Page 165 of Pretty Wicked Secrets

RILEY

I wakeup with a pleasant ache between my legs and a hard cock pressed against my ass.

“Morning, princess,” Dante whispers in my ear, his big body spooning me from behind and his hand splayed wide across my stomach, holding me against him.

I close my eyes against the sun streaming in through his windows. Today is going to change everything, and I’m suddenly greedy for anything that will put it off a little longer. I’m greedy forhim.

And Dante, just like he always does, reads me perfectly.

“One more,” he says, hooking my leg over his from behind and sliding into me.

“God,yes.”

He smiles against the back of my neck, pressing a hot kiss there and then pushing me forward. Rolling me onto my stomach as he slowly pumps into my body, building a slow heat that starts to consume me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs, his body blanketing mine completely as his hands settle on my hips, holding me in place. “Love those sounds you make for me.”

I dig my fingers into his mattress, rocking back to meet his thrusts, and give him what he wants. Let him hearexactlyhow good he makes me feel, my orgasm creeping up on me without any warning and rolling through me like a wave.

“Oh fuck,fuck. Yeah, like that,” Dante groans, shoving me down into the mattress and finishing himself inside me before resting his forehead on my back for a moment. “Gonna miss this,” he says quietly.

I sigh. “Yeah.”

But we both know it doesn’t matter, so after he presses one more kiss to the back of my neck, he rolls off me and we both get out of bed.

“I should go make sure Chloe’s up,” I say, standing in front of him, naked. “Do you know when we’re supposed to head to the meeting?”

“A couple hours, I think,” Dante says, cupping the back of my neck and running his finger down between my breasts. My skin is pale again, other than the twin scars from Logan, and I almost wish the hot wax had left more of a mark. “Logan’s got everything set up with the estate manager.”

A lump tightens my throat. Of course he does. I’ll be claiming my inheritance today, and that means that once we head out, I won’t be coming back to the Reaper house.

Not ever.

“I should shower,” I whisper.

Dante’s lips quirk up, then he nods and kisses my forehead. “Go.”

I swing by my room to collect some clothes and find Chloe already awake and in the middle of packing.

“Is it okay to take all this stuff?” she asks, rooting through my drawers and holding up a few of the things Dante bought for me after Logan shredded my clothes.

I nod, forcing a smile. “Yeah, it’s all ours. Get yourself ready, okay?”

Chloe has nothing, not since we rescued her. But that’s okay. We can share.

I escape to the shower before I do something stupid, like get emotional, and when I finally finish getting dressed and step out of the bathroom, Maddoc is there.

“Were you looking for me?”

“We need to get going,” he says, his voice cool and his eyes shuttered.

I lift my chin. “I’m ready. Let me just go get Chloe.”

He nods sharply, turning toward the stairs. But then he whirls back around and grabs me, his fingers digging into me hard enough to bruise.

I gasp, my body flaring to life. “Maddoc. What—?”

His only answer is to press me back against the wall, pinning me there with his body as he grips my throat and tilts my chin back. His eyes are blazing now, that alluring light gray ringed with darkness like the center of a flame. Then he takes my mouth, hungry and consuming, kissing me like a starving man.

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