Page 121 of Toxic

I move my head and gasp, freezing.

Dante drags his finger down my cheek, neck, then to my nipple. He circles the clamp. "Fuck, you're beautiful, Bridge."

I swallow hard, waiting for him to make the next move.

The more time that passes, the wetter I get. I finally whisper, "Please."

He cocks his eyebrow. "Please, what?"

"Please touch me."

The corners of his lips curve up. He takes a deep breath then steps back, hitting something on the wall. The tension in the chains gets tighter until I'm on the pads of my feet.

My butterflies spread their wings in a frenzy.

Dante slides behind me, his naked body warm against my back. His arm circles my waist, inciting more tingles in my cells. His other hand glides under the collar. He tugs my head back on his shoulder.

A ripple of pain and pleasure shoots through my nipples. I breathe, "Holy!"

His lips and hot breath on my ear send a rush of endorphins to my head, making me borderline dizzy. He traces the outside of my pussy. I squirm, but the tension from the restraints and his hold on me doesn't allow me to move much. His voice turns deeper. "I've changed my mind."

I turn my head to meet his gaze, activating the nipple clamps again. "Oh!"

He smirks then pecks me on the lips and steps back. I immediately miss his body heat. He drags a desk chair across the room, hits the button, and the chains loosen.

"Spread your legs."

I obey, and he slides the chair under me.

"Squat," he orders.

I do it, and he presses the button again. I'm about two inches off the seat when the chains stop moving.

"Good girl," he praises then moves me a step back, sits in the chair, then repositions me over him. "Grab the chains for leverage."

I wrap my hands around them.

He rubs his hands over my inner thighs, and I shudder. "So wet all the time for me," he mumbles, his lips against my cleavage.

"Yes. Always," I confess.

His eyes trail up my body. He grabs my hips and slams me over his cock.

"Oh fuck!" I cry out.

He wraps his hand under the collar, brings my mouth to his, and orders, "Ride me, dolcezza. Show me how much your pretty little pussy wants me in it." He slides his tongue in my mouth, squeezing harder.

I urgently kiss him back, using the chains as instructed, riding him and unable to stop the whimpers flying out of me. His body connecting with mine is a roller coaster of never-ending adrenaline seizing me. It's hit after hit of tension, making me jones for his high.

His deep groan ricochets in the air. He palms my spine, holding me tighter to him. My chest grazes his, sending more sensations through my nipples and straight to my core. But the pain is now barely there. It's a new type of pleasure I've not felt before. Between kisses, he mumbles, "I'm going to marry you, Bridge."

I freeze, staring at him, taking shallow breaths of the tiny amount of air I can inhale.

His face turns stern. "Don't freak out on me."

"I-I'm not. Just—"

"I'm not asking you right now. We're telling the kids before I do," he states.

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