Page 70 of Ruthless Saint

Before I know it, my hands travel south, brushing my exposed skin, while my brain conjures up images of Dante, bare chested, coming out of the swimming pool. I stroke my breasts, thinking back to when he made my world explode into a thousand little pieces. Touching the skin just above my panties and skimming the line, I imagine his calloused fingers doing it.

My breaths are coming fast as the temperature in the bedroom skyrockets. My body tingling with anticipation, waiting for the fireworks. Droplets of sweat gather at the nape of my back, and with a crazed growl, I kick off the blanket. I need more. More control. More freedom.

Dante’s t-shirt is next. The same one I fished out of his closet just so I could feel a small part of him around me. So I could feel safe while asleep. I’m about to toss it to the side, but then I think better of it and put it right next to my face, inhaling the heady scent of Dante’s cologne.

For a second, I feel like a weirdo. Almost naked, lying on a bed belonging to a man I was sure hated me while sniffing his t-shirt. But despite the sudden awkwardness, I don’t stop my explorations. Instead, I finally slide my fingers under the cotton material and circle my clit, all the while thinking of the confusing gorgeous Mafia boss who acts like he hates me one moment, then treats me like I’m precious the next. Like, I’m worth savouring. Worth saving.

My hips rock against my fingers as I slide them over my wet slit before teasing my clit again, thinking back to when Dante’s fingers were inside me. What would it feel like to have him again? But not just his fingers. I want to do everything. I want him to show me that sex could feel good.

I am desperate for the euphoria he brought me to. I’d give anything to feel his body against mine right now. No clothes, no barriers. Feel his weight on top of me. Feel his cock pressing against me. Inside me.

My fingers pick up speed, so does my breathing. I’m close. So close. I can feel my whole body tingling, the orgasm I’m craving just within reach. But every time I think I’mthere, it evades me, the jumble of thoughts swirling in my head, not allowing me to let go.

With an angry growl, I rip my underwear down my legs and sink my fingers inside my pussy, trying to mimic theway Dante touched me. Trying and failing to jump over the ledge.

Tears spring to my eyes as, frustrated, I circle my clit over and over again. Why isn’t this working?

Why did it work when he did it and not now? Is it because I’m doing it wrong? Is it because I gave over control to him? Let him put his hand around my throat while he finger fucked my pussy? I was the one holding the power, my foot hovering over the brakes, but he was the one in charge of steering my body.

I try. I try so hard my brows are creased in concentration as fever engulfs my body. I think of everything Dante has done. I think of the way he smells. I think of how his mouth tasted when he kissed me.

But I must be broken because, despite my efforts, nothing happens. Could Dante have ruined me for all future orgasms?

Frustrated, I groan before swinging my legs off the bed and naked as the day I was born, head outside of the bedroom, down the stairs and into the dark courtyard. Not caring one bit that someone could see me. I’m too far gone forthat.My body heated to the point ice caps would melt, craving the weightlessness of the water. Maybe if I’m deprived of my senses, I can forget about the dull ache inside me.

As soon as I open the patio door, the chilled air assaults me, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my skin.

“Jesus wept,” I hiss, jumping towards the lit up pool, steam rising up in misty billows. Maybe this naked walk was not one of my best ideas. I briefly consider turning around and going back inside, but then my toes reach the steps, and before I know it, I’m submerged up to my neck in the warmth. My heated skin tingling as the current from a nearby jet brushes against my mound. An involuntary moanescapes my lips as I tilt my body so I can feel more. Once again, I spread my legs, reaching down with my fingers to brush against my clit. But the release I’ve been craving is still out of reach. I’m so hot, so frustrated I could cry. With my bottom lip wobbling, I let my legs fold and kneel on the bottom of the pool, holding my breath until my lungs burn.

A flash of genius strikes me as I get back to the surface. Is this it? The missing ingredient?

Without a thought, I dive back under water, my fingers pressing against my swollen clit.

30

DANTE

The gravel crunches beneath the wheels of my car as I pull into the faintly lit driveway. It’s only been a few days, but I’m already feeling uneasy. I need to make sure she’s safe.

Not because I care.

I fucked up once already, leaving her to be swallowed by the system. So now I need to repent. Make sure I fix what I’ve done wrong.

Definitely not because I care…

Jumping out of the car, I rush through the front door and into the house in less than a minute. It takes me no time to run up the stairs and reach her bedroom. With my hand on the doorknob, I lean my forehead against the cold wood and take a deep breath. I know I’m being unreasonable with my need to see her, the need to make sure she’s unharmed. I can’t explain it. This feeling is messing with my head so much I’m starting to lose myself. Just to prove to myself I’m not completely crazy, I should turn away. Go to my bedroom instead. But then I might be assaulted by her scent on my sheets. With that, my mind snaps back to a few nights agowhen my fingers were buried deep inside Alessa’s pussy as I made her come.

“Fuck,” I growl, my fisted palm tapping against the wall—when all it wants to do is punch a hole through it—in hopes of trying to shake myself from the memories. From this obsession I have developed.

I can’t lose it like that—at the mere thought of her pussy. I’m a grown ass man, for fuck’s sake. My dick has other ideas, though, as it strains against the thin material of my sweats.

Resigned, I twist the knob and quietly open the door, my heart pumping fast for no apparent reason. It’s only when I see the room is empty that I realise I’m holding my breath. Hesitant, I take a step inside, taking in the space around me. It feels cold, unlived in. Has Alessa decided to sleep in a different guest room? I know she’s been staying in my house and hasn’t left, because I’ve been getting regular updates from Angelo and my men.

I check the other rooms nearby, but every single one looks the same—cold, empty and untouched except for the red coloured knick knacks added. I fight the smile trying to break through despite my annoyance; she sure has been busy. There’s only one room left. My bedroom. My heart picks up speed again as my feet take me closer. This time I don’t hesitate when I push the door open and step in. Her scent instantly surrounds me, and my dick wakes up once again, hoping for playtime. Has she been sleeping here? Her clothes are on the floor near the bed, which looks like someone had a fight with the sheets in it, and lost. I press my hand against the mattress, only to find it cold. She’s not here, but she has been.

The smirk on my face feels odd, almost like a smile, as I walk out of the bedroom and head back downstairs to find her. I can play hide and seek, but when I find her, she’ll haveto pay. And I might just have a few ideas in my mind how she could do it.

Just as I’m about to head to the kitchen, something catches my eye. Frowning, I turn around, trying to make sense of the feeling of unease pulsing through my veins. Something is wrong, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

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