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The door whips open, and his ominous form fills the doorway. Cast in shadows, darkness coils around his massive body. His chest is heaving, straining against the tight tee. My fingers itch to tear it off so I can run my hands across the map of tattoos. And scars. Those bullet wounds that prove he’s not the monster he claims to be. Because a true monster would never lay down his life for his brother and fiancée.

“Come out, little mouse.”

I shrink back against the wall, tucking my legs to my chest. I can already feel the arousal slickening my panties. But still, I’m frozen, a chaotic mixture of excitement and nerves paralyzing my body.

Two big hands wrap around the edges of the hamper and a second later, it’s gone. It flies across the room, bounces off the wall and lands upside down. I sit on the floor, curled in the corner with a tremor dancing up my spine. It’s not fear, it’s so much more. The energy racing to my lower half is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

“There she is.” A feral grin curls Dante’s lips, and gawd, it’s equal parts beautiful and terrifying.

He bends down, crouching before me, and wraps a hand around my neck. My pulse flutters against his palm as he runs his thumb over the dip in my throat. “A deal’s a deal, right sweetheart?”

My head bounces up and down because gawd help me, I want this. I wanted him to catch me, I need him balls deep inside me. Because I’m certain for those precious, sinful moments everything else will fade to exist.

His lips crash into mine, all-consuming. His tongue ravishes my mouth, plundering and exploring as he lifts me off the floor, spins us around, and plops me onto the washing machine. Guess we’re forgoing the mattress all together. He sucks my lower lip between his teeth and bites down. Hard. I let out a squeal as the metallic taste overwhelms my tastebuds.

“Bite me,” he whispers against my mouth before offering his pouty lower lip.

“Excuse me?” I rasp out.

“I want you to taste me, to know all my darkest parts so you understand exactly what you’re getting into.” He wraps my legs around his waist and scoots me to the edge of the washer, so his hard cock strokes my center.

I suck his lip into my mouth and nibble at the soft pillow.

“Harder, Rosa,” he barks. “My world is blood and pain, and if you want to survive in it, you must be intimately acquainted with both.”

That dribble of fear rises to the surface. Shit, maybe I am in over my head. Maybe I should have listened to Stella when she warned me away from the crazy heir to the King’s throne.

His midnight irises sear to mine, torment flashing across the never-ending abyss. “Good, you should be scared.” He rocks his hips, rubbing that rock-hard erection against my clit. Once, then twice. My entire body shudders at the friction, and then he stops. I nearly mewl my irritation. “Because once I claim you as mine, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to let you go. You’ve done something to me, sweetheart. When I’m around you, I can’t tell my head from my ass. Self-control has never really been my thing, and once you let me loose, there’s no going back. Do you understand that, Rosa?”

I dip my head to my chin, my gaze unflinching. Then I snag his lower lip and chomp down, until the taste of his coppery blood fills my mouth, mingling with my own. There’s something so damned erotic about sharing blood with this man. It’s like our very souls colliding and merging as one.

A sinful smile spreads his lips as he watches me.

I want Dante Valentino any way I can have him. I want the dark, twisted mob boss, the strong, protective bodyguard, and mostly, the scared, insecure little boy he allows no one to see.

My trembling hands move between us and unbuckle his belt.

CHAPTER27

RUINED

Rose

Before I drag Dante’s zipper down, he’s yanking my shirt off and diving headfirst into my breasts. His mouth closes around a sharp peak, and my back arches from the streaks of pleasure that race straight to my core.

He lifts me off the washer long enough to tear my yoga pants and panties off in one swift move. Then he drops me back on the cold metal. Another shudder races up my spine as the chill from the lid reaches my heated flesh.

Dante snakes a hand around my back, presses a button and a chime rings out over our ragged pants. The washing machine begins to vibrate beneath me, stoking the rising heat between my sensitive folds. “Oh, gawd,” I moan.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he mumbles. “I am your god, but I’ll be the one worshipping at your altar tonight.” He spreads my legs and trails his lips across my inner thigh.

My hands wrap around his wild hair, fingers threading through his silky locks. I’d been so consumed by his tongue I’d completely missed when he’d shed his pants and boxers. I sneak a quick peek at his cock, blood pounding through the thick veins. It stands straight and tall, and I think it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen, so powerful and intimidating. He’s so much bigger than any other man I’ve been with, and I’ve seen a lot of erect dicks.

Thanks for that, Uncle John. You fucked me in the head real good.

Forcing my thoughts away from my dark past, I focus on the Italian god before me. With Dante, I’m untouchable. He fills me with a strength I’ve never experienced.

He’s working his mouth toward my throbbing center, and I’m completely mesmerized by the dark head of hair bobbing between my legs. I scoot to the edge of the washer so I can reach his cock. The need to touch him as his tongue ravages me is overwhelming.

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