Page 105 of Lies like Rubies, Part One

I leaned back into the plush leather seat, letting my thighs fall apart in an invitation. I needed a distraction, a release, anything to keep my mind off the shitshow that was my life right now and my unending worry about my daughter’s safety and our future.

Dante cut his eyes to me and smiled. “That’s my sweet whore.”

“Class was fine. I need to pick up my textbooks from my old apartment.”

“You’ll have to buy new ones.”

I pressed my lips together in a tight line, furious with my father. He let Ginevra run off to California after she was kidnapped, but locked me in a cage. When she returned and got kidnapped again, he told her how proud he was that she escaped.

Me? I was too stupid, too young, too incapable, too everything.

Instead of moving his fingers under my skirt, Dante left his hand on my leg, sending sparks of need through me, but not doing anything to satisfy the ache. His fingers worked at my skirt, gathering it until he revealed the creamy skin of my thighs. When I moved to press my knees together, his grip tightened, holding my legs splayed wide.

“Kitten, are you wet for me?”

“Soaked,” I affirmed, unable to stop the blush that spread over my cheeks and down my chest like wildfire.

“Slip your hand under that dress and show me how wet you are.”

In the car? Where anyone could see?My heart pounding a million miles per minute, I dipped my hand under the skirt of my dress and ran my fingers through my slit, gathering the slick evidence of my desire. I took a shuddering breath as my core clenched around nothing at all.

When I brought my hand back out, he grabbed it, bringing it to his lips, tasting the glistening slick.

“Fucking delicious,” he said quietly, almost to himself. I moaned as he sucked and licked my fingers.

“Play with yourself, kitten,” he rasped. “Show me what a slut you are for me.”

I slid my hand out of his grasp and back under my skirt, my face flaming red with embarrassment as he watched me from the corner of his eye. Dante must have sensed my uncertainty. “What are the terms of our deal, slut?”

“Anything,” I whispered.

“Play with yourself, slut. Stick your fingers up that pretty pink pussy of yours and feel yourself clench around them.”

I closed my eyes and summoned a fantasy of Dante running his fingers up and down my folds, and did the same, shutting out the honking horns, the sounds of traffic around us, everything but his rough voice and thick accent.

When I circled my clit, a moan slipped out of me before I could stop it.

“That’s it, kitten. There’s no one in the car but me, so let me hear how good it feels.”

My nipples hardened, pressing against the bodice of my dress as they ached for his touch. I kneaded my breast with my other hand, giving in to the pleasure.

Dante sped through the city as I touched myself, bringing myself higher and higher.

“I believe I told you to fuck yourself with your fingers, slut,” Dante reminded me.

I moaned as I slid a finger into myself, hot, wet, and needy. My face flamed at the squelching sound as I pumped in and out, bringing me out of my fantasy. When I risked a look at Dante, he gripped the steering wheel so hard his fingers turned white.

“Keep going, kitten,” he rasped.

I added a second finger, my hips jerking in time with my movements as I imagined Dante moving over me, filling me, fucking me roughly. Desperate to bring myself to completion, I ground my palm against my clit and worked my fingers in and out. My head thrashed against the headrest, and I moaned. Pressure tightened in my core, a tight spiral of aching need, as I pleasured myself with my fingers.

When I pinched my nipple hard, imagining Dante’s teeth biting into me, I whimpered. The pressure grew.So close.I bit down hard on my lip to hold in my cries as I careened closer and closer to my release.

Dante snatched my hand away from my core as I was about to dive headfirst off the cliff. “We’re here.”

I yanked my hand hard, frustrated and uncaring that a parked car meant anyone could see me as they walked by. He didn’t loosen his grip on my hand.

When I looked up at Dante, his smile was cruel and unkind. “Your pleasure is mine to withhold, slut. Don’t forget it.”

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