Page 19 of Pregnant By the Italian Mafia Enemy

I shook my head, dipping low enough to plant my lips on the side of her throat. “Tell me to stop, Sienna. Tell me you’re not attracted to me, and I’ll back off.”

She opened her mouth, but I nipped her throat lightly, and a small moan escaped her lips instead. Her body tensed and relaxed beneath me as I allowed my lips to continue traveling downward, over the base of her throat and down the neckline of her shirt.

I spent an extra moment on the crease between her breasts.

I trailed a hand up her sternum, pushing the fabric of her shirt upward just enough to reveal a shallow expanse of skin.

“Dante,” she whispered.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked as I dipped my hand lower.

The fabric between my fingers and the warmth of her pussy acted as enough of a barrier, but as I trailed my stubble across her stomach and pressed my fingers there, I felt the way she arched into me.

I felt her desire.

My cock hardened at the thought of where this could go, but with the frustrating revelation of her virginity between us, I didn’t go further. I massaged her gently through her pants, working my way between her thighs before looking up at her through lowered lashes.

Fuck,I wanted to go further.

As I met her heated, lust-filled eyes, I considered damning the consequences and taking her right here.

She wanted it.

I wanted it.

But I forced my breathing to slow. I allowed a smirk to dance on my lips and break the hold that my light touches had gained. I had to remember that I’d chased her into this alleyway. Though she seemed more than ready for me now, she hadn’t wanted me a few moments ago.

That was a promise I would always keep.

I would never force myself on her—not even when she’d pushed me as far as she had.

“This isn’t the reaction of a woman afraid of me,” I pushed. “Tell me, Stellina. Tell me what scares you.”

Her chest rose sharply as the trance faded. “You’re a fucking prick,” she shot at me, pushing herself on her elbows.

I noticed for the first time where her hand had gone during the encounter as she pulled it away. Strands of my black hair hung from her fingertips where she’d been pulling. It hadn’tbeen in an attempt to make me stop. The hair that fell from her fingertips was proof that the small moans had been entirely because of me.

She’d wanted me.

She’d been all but pulling me into her.

I gripped her thighs a bit harder. “Tell me.”

“I was…” She paused and looked around. “I was in a situation once where a man didn’t want to hear the word no. You’re doing a good job of reminding me of it.”

“Who?”

“It’s not important.”

“Who the fuck did it to you?” I growled.

I would kill him and his whole family for spite. It wasn’t because I knew or particularly cared for Sienna. She fascinated me, yes. But if a man was willing to do something heinous enough to send her into that state of fear, he didn’t deserve to live another day.

I’d encountered men like that.

More importantly, I’d seen what it had done to my own mother, and I would never let that shit slide again.

“I’m not talking about it,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m not ready to talk about it, Dante.”

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