Page 61 of Lies like Rubies, Part One

Trembling, I leaned forward until my hands pressed against the glass, furious that my nipples pebbled and an ache grew in my core at the thought of an audience to my punishment.

“Lower,” he said, and I slid my hands downward until my back arched and my ass pushed into the soft fabric of his trousers.

“Dante, it’s too much. You go too far.” I kept my eyes squeezed closed, as if doing so would change the fact that I was pressed up against a glass window in lingerie, entirely visible to the whole fucking city.

“I’ll push you as far as I want, slut,” Dante murmured behind me. “And right now, I want the whole city to see what a whore you are for me.”

I whimpered at the thought, shame rushing through me, not at the deal I’d made to protect Lizzie, never that, but at how turned on I was by every damn thing Dante did to humiliate me.

Hot fingers hooked into my panties, drawing them down my legs, then baring me to Dante and the rest of the goddamned world. When he nibbled on the cheeks of my ass, I sobbed at the humiliation, and when he gently lifted each of my feet, my tears began to fall.

“There we go,” he murmured, pressing his body into mine as he caged me against the window. He slipped my bra off, and then I was entirely naked, shaking with shame and fear. What was he going to do next?

“Let’s say five,” Dante said. “So you remember to think the next time you go home with a violent asshole.” The gentle kiss on my shoulder shook me to my core, far more than the threat of the violence he was about to unleash.

Five straps of leather across my ass later, I was sobbing my fool heart out, swearing I’d make better choices in the future.

“Will you?” Dante asked. “Somehow, I doubt that.”

I stood there, bent over against the glass, crying as I once again regretted my choices.

The sound of a phone taking a picture shot through the room, silencing me as I realized what he’d done.

“What the fuck?” I snapped, my stomach dropping. Sergio would see me like this, how I’d submitted so completely.

Dante said nothing as he ran his fingers down my sides, then my ass, stroking over the aching welts he’d left.

“I should have hit you harder,” he murmured, “if you have the wherewithal to speak now.”

I shook my head frantically. “No, no need to hit me harder.”

When Dante’s tongue caressed my core, I choked back a whimper. The contrast between the pleasure he gave me against the brutality of his whipping set off a confusing maelstrom in my chest.

“Easy,” he said when I jerked away, then nudged my legs apart. Oh, God. The entire city could see him behind me, my breasts hanging down, my nipples hard and begging for attention, as he explored me with slow and careful licks.

“Please, Dante—sir—don’t do this,” I begged.

He ignored me, sliding first one finger into my channel, then a second, scraping against my inner walls until I whined with pleasure. When he inserted a third, I gasped, and when he sucked on my clit a final time, I exploded, heedless of who might be watching. I was beyond caring, chasing the pleasure that this dangerous man brought me.

In one smooth motion, Dante stood and slid his cock into me, the fabric of his pants painful against my ass. There was no resistance, and I didn’t bother pretending indifference. “Fuck,” I swore as he pulled out and slammed back into me. “Dante,” I breathed.

“Yes, kitten?” he answered, amusement coloring his voice as he slammed in and out of me.

His phone rang.

“Keep your eyes closed, kitten, and don’t make a sound,” he instructed me.

“Oscuro,” he answered with a bark, snapping his hips again, filling me so deeply I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped.

In response, Dante slid one arm around my chest, lifting me until I stood straight, and pressed our bodies against the glass. He hooked two fingers into my cheek and turned my face to the side. Frantically, I sucked on them, desperate to hide the sounds of my pleasure as he fucked me.

“I don’t know where the fuck she is, Morelli,” he snapped. “What’s wrong?”

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my—he squeezed my jaw. I sucked hard on his fingers to contain the noises escaping while he spoke with Lorenzo on the phone.

“I don’t give a shit that her father wants to speak to her. I’m not her keeper.”

He continued to snap his hips, slamming his cock in and out of me while he tore into Lorenzo for bothering him.

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