Page 77 of Powerful Deception

“Answer the question, amate. Would you hear those words?”

I breathe in his cologne and nod. “Yes. Yes, I would hear.”

He lets out a chuckle, before forcefully pulling my body against his. He pulls back slightly to look down at me, with a gaze that has me holding my legs tighter together.

Dante is leaning in, but I stop him before his lips make contact with my skin.

“Why?” I breathe out, hating myself for not letting his lips meet me first.

“Why what?” he asks, not pulling back from his position.

“Why do you want to fuck me again? There is nothing special about me.”

I watch Dante as he takes in my words. He has yet to pull away from me and his cologne is still enveloping me.

After a few seconds of us just staring at each other, Dante moves. One of the hands that was on my hip, travels up my body, grazing my breast along the way before it settles on my cheek.

“But there is. There is something special to you. I just don’t know the full capacity of it just yet, but something in me is telling me to figure it out. That I will regret it if I don’t.”

Those are words that I’ve wanted to hear from a man since I was eighteen. Now here they are, being spoken and from a mob boss of all people.

“There’s something special about you too.” I say.

And it’s not a lie that I have to say to get him to trust me. It’s the honest truth.

There is something special about this man, maybe it’s the power, maybe it’s something else, but like him I want to figure it out.

I want to figure out why I’m attracted to this killer. I want to know why I’m so entranced with him that I’m forgetting why I’m actually here.

“So, what should we do about this attraction that we are both feeling then?” His words caress against my lips, while his fingers caress the skin along my jaw and neck.

I don’t even think about my next few words. “We should have sex. No emotions, just sex.” Because that’s the only way I will make it out of this without a broken heart.

“Sex, no emotions.?” He asks, and I nod. “One condition.”

“What?” I look at him curiously.

The hand that is still on my hip moves but not to my ass or to my thigh like I had hoped, but to cup me at my core.

“This pussy is mine and only mine for however long this arrangement is.”

I should be offended that he’s claiming me, but all that it’s doing is making me wetter.

I nod, not even fighting him on it.

“It’s yours.” I say, and he starts to lean in to kiss me, but I stop him. “But that goes both ways. If I’m yours, then you’re mine too.”

Did I just say that? Did I really just tell this man that he was mine? What the hell has gotten into me?

“I think we can work with that.” He says and before I am able to say anything else, his lips meet mine and I’m completely encapsulated in everything that this man is doing to me.

While the hand on my pussy starts to stroke me, his other moves from my face to my hair, pulling my face even closer to his.

My own hands grab at his shirt with hunger.

When his tongue slides along the seam of my bottom lip and then enters my mouth, I let out a moan.

This man knows how to play my body like it was a piece of music and I’m loving every single second of it.

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