. He was right, of course. I’d allowed them to control my life for so long that it became part of me. And that was not who I was. I was stronger than that.
“Sh-should we try and switch positions?”
He shook his head. “No, stay where you are.” His gaze dropped to my lips, his jaw pulsing. His eyes drifted back up to mine where possessive heat sizzled in his dark depths.
“Why?”
“You kicked me in the balls and they still hurt.” We stared at each other. A heartbeat of awkward silence and he barked out a laugh. “Great reflexes, my wildling wife.”
I tilted my head, trying to discern whether he was mocking me or being sincere. He must have read my expression, because he added, “I’m dead serious. The kick was on point.”
My lips curved into a smile. “I guess so, if I kicked you in your balls.”
He chuckled and the sound warmed my whole body.
“I have a gym in the basement. We could practice,” he offered.
I scoffed softly, though there was no heat behind it. “You want to get your ass handed to you, huh? Or maybe your balls?”
His smile fucking dazzled and entered my chest, sending fireworks through my bloodstream. How could he go from someone I couldn’t stand to someone who sent electricity through my veins in the span of a week?
It was as if he bewitched me.
He cupped my face and brought our noses together. “I want my wife to kick everyone’s ass and balls. Even mine.”
I should have known right then and there things were too good to be true.
CHAPTER38
Juliette
After our breakfast, the two of us changed into our gym clothes.
For me that was a sports bra and butt-hugging shorts. Dante opted for sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a plain white T-shirt. The abs that showed through that white T-shirt tempted and teased so much that I tripped over my own feet.
Dante’s reflexes were better than mine because before I even knew I was falling, his fingers wrapped around my elbow, steadying me.
“Got to keep your eyes up, Wildling,” he teased softly.
I met his dark eyes that burned with possessiveness and desire. He had no trouble staring at me and walking without tripping.
“Then why are you staring at me?” I mumbled, my cheeks burning already.
It had to be a permanent effect with this man. I never fucking blushed until he entered my life.
“Because I love your legs,” he murmured. “And your ass. Your tits too.” I shook my head, but damn it, I liked hearing him say he liked my body. I reached for the bottle of water and unscrewed the cap, taking a sip to cool off, when he continued, “But most of all I love the taste of your pussy.”
I choked, almost spitting the water out. Instead, I swallowed and sent it down the wrong pipe, causing me to cough and my throat to burn. Immediately, Dante’s hand came to my back and started patting it gently.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he grumbled. “I thought you knew I’m in love with your pussy.”
That’s not helping,I wanted to say but couldn’t find my voice.
Instead, I waved my hand and would have laughed if not for trying to clear my throat while tears burned in my eyes. Dante was fucking crazy, but it’d seem I kind of liked it.
“You trying to kill me?” I rasped, narrowing my eyes on him although there was no heat behind it.
