Page 12 of Pretty Dark Vows

“I like this too,” he adds, running his hand down my dyed purple and blue hair before wrapping it around his fist.

My scalp burns a little when he tugs on it, forcing my head back and then trailing his fingers down my throat like he’s mapping out the marks he’s probably left there. He runs his fingers back and forth over my choker, then drags them down to my chest, his eyes following the same path.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. “Even hotter than you looked on stage.”

He palms my left breast and squeezes it, the pressure just firm enough to make me gasp. When he tweaks my nipple, I hiss at the sharp burst of sensation as my pussy floods with wet heat.

“Too much?” he asks, arching a questioning brow at me as he keeps playing with my breast.

“Fuck, no,” I whisper, rolling my hips against him like he’s my stripper pole. “Don’t stop.”

He laughs, low and dirty, then puts that hot mouth of his back on mine and uses his grip on my hair like a leash as he walks me backward toward the wall. He presses me against it and grinds against me, holding my arms over my head with one hand as he plays with my body, grinding against me and kissing me like he’s got all damn night.

But as much as I like the idea of this going on forever, my clit is throbbing greedily, my pussy clenching like a second pulse, reminding me how badly I want to feel this maneverywhere.

“Come on,” I pant, finally ripping my mouth away from his as I rock against him, my hands straining against the hold he’s got on my wrists. “Fuck.Dante.”

“Mmm, that’s right.” He gives a little hum, his hooded eyes dropping to my lips. “Say my name just like that.”

“Dante.”

I put more emphasis on the word this time, although I’m not sure if it sounds more seductive this way, or if it just sounds like I’m seriously considering punching him if he doesn’t give me more.

His low chuckle vibrates against me, but he drops my wrists, running his hands over my hair again. He drags the strands forward to spread them over my shoulders, draping my dual-colored locks down around my breasts and rubbing the silky hair against them.

“You’re a goddamn work of art, you know that?” he rumbles.

That’s actually one of the better compliments a guy has ever given me, and I might even blush a little if he didn’t have me so worked up that I feel like I’m about to go crazy if he doesn’t fuck me already.

So instead of using words this time, I grab his dick through his jeans.

He grunts, his eyes flashing with heat, then he pulls my hand away and pins it against the wall again.

“Patience, princess,” he says with a deliciously hungry smile. He winds his other hand around my hair and tilts my head to one side, then drags his nose along my neck, breathing me in with a groan. “Neither one of us is leaving this room until you’ve been good and fucked. But you don’t get to decide when that happens. And do you know why?” he whispers when he gets to my ear, tightening his grip on my hair.

I shiver, and it’s definitely not because I’m cold.

“Because you think you’re in charge,” I breathe, trying to give a taunting lilt to my voice—although just saying those words makes me feel like I’m about to combust.

Dante chuckles, that languid smile spreading over his face again, although his eyes still glint like a predator’s. “Close, but you got one word wrong. I don’t think it. I know it. Do you need me to show you?”

As soon as the final word leaves his lips, he spins me around to face the wall, fast enough to make me dizzy, then presses that big, hard body of his against my back, pinning me in place.

I can feel the throbbing beat of the club music working its way inside every inch of me as his hands start to roam over my body like he owns it.

My stomach flutters with anticipation as I push my ass back against him. “Yes. Fucking show me already.”

I feel his chuckle as much as hear it. “You’re fucking demanding.”

A strangled sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan leaves my mouth, because he’s one to talk.

But he’s also not wrong.

It’s been a while since I had sex with anyone, and given that the last dick I had anything to do with was Rob’s, it’s been even longer since a man has actually pressed all the right buttons to work me up.

Dante licks the skin under my ear, and hot sparks shoot through me. Then he grinds his cock into my ass, clamps his teeth down, andsucks.

I let out a ragged noise, a full-body shudder going through me that almost feels like coming.

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