“Answer me,” he said softly, loosening the grip on my jaw.
“I—”
“Do you want to be here, Rachel? It’s as simple as that.”
“It’s not as simple as that—”
“Yes. Yes it is. You either want to be here, or you don’t. We can figure out all the other shit. We can deal with what’s coming. But we can’t iron out any kinks if you don’t answer the simple question. Yes, or no?”
I didn’t answer. At least, not with words. Instead, I went on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. That’s all it took for the inferno between us to ignite.
The second my lips touched his, Dante grabbed hold of the back of my head and tightened his grip on my jaw once more, immediately taking control of the kiss. His tongue swept across my lips, demanding entry. I opened my mouth slightly and stroked his tongue with my own. He groaned softly, before dropping his hands down my body until they were under my ass, and with one smooth movement, he hauled me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my feet into his lower back to push him into me, and he chuckled low in his throat.
“Shut up,” I muttered against his mouth, knowing what was coming from him.
“Eager much, Rachel?”
“About as eager as you are,” I said, thrusting my hips against him so that I was grinding against his hard cock. “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”
“The hell we shouldn’t,” he muttered back, lowering his mouth to my neck to place small kisses from my collarbone all the way up to my ear, sucking the skin to leave behind red marks. My head tipped back against the door, giving him full access. “I thought I was losing you completely. When they took me, it drove me mad, thinking you were unsafe. Don’t tell me we shouldn’t be doing this, whenthisis something I thought we would never do again.”
“You know what I mean, Dante. You’re in pain and—”
“Couldn’t give a fuck.”
“It’ll make it worse.”
“Couldn’t give a fuck. In fact, I like pain.”
“Well, aren’t we the little masochist?”
He grinned at me before giving me a scorching kiss that succeeded in shutting me up and setting us both alight.
His hips pinned me to the door, our tongues wrestling for control as we ground against each other. I sank my fingers into his hair and bounced on the hands supporting my ass, feeling his cock through his trousers rub against my throbbing clit.
I took his lower lip between my teeth and bit down hard enough to have him suck in his breath.
I felt us moving as Dante carried me over to the dressing table, and then heard a crash as one hand left my ass, and swiped everything off the top of it. He lowered me down his body and flipped me over until I was bent over the table.
He reached underneath me and popped the button on my jeans, pulling them over my ass. I raised one leg to allow him to pull the material out and then, after one loud slap to my ass cheeks, I felt him grab a cheek in each hand and push me up the table until my feet were no longer touching the floor.
“Fuck, Rachel,” he breathed, spreading my legs open, making me clench with how low and deep his voice was. “You’re always so fucking wet for me.”
I heard him unzip his jeans, and then position his cock at my entrance and slammed inside me with one sharp thrust.
I grabbed hold of the top of the table, my fingers turning white as he fucked me relentlessly. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies slapping against each other as Dantechose a rhythm that had the table shaking beneath us, threatening to give way at any time.
He delivered another stinging slap to my ass before his hand trailed up my back to bury itself in my hair. Grabbing a fistful of it, he pulled my head back, leaning over to whisper in my ear.
“Tell me, Rachel,” he growled. “Tell me who you fucking belong to.”
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t do anything as his other hand came to wrap around my throat. His cock was slamming into me so hard, so deep, it was all I could focus on. My pussy tensed around him, drawing him in deeper, needing all he had to give, and still, it wouldn’t be enough.
“Do you want to cum, Rachel? Does your greedy little pussy want to cover my cock in your juices? I can give you so much fucking pleasure, but I can also take it all away,” he threatened, slowing down the slamming of his hips.
“Please,” I begged, my ass raising up to try and slam back down onto his cock.
“Tell me who you belong to. Tell me you’re not ever going to try to fucking leave again.”
