Page 6 of Depraved
“As if you don’t already know,” I tease.
“Humor me.”
“Because I don’t follow any man’s lead,” I answer bravely as we almost seal against each other.
Dante brings my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the top before he turns it sideways and bites, making me jump, a small gasp escaping my lips.
“We’ll see.”
His free hand brushes over the curve of my hip, settling against my flesh exposed by my backless dress, as his other releases my hand and snakes around my neck to grip me at the nape.
My fingers curl around the lapels of his tux, lost in our bubble, as my chest begins to rise and fall with the delicious bite of sexual tension.
We stand in silence as he holds me in place.
“We’re dancing,” he grits out.
I shake my head and grin, opening my mouth to protest, but Dante gives my body a little jerk, cementing me against him and making me wet.
“I wasn’t asking.”Holy fuck.
Our bodies begin to sway, pressing against each other in just the right way. He’s fucking me in front of a room full of people, and nobody’s the wiser.
Dante leans his face down close to my ear, his tongue running over the sensitive lobe before he whispers in a low, gravelly voice.
“See, following is easy. You just needed the right man to lead.”
Dante’s hand is burning a permanent mark into my back as we walk through the lobby of his building. We barely made it through the song before he had me whisked away into the car.
The entire ride back we drove in silence, his hand on my thigh, indecently high where he kneaded and stroked his fingertips deliciously close to my center.
I felt feral—I could’ve mounted him right there and rubbed up against him until I came. Jesus, he’s making me crazy.
He leads me into the elevator, giving a nod to the attendant. A couple tries to enter but is stopped, and they gawk in confusion toward us as the doors close them out.
Dante stands silently with that sexy damn smirk and leans forward to enter a code on the pad. The metal box begins to move as he pulls his phone from his pocket and types out a quick message, glancing up to the corner of the elevator as he finishes.
My gaze follows his just in time to see the tiny red blinking light go dim then black.
Did he just have the cameras turned off?
His hand leaves my back as he shoves both hands in his pockets, reclining back against the wall and turning his head to look at me.
“Take off the dress.”
My eyebrows shoot up as I look back at him. “I’m sorry, what?”
Dante’s jaw tenses. “Don’t make me repeat myself. Take off your goddamn dress. Leave on the garters. I want you naked in my home.”
He jerks his chin for me to start, and as much I want to say “fuck off” …I want to say “fuck me” more. Dante’s filth is right up my alley.
My hand reaches for the strap of my dress, pushing it off my shoulder as I grin. “The cameras?” I question just to be sure.
“Off,” he answers, running a finger delicately over my collarbone. “I’m gonna fucking destroy you tonight, Sarah.”
“Promise?” I breathe out haughtily, letting the other strap fall, taking the dress down my frame.
He rises to his full height, pushing off the elevator wall, and lets his eyes roam my body, now only covered in lace panties and garters.
