Page 163 of Pretty Wicked Secrets

“You deserve it,” I say, which just seems to piss him off even more.

This time, Dante speaks up before Maddoc can. “That’s not what any of this is about, princess.”

“I know you guys need it.”

“Is that what you think we did this for?” Maddoc spits out, advancing on me. “For a cut of your inheritance?”

“I think you’ve used up a lot of resources helping me and Chloe out.”

And all for no gain.

Maddoc’s eyes narrow. “And, what, you decided it was some kind of fuckingbusiness transaction?”

The accusation cracks into me like a whip, and he storms out before I have a chance to stop reeling. Logan follows him out, as tense and stiff as he’s been ever since the night we fucked, making me seriously wonder if I was mistaken about everything.

It… hurts.

“Hey,” Dante says softly as I stare after his brothers.

I quickly wipe the tears off my cheeks and glare at him. “Hey, what?” I snap. “Are you going to throw the money back in my face now, too? Money Iknowyou guys need?”

He pulls me into his arms and kisses my temple. “It’s not that they’re not grateful for the offer, princess. They just care too much, and neither Madd nor Logan is used to that shit. They’ve got no fucking clue how to handle letting you go.”

I swallow hard, all the hurt draining out of me and leaving a different kind of pain in its place. “What about you?”

“I care too much too,” he murmurs, his green eyes dropping to my lips, “but unlike my brothers, I know exactly how I’m gonna handle it.”

I tremble, but he doesn’t leave me hanging. He swoops down and kisses me until I’m breathless… and he doesn’t stop.

“Dante,” I gasp when he scoops me up into his arms, still trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat as I cling to him.

“I’ve got you.”

He takes me up to his room and doesn’t let me go until I’m naked and panting against him, all my confused feelings and the hurt about the way things are going to have to end buried for the moment under the deep, consuming lust that fires my skin.

“Please tell me you’re going to fuck me.”

Dante’s lips slowly curve in a smile so deliciously dirty that I shiver. “Oh, princess. I’m going to do so much more than that.”

He proves it with that wicked mouth of his, laying me out on the bed and making me come twice before he even bothers taking off his clothes. And once he does…

“Fuck, Dante. You’re gorgeous,” I breathe out, trying to lock those vibrant green eyes and miles of inked muscle into my memory.

He looks me over with hooded eyes and one hand wrapped around that thick cock of his. “Back at ya.” I reach for him, but he shakes his head. “I want to try something.”

He lowers the lights, and my heart skips a beat when he lights up a series of candles arranged near his bed instead. They’re tall and blood-red and their flickering light turns the night into something new.

Dante climbs onto the bed behind me. “Virgin skin,” he murmurs, tracing designs between my breasts with his rough, callused fingers before trailing them down my stomach.

He stops just above my shaved pussy and I spread my legs for him, eager for him to use me in whatever way he wants. Anything to keep this night going. To fill the time we’ve still got together with memories my body can hold on to.

But instead of plunging them inside me or, better yet, finally fucking me, he reaches for one of the candles. “Trust me?”

I nod, and he smiles with a hot, possessive gaze that shoots straight to my core, reaching past me to fish something out of his nightstand.

“Is that… baby oil?” I ask as he squirts some between his hands and rubs them together.

“That’s right.”

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