Page 84 of Ruthless Sinner

I don’t know where the hell this man learned to kiss like this, but Jesus, I’m breathless and dazed.

Dante kisses me as if he wants to swallow me whole. If that’s the case I’d let him.

He groans and it’s a glorious sound. The tremor hums through my body in the most delightful of ways, telling me he’s enjoying me too.

I moan in response and Dante grabs a fistful of my ass so he can lift me. After a weekend of practicing, I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. His thick erection presses into my pelvis through two layers of our clothing and I crave him inside me, pounding into me the way he did only this morning.

Crushing my breasts to his chest kicks up my heartbeat. It’s as out of control as his.

My fingers tangle in his hair, weaving through the soft strands and I can’t get enough.

Desire spreads through my body so fiercely it’s almost painful and I want him more than I ever have.

But damn it, my phone rings.

It’s dad’s ringtone.

I’m tempted to leave it and ignore the call. He’s only calling to issue some order he wants me to follow anyway and make me feel like shit.

It rings and rings and I want to throw it through the window so I don’t have to hear it anymore, then panic grips me that if Dad doesn’t speak to me he might send Miko to come and check on me.

The worry makes me pull out of the kiss.

“God, I’m so sorry. I have to take that.” My voice already sounds as if Dante is deep inside me.

“Let it ring, baby. I need you.” He kisses me again.

“It’s my father. He’ll get my guard if I don’t answer.”

“Okay, hurry back.”

He sets me down and I feel his eyes on my ass as I rush back to the sofa to get my phone.

When I answer it and look back at Dante, mischief lights up his eyes and he gives my body a look so scandalous I blush inside and out and all over.

“Hi Dad.” My voice is still breathy so I compose my thoughts and try not to think about sex. It’s just hard when the six foot six Russian god is standing paces away from me looking at me like he wants to eat me.

“I was starting to worry.” Dad’s voice returns my mind to earth.

“Sorry. I was in the other room.” I’m literally lying through my teeth.

“That’s fine. How are things with Matthew?”

For the split second of a moment I struggle to remember who Matthew is. Then it comes to me and I frown.

“Matthew is fine.”

The moment I mention his name something wicked flashes in Dante’s eyes.

He walks up to me while Dad is saying something that I can’t quite make out because I’m so distracted by Dante.

“Serenity,” Dad says my name in a tone that suggests he’s asked me something before and is waiting for an answer.

“Sorry I didn’t hear you.” I press my hand to my cheek.

Dante smiles at me and I know, I just know from the cunning expression on his face that he’s going to do something crazy I can’t control.

“I said is I’d love for you to spend as much time with him as possible.” Dad’s voice is firmer taking the tone he uses in the courtroom.

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