Page 70 of Toxic

I obey, and he slides next to me. The moment the door shuts, he pins his body over mine, sliding his tongue in my mouth, mumbling, "That was hot, dolcezza. And now you're going to ride me like you rode that bull." His fingers unbutton my jeans. He shoves my pants past my knees then takes care of his own before flipping onto his ass. He pulls me over him so the tip of his cock is against my entrance. His arms circle me, and his hand grasps my hair as he murmurs into my lips, "Take me."

I shudder as I sink on him, gasping into his mouth.

He firmly holds my head in front of his face. His dark orbs drill into mine. In a stern voice, he orders, "Now, ride me. I want to inhale your breath as you come, Bridge."

More flutters erupt. I clutch my arms around him, obeying his commands, taking him as deep as I can.

He groans and moves one hand to my ass cheek, squeezing it and tugging my head back. His teeth graze my lobe. He mumbles, "All week, I've thought about your pussy clenching my cock. I imagined you working me, just like this, and feeling you tremble in my arms. How much did you think about it, dolcezza? Hmm?" His face moves in front of mine.

I lean closer to his lips, but he cuts off my kiss, holding my head and hip firmly so I can't move, while pinning his steely gaze on mine. He orders, "Tell me."

"Every day," I admit.

He studies me for a brief moment then nods before resuming the speed of my hips and flicking his tongue in my mouth.

Grasping him tighter, I sink my knees into the leather, taking him deeper, whimpering from the sweet friction I've been craving since our last encounter.

Fire explodes in his eyes. "You're testing my patience, dolcezza. All these years of wanting you, and you're still not fully mine, are you? You're still testing my patience. And I'm not a patient man."

I roll my hips faster, trying to ignore his statement but having to push down the automatic response that jumps into my mind. It would be easy to tell Dante I'm his while I'm in his arms. But that would have consequences. Once I proclaimed I was his, history shows he'd take off running. I close my eyes, no longer able to take his stare down, and lean into his ear, whispering, "Just fuck me. Take all your words away and just fuck me."

His chest heaves with a sigh, but he pulls me tighter to him, then grips my hip, shimmying my body over his at a new, almost frantic pace.

"Oh God," I breathe. Adrenaline fills up my cells. My walls begin trying to hold on to any part of him I can. The tip of his cock becomes his weapon, thrusting into me over and over, tormenting me until sweat pops out on my skin.

"Fuck," he growls then flips me off him and over so I'm facing the back of the SUV. He pushes me over the seat and presses his body against mine. His hot breath hits the back of my neck as he penetrates me even deeper than before.

Shuddering, I blink several times, trying to regain my focus.

"You want me to fuck you?" he demands.

"Yes!"

"Like this? My cock drenched in you, hard, pulsing, fucking desperate to drown in you?"

"Yes," I admit.

He tugs on my hair and puts his lips on my cheek. "Then confess you want to drown in me, too—that it's not just me, Bridge. Say it."

No analysis is possible. Dante's body in and on mine is sweet relief from every part of reality. I blurt out, "I do. Let me drown."

"I got you, my dolcezza. But right before you sink, I'm pulling you up. Then I'm going to bring you right back there. Before the morning comes, I'm taking everything you have to give me, whether you know you want to or not. Every disillusion you have about us, I'm going to rip apart until you see me... I mean, really see me."

My walls spasm around him. I'm about to spiral, but he stops, pressing his pelvis against my ass. I turn toward his face, desperate for my release. "Don't stop."

His lips curl into an almost-sinister expression. Smoldering, intense flames leap from his eyes. "Tell me you want me."

I try to move my hips but can't. He's got me locked against the seat.

In a stern tone, he demands, "Tell me now, Bridget."

"I want you," I admit.

His jaw clenches, and he sniffs hard. "All of me."

"I want all of you."

The corners of his lips turn up, but he's not satisfied. His hot breath hits my ear, ordering, "Say please."

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