Page 51 of Lies like Rubies, Part One

He backed me into the door, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His spicy scent filled my lungs, overwhelming me as desire shot through my body. My body’s reaction worked against my previous intentions to grill him about the photos he sent Sergio.

When Dante hummed and brushed his nose up my jawline, I gave in to my arousal and tilted my head, giving him access to my neck. I hated how much I liked not having to resist, how sweet it was to give up control for a few goddamned minutes.

“You smell so fucking good, Sofia,” he whispered against my skin as he dropped open-mouthed kisses down my neck and along my collarbone. “Like roses and sin,” he continued as he worked his way down my arm until he held my palm against his mouth, his tongue tracing patterns on my skin.

He took my index finger between his lips and sucked. Intense, desperate need shot to my aching core, as if there were a taut line between my finger and my clit. “Dante,” I gasped, tugging on my finger, knowing I needed to stop this before he asked me to do something I’d regret.

His teeth dug into the flesh of my finger. When his tongue swirled around the tip, I groaned. My nipples hardened into tight buds, pushing painfully against the lace of my bra.

Finally, he released my finger. “Take off your panties, kitten,” he said, his voice so low and rumbly it was almost a growl.

“What?” I asked. His words were a much needed damper on the fires of my need.

“You heard what I said. Now be the good slut I know you are, and take off your panties.”

The intensity of his gaze traced paths of fire over me as I hiked up my skirt to my thighs, trying not to show my most intimate parts as I worked the scrap of silk over my hips and down my legs. Humiliatingly, a spot of wetness slid against my skin, revealing how turned on I was by Dante’s rough treatment.

His sharklike smile set my nerves afire as I handed him my underwear. What was he going to ask me to do next?

I worked the skirt of my dress back down, only for Dante to yank me into him. He shoved a finger between my legs and ran it along my naked slit, collecting proof that my body liked what he did to me. The sight of his lips wrapped around his finger, sucking on it, tasting, twisted something deep inside me.

“Fucking delicious, kitten.” He licked his lips, and lust slammed through me. “Now get on your knees. Show me how happy you are that I’m here to stop your father from offering you to Sergio Accardi so he can keep the Russos out of the war your stupid boyfriend started.”

My eyes shot to his. I didn’t bother with my mask of composure, not with Dante. He’d seen me naked and crying in a cage—what was left to hide?

“No.” No way would I look neat and put together after giving him a blow job on the floor of my parents’ bathroom. I’d come out looking like exactly the easy slut Dante was turning me into, and my parents would lose their shit.

Steady pressure on my shoulders from his large, calloused hands forced me to the ground. I winced at the cold tile under my bare knees. Dante’s fingers tangled in my hair, loosening the tight updo so that he could grip my hair.

“Take out my cock, slut,” he commanded gutturally.

My hands shook, worrying we’d be caught, as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His velvet skin burned hot against my fingers.

“Suck it,” he ordered, dragging my face closer to him. Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue, licking around his turgid tip, digging into the slit at the end. His breath turned choppy, and I knew I was on the right track. Sloppily, I licked and lapped around him, covering him in spit and drool, before fisting his cock in one hand. I balanced my other hand on his thick thigh, then wrapped my lips around him.

“Fuck, kitten,” he groaned when I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock. “You’re a natural-born cocksucker, so fucking sweet.”

Warmth bloomed in me at his praise. I waited for him to follow it with a humiliating comment about how slutty I was, but when I looked up at him, he watched my lips slide up and down his cock with only heat in his eyes.

His salty taste, his spicy cologne, and the musk of his need overwhelmed my senses until I couldn’t focus on anything but pleasuring the man before me. He’d transformed me into the needy slut he accused me of being, on my knees in my parents’ bathroom, giving a blow job to an almost stranger.

His fingers tightened in my hair. “That’s it, kitten, just like that,” he murmured as I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked. Dante threw his head back in pleasure, quietly moaning as I took him deeper and deeper, meeting my fist with my mouth as I bobbed back and forth. Wonder at the power I held over this man flowed through me. The only thing he could think about right now was my mouth on his cock, the pleasure I brought him.

Tears flowed down my face as I took him deeper and deeper into my throat. With one hand, he released my hair to swipe his thumb over my cheek, collecting the salty moisture. He brought his thumb to his lips, and my pussy clenched when he licked my tears off his finger.

I redoubled my efforts, swirling my tongue around his cock as I gagged on him. When I tried to pull back to breathe, he held my head in place, yanking my hair until it hurt. Then he fucked my face. In and out, he plunged, barely giving me a moment to breathe, unable to concentrate enough to breathe through my nose, until his rhythm turned ragged, and he came with a shout.

Gagging, choking, I resisted his hold, terrified and unable to breathe, until he released me. I sucked in great swallows of air.

I sobbed once, twice, covering my face with my hands. Dante wrapped his hands around mine and drew me to my feet, running his fingers over my face. “Well done, kitten. Such a perfect slut for me,” he murmured, as if his approval might mean a damn thing to me.

How dare he try to soothe me after what we’d done? I jerked back from his touch. For a moment, I wished I were weaker. I wished I were the sort of woman who could lean into him and accept his comfort without hating myself for the insult he’d offered. But I wasn’t.

Dante grabbed my jaw, dragging my gaze back to his. He searched my eyes, his brow furrowed, before relaxing his grip and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

“I need my purse,” I choked out, finally, “to fix my make-up.”

“You don’t want your family to know what a slut you are?” Dante asked lightly, teasing me, ignoring the fury radiating from me. “Where is it, kitten?”

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