Page 40 of Velvet Sin
He fought with the same fierceness he now used to drive me against the door in a quick rhythm that left me panting, clawing at him under his suit jacket.It all happened so fast, and it couldn’t have felt more right.Letting him take me after he claimed me.Begging him to touch me with the hands he had just used to defend me.
“Fuck me,” I moaned out, sliding up and down the door with every deep stroke.“Harder, please, harder.”He gave me what I wanted, and I closed my eyes, crying out my approval while the door rattled in time with his strokes.I put everything into it—all the hurt from the past three days, the fear before Dante arrived, my relief.He had saved me.
I gave it all to him, just like he gave everything to me, fucking me until I ached.It still wasn’t enough.It would never be enough.Of him, of this.And I thought I could live without it?Who was I kidding?
“Give it to me,” he demanded, almost punishing me.“Come for me.Only for me.”
I couldn’t help it if I tried, not that I wanted to.It was coming on fast, overwhelming me, consuming me when the wave broke and left me shuttering in his arms.My cries were caught in his mouth and mingled with his as he followed close behind.
It was possible I would never want anyone the way I wanted him.Ever.“I guess I can thank you for showing up unannounced this time,” I decided as I caught my breath, and he laughed against my neck.
“Even if you didn’t thank me, it would’ve been worth it to hit that fucker.”There was a different truth in his eyes when he looked into mine, and it left me breathless all over again when I saw the warmth they held.“I’m just glad I was here,” he concluded.
So was I.
For so many reasons.
17
DANTE
“I’m going to say it.”I pushed myself up on my elbow and frowned down at Lenny in all her naked glory, splayed out across the futon.“We need to get you a real bed.This is not cutting it.”
She giggled behind her hand, then quickly replaced it with a fake scowl.“Typical man.You come over, fuck me twice, then insult my furniture.”
“I’m not the one who has a problem with this.It’s my back.”I pressed a hand to it, wincing while she giggled again.“I’m not the kid I used to be.I need to think about things like this now.”
“Oh, please.You’re thirty-two.”With a very deliberate glance at my crotch, she asked, “Do I need to worry about other parts of your anatomy?It might be time to clear the air on that.”
“I haven’t heard you complain yet.”Her lips were too tempting, drawing a sigh from me when I tasted their sweetness.She sighed, too, and the sound deepened into a groan while her hands ran through my hair.I could have done this all day.Hell, I could’ve done it my whole life and died a happy man.The simple pleasure of being here together like this, with no outside pressures, no expectations.Nothing but us.
I should’ve known it was too good to be true.
“You know something?”she whispered while I took a tour of her throat, lapping at the hollow above her collarbone, then moved farther down.When I grunted something like an acknowledgment, she announced, “You never said you were sorry.”
There went that.I stopped before I had the pleasure of tasting her nipples, raising my head with my heart wedged in my throat.“What?”Because at a time like this, ask stupid questions.I needed to stall.I had to catch up to whatever was in her head.
Her clear, frank gaze was damn unnerving.“You never said you were sorry.Do you know that?”
“I could’ve sworn I did.”My cock didn’t get the message, pressed up against her thigh as I watched her bare tits moving under me with every breath.But with the way her words hit me, I couldn’t devour her like I wanted.Couldn’t let my need to possess her body that was laid bare for me.Instead, I stalled, recounting the embarrassment from the other night.“I’m almost sure I said it as you got in the cab.If not, I know I texted?—”
When she pushed herself up on her elbows, I was forced back onto my knees.“I don’t mean what happened at the club.I mean, what happened the day we broke up.You never said you were sorry.And it’s bothered me all this time,” she admitted.
Why now?Why ever?“Why didn’t you?—”
She was on a roll tonight when it came to cutting me off.“Why didn’t I say anything?I didn’t want to ruin whatever this is now.I didn’t want to bring too much of the past into the present.”
Sitting up, she drew her knees close to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.Only a few minutes ago, she was writhing in ecstasy, riding me while I thought for sure the damn futon was going to splinter under us.Now, she was pensive, and the worry lines between her brows were deep.“Let’s face it.You saw what I was married to.You must remember enough about him to know what a prick he is… dismissive and cruel, always needing to be right, always thinking he’s better.So yeah, maybe I’ve gotten into the habit of shutting myself up before I say too much.Some fights just aren’t worth it.”
I wished I had broken the fucker’s nose, if not his neck.I, for sure, would have cracked his ribs if she hadn’t stopped me.
“I was a stupid, asshole kid,” I reminded her.“I didn’t know how good I had it.”
“Why do I feel like that’s bullshit?”Slowly, she turned her head until those clear, honest eyes of hers were trained on mine.Brutally frank, unblinking, they made me want to look away.Only a coward would do that, but then again, we were talking about the most cowardly thing I had ever done.
She wasn’t going to let me off the hook.“Fine.I knew exactly how good I had it, and I knew I was going to fuck it up anyway.Is that better?”When she flinched, I regretted my sharpness, but every word was true.
“But why?”Her voice was painfully soft now.“Why would you have fucked it up?”
