Page 18 of Brutal Don

“Keep me?” Cara demanded.

He probably didn’t miss the outrage in her voice. The idea of being Dante’s girlfriend or even his mistress or wife intrigued her, just a little. Since she’d been with him, Cara didn’t need to worry about money or her boss harassing her.

Dante hadn’t mistreated her. In fact, in his own way, he seemed to care for her. Of course, he could take his words back any moment. Dante could still drop her without warning.

Dante only laughed, twirling a finger into her hair. He stopped touching her, which was a pity. The wicked side of her wanted another romp in the sheets before Dante went to work this morning.

“That’s right. I never imagined myself getting tied down to any woman but you’ll be the only exception,” Dante said. “Cara, I intend to make you my wife.”

Cara sucked in a breath. “A few minutes ago, I admitted that I intended to drug you, then run away.”

“After what happened yesterday, you won’t be running away from me, will you?” Dante asked, an edge to his words.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she whispered.

“Good.” Dante lifted her hand and placed a kiss on it. “I’m a man who believes in second chances, but if you betray me again, I won’t be as forgiving. Do we understand each other?”

“We do,” she told him.

Cara leaned in, hesitated, but Dante simply cupped the back of her neck and kissed her. Cara thought she imagined the chemistry between them last night. She didn’t. The kiss sizzled. Cara wanted it to go on forever. When he pulled away, she panted, wanting more.

“If I don’t leave now, I fear I’ll be late to my first meeting of the day,” Dante said.

“You’re the boss,” she pointed out.

“That’s right,” he beamed. “The meeting can wait.”

Dante watched her like a hawk. Heart racing, Cara positioned herself on his lap, aware she was only wearing one of his shirts and her underwear.

Dante only wore what he did most nights to bed—his boxer shorts. Cara suspected he used to sleep naked before she came along. He wore those boxers to make her feel less awkward. Dante fingered the hem of her shirt.

Cara raised her arms and Dante took off her shirt without ceremony.

“Beg me,” he told her.

“Please, Dante,” she murmured. “Please.”

“Do you want this?” he asked.

“I do,” she whispered.

Cara couldn’t tell him how alive he made her feel the night before. How much pleasure she had taken in their lovemaking. She had tried to fight the heat between them since day one. Cara told herself she would never give in to him but it was so exhausting, being a fighter all the time. Yielding sounded easier, so much more exciting. Besides, she just learned she wasn’t a temporary toy for him. She could be so much more.

All her life, Cara felt powerless. Her father’s mounting medical bills nearly crushed her. She felt like a slave, working day in and day out at the diner. Each month was a struggle to pay the bills. Why would she continue that life, when Dante was offering to make her his queen?

Dante slipped his hand to her underwear. With a single jerk, he ripped the thin, cotton fabric. It fluttered to the floor and it dawned on Cara she was completely bare and exposed to his gaze.

Cara moaned when he lowered his head to her left breast and closed his mouth on her hardening bud. At the same time, Dante slipped his hand under her pussy folds and began to stroke her. Cara immediately grew wet for him.

She shifted on his lap, gasped when he left his bite mark on her right breast, then her left. Cara could hardly feel the pain because he mixed it with pleasure.

Dante certainly knew how to please a woman. She had never experienced a more attentive lover. The few men she had dated in her free time only wanted to fuck her, then move on.

The prospect of a relationship wasn’t even on the table. Yet, here was Dante, claiming he intended to keep her. Not wanting to be a passive participant, Cara reached for his boxers. Dante allowed her to pull out his beautiful and thickening cock. The tip was already glistening with pre-cum.

He groaned when she started to work him. Dante hadn’t stopped stroking her pussy. In fact, he had moved onto her sensitive clit. Cara never thought watching each other get off could be so hot. Dante stopped touching her. She released his cock and gripped his biceps. Cara looked right into his eyes.

“Fuck me, Dante. Finish inside me,” she whispered.

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