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He shakes his head. “You don’t sound desperate enough to have me feast on your pussy and definitely not enough to have my cock in that sweet cunt of yours.”

His dirty words have my self-pity floating away and a new heat crawling into my muscles.

He takes my hand and leads us out of the night and back into the fundraiser room. “Where are we going?”

“You sound disappointed that I’m not bending you over outside.”

A shiver rolls through me with anticipation.

“I can’t guarantee no one will see you out there and I never share what’s mine.”

Chapter 27

Demi

Hedragsmetowardthe elevators, the door already sitting open. Dante pushes a button before caging me in the moment they close. His hands slide down the length of my body.

“You’re going to look so gorgeous on your knees begging for my cock.” He places kisses along my neck, capturing me, holding me at his mercy. I elongate my neck, silently begging for more.

The door dings open and I watch as Dante adjusts his large erection through his pants. There’s no hiding it as he leads me down a hallway to yet another hotel room door. He slides a plastic key over the lock and opens the room for us.

We enter and the first thing I notice is that one wall is comprised of a window that looks into the room beside it.

“Before you entered my life, I would rather watch than partake in the fun.” His voice is low and rumbly, coming from behind me. His fingers feather over my shoulder and down my arm.

“Can they see us?” I turn my neck to see his gorgeous face.

“No, it’s a two-way mirror. They see themselves, that’s it.”

I look back at the window, intrigued, but not liking the idea that anyone could be watched and not know about it.

“You don’t have to worry. The people who get that room pay extra for just the chance of someone watching them,” Dante answers huskily.

“What about this room?”

“I own this hotel. This room is mine and no one ever stays in it but me.”

I walk to the glass and place my hand on it. “Do you want me to go into that room?” I ask, unzipping the back of my dress as I allow the material to pool at my feet.

“No. I like touching you.” He hooks his finger into his tie and loosens it before tossing it to the ground.

I watch, memorized, as he leisurely undoes each button as he watches me. The shirt opens with ease and his chiseled stomach sits underneath, begging for my fingers to touch him.

I step out from the material on the ground and close the gap between us. I try to assume the position of a confident woman, but my one hand rests over my stomach. The last time Dante saw me naked, I was a decade younger, I hadn’t had a child, and my skin was flawless. Now, I’m marked, and my ass is definitely not in the same position it used to be.

His eyes skim over me and light with delight. It’s like he can’t see the extra skin, or the zebra-striped pattern on my stomach. He lifts my hand, exposing more skin to him.

“I want you to repeat after me,” Dante says before he pulls me in and presses kisses along my neck. I close my eyes, loving the action. No one but him has ever kissed my neck before. The act is intimate and kind, it makes it easy for me to fall down the rabbit hole of wanting what I can’t have.

“I am beautiful.”

When I don’t repeat immediately, he stops, and it has me realizing I need to repeat after him. “I am beautiful.” That isn’t too hard. I can recognize that I’m not ugly on the outside. My face is pretty enough.

“On the inside.”

I wish I was a person who could easily lie, but continuing his sentence is harder than it should be.

“On the inside.” My hand rubs above my heart, hating the way it squeezes. Dante has always been one of the good ones in our dark world.

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