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Cara didn’t meet his gaze but she had a faraway look in her eyes that told Dante she wasn’t one hundred percent present.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” Dante crooned. He pulled out a handkerchief. Cara stepped back as he entered the bathroom. He dabbed the handkerchief with water. Cara stood still and didn’t say a single word as he cleaned her face.

“Your expensive handkerchief … it’s dirty now,” she finally said.

“This? I have more like it. Why don’t we get you out of that filthy dress?” Dante asked. Before she panicked, Dante placed his hands on her shoulders. “Don’t worry, I won’t peek. I’ll be right outside while you wash up. Deal?”

“No deal,” she whispered. “Don’t leave. Stay here with me until I’m done.”

Cara’s words surprised him but he only nodded. “Then I’ll be right here in case you need me,” Dante told her.

Chapter Eight

So cold, Cara thought. She didn’t know why her skin felt like ice, even as she took off her clothes and shoved her shivering body under the hot shower. Cara couldn’t seem to warm up.

She caught sight of Dante, with his back turned to her. He was giving her privacy, Cara realized. It seemed crazy he was acting like a gentleman toward her, even now. She had shared several meaningful conversations with this man, even bared her soul occasionally to him. They even slept in the same bed, and now he was acting like a stranger?

“Dante,” she whispered.

He turned and the wicked part of Cara liked the silent appreciation in Dante’s eyes. It wasn’t like casual interest. Dante had discarded his polite mask, giving Cara a glimpse of the hungry beast beneath.

Tonight, Cara wanted Dante to devour her, to fill her with warmth so she could forget what she’d seen and felt today.

“Join me,” she said. Her voice sounded odd, sultry.

“How can I refuse temptation when it’s staring me right in the face?” he asked.

Dante shrugged off his jacket, then unbuttoned his shirt underneath. Watching him undress only heightened the anticipation.

Her nipples tingled and she felt moisture gather between her legs as he took off every piece of clothing. Cara didn’t know why the scars on his body surprised her, given his line of work. His sculpted body was a battlefield of scars and ink, texture, and history. She wanted to run her fingers over every inch of him.

After what felt like a century later, Dante joined her. The shower area was large enough to hold an orgy. They both had plenty of space. Cara wanted to eliminate the distance between them, so she crooked a finger at him.

The next moment, Dante was mere inches from her. Dante put his hands on her body, angled his lips against her. His hands were big and callused. Here was a man who had known labor and that was one more thing she liked about him.

Those hands were probably stained with the blood of his enemies as well but Cara didn’t care, not at that moment. Dante didn’t hold back. He kissed her rough and deep. Cara only wanted more.

She raked her nails down his shoulders. He didn’t hiss, didn’t complain, only smiled at her like a wolf. Dante pushed her against the marbled wall. Her pulse raced. Cara no longer felt cold.

Dante’s body burned like a furnace. He closed in, slid his fingers through her hair, and tasted her lips again. This time, he took his time savoring every inch of her.

Cara gripped his shoulders and unthinkingly mounted him, knowing he could easily take her weight. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hoping to feel his slick cock inside her soon. Dante didn’t disappoint. He pressed his cock against the folds of her pussy.Do it, claim me, she thought in wild desperation.

Without warning, he entered her. Cara gasped, clinging onto him tightly. Dante didn’t ram into her like an overexcited teenager. Instead, he entered her slow and steady, making her aware of every generous inch of him. When he was finally fully seated inside her, Cara could only hear her uneven breathing.

“Move,” the demand left her lips with a hiss.

Dante rewarded her with a smug smile she initially hated, but had grown to appreciate. He took her against the bathroom wall with finesse. Dante started with a slow pace, then built it up. Cara found herself meeting him for every thrust. Sex hadn’t been special to her before. With Dante, it was mind-blowing.

With each push, Dante made sure to brush against her sensitive clit. Cara’s nipples bounced as he took her, faster and deeper with each turn. His next entry brushed against her sensitive spot. Cara arched her back, crying out as he aimed for it again.

It didn’t take long for the pressure building inside her to burst. Cara came, screaming out his name. Dante plowed her a few more times, before filling her with his warmth.

Afterward, he lowered her gently until her feet touched the floor. The water was still running, Cara realized.

“Don’t let go of me yet. I don’t think I can stand on my own,” she warned him.

Dante held her, running his fingers down her side. He stroked her the way an owner would a favorite pet. That thought thrilled her, although it shouldn’t.

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