I clench around nothing, missing the intrusion instantly.
“What do you?—”
“Do you trust me, Frankie?”
His voice sounds… vulnerable.Broken.
My mind quickly begins compiling everything—from the way he’s consistently taking care of me at work, despite my annoyance. The way he’s kind to everyone he meets, unless they’re being mean to me. How he bought me boots when my feet were hurting, and saved me from getting hurt twice. How he asks questions about my life, and how I can tell he genuinely cares for me.
This issofucked up. I mean, my boss is eating me out from behind right now and talking about knocking me up, and it doesn’t feel wrong.
Why doesn’t it feel wrong?
I think back to when I was fifteen—to when I told my mom we shouldn’t go on our trip.
This… feels a little likethat.
It feels like something inside of me is guiding me to Dante, and maybe always has been.
We’re playing a dangerous game… but it’sourgame. Him and me. No one else. Just…us.
“Yes. I trust you,” I whisper.
“Do you want this?” he asks, and the rawness of his voice makes me look over my shoulder at him. And what I see makes my chest ache.
He’s sitting on his knees, waiting for me to let him in. There’s no mask covering his true feelings, and his expression is open and… unguarded. It startles me, because I’m so used to seeing him cold and relentlessly stoic. But right now? He is bent forward slightly so that he’s not sitting up straight. His hands are resting on his thighs. His eyes study my face defenselessly.
I’m the snake, and he’s here with me, facing his fears, too.
This is crazy.
This isso fuckingcrazy.
“I want this. I want you.”
The instant I say the second sentence, his pupils darken, and his hand begins to stroke his erect cock,
“I know you do,” he growls. “You were never asleep, were you?”
I pull my lower lip between my teeth to keep from smiling. “No.”
He cocks his head as his nostrils flare. “There’s no turning back for me. Do you understand?”
I nod. “Good.”
That dark possession creeps behind his eyes, and he gives me a wicked smile before he reaches forward and fists my hair, pulling me up so that I’m on my knees in front of him. I feel him scoot closer until his shaft is resting between my ass cheeks.
“I want your future, your heart, your children.”
I whimper, feeling wetness sliding down my thighs at his dark words.
“I want you near me at all times. I want tofuckyou when I’m awake. When I’m asleep. I want you during waking hours and in my dreams.”
Fuck.
I’ve—never been talked to like this. The possession… it’sintoxicating.
“I want that, too,” I whisper, reaching an arm up until my hand is resting on the side of his face.
