“As in the head of the Irish mob, O’Bannions?” I wish I was surprised, but my gut never lies. I knew that prick from Boston was working for someone bigger.
“One and the same. Christopher implied they would help him. I killed one of their own. They’ll want my head once they know. Now you know why I haven’t been forthcoming. I knew if you knew, it would complicate everything. Dante, I don’t want to bring this mess to your house. I don’t want this for any of you.”
She’s been trying to protect me. This whole time…her only job has been protecting me.
“I’ll never let them near you. Do you hear me? They’re dead men.”
Her hands crawl around my shoulders, and I feel her squeeze me tight, and I swear my body relaxes. She needs our connection as much as I do.
“I forgive you.” She takes a deep breath before continuing, “I don’t just want you—I need you, in a way I don’t understand. But I’m done fighting it and overthinking it. I want this…for however long we have. I mean, you beat a guy for me…I would’ve taken flowers though.”
A small laugh pulls from my lips, and I grin, pushing a kiss into her cheek roughly.
“I’m gonna kiss you. Taste you. Eat you. Then fuck you…in that order, Billy.”
SHIVERS RUN OVER MY BODY, making me wiggle from where I’m lying on my stomach. I’m sated and thoroughly worked over. He did every single thing in the order he promised, and it was fucking divine and exhausting.
Finding my way back into Dante’s bed is the best/worst decision I’ve ever made. Best because I can’t deny I’m falling for him, and worst because of the same reason.
My lips quirk into a smile as Dante lets out a quiet laugh when I shiver again. His fingers glide slowly and seductively over my back, making swirls and designs across my skin, trading places with his lips every so often.
“Mmmm. That’s feels so good,” I breathe, my eyes closed as I enjoy the sensation.
“Look at you, with your claws back,” he teases, brushing my hair off my shoulders, bringing his lips against my shoulder blades. “Are you purring, kitten?”
The warmth from his mouth spreads over my back as I feel the heaviness of his body. Dante kisses his way up, teasing me with licks and wet lips until he’s at my neck.
“Maybe.” I moan, feeling his length against my rear as he settles on top of me.
“Spread your legs. I want this,” he growls into my ear, pressing himself against my ass.
I do as I’m told, gripping the sheets as his teeth graze my ear. He grinds against me from behind, biting my neck just hard enough to make me suck in a breath.
Supporting his weight on one arm, he slides his hand over my ass cheeks and pushes past, thrusting two fingers inside my pussy.
“Fuck.” I moan as he pushes soft strokes inside my wetness while whispering dirty words in my ear.
“You’re so tight around my fingers, Sarah. Your pussy is needy, begging to be fucked over and over. It’s greedy.”
“Yes, it is.”
My voice is breathy as I answer, barely able to concentrate as I’m held down by the weight of his body and finger fucked.
“You don’t get to come before I get what I want, Sarah. Do you understand me?”
His voice is low and gravelly, but the authority in it is sending vibrations straight down to my clit.
“Tell me what you want, Dante. Name it and you’ll have it.” I grin, biting my lip as I push my ass into his hard cock and writhe against the sheets.
He lets out an amused laugh and sucks my neck hard, then mouths, “Good girl,” against my skin.
Dante pulls his fingers from my pussy and draws the slickness over my tight, forbidden hole. And my breath stills. The motion is so exquisitely naughty and so fucking dirty.
Dante doesn’t speak, just pulls from my pussy to coat my ass, over and over, in soft touches and quiet breaths. The silence only heightens the moment, the sounds my body is making creating a filthy ambience for his debauchery.
Thrusting inside me, he lets me ride his fingers until I’m panting and then traces the part up to where he wants to bury himself.
He’s preparing me, caring for my comfort and lighting me up with pleasure. All my nerve endings are buzzing like live wires at his touch. It’s overwhelming.
He draws up again, massaging and pressing his finger against the hole. My body tenses on instinct, pushing away from him into the bed.
“Hell no,” Dante growls, gripping my ass cheek and holding me in place. “Don’t you fucking pull back. Now you’ll spread wider. I said I want this, and I’ll take it.”
Every word speaks a language to me that only I can understand. Because when he’s dominant, I’m submissive…in bed.
“Yes, Dante,” I breathe out, so hot that I might catch fire.
His hand slides under my stomach and pulls my ass back up slightly.
“Don’t you move a goddamn muscle. Do you understand me? What’s your word?”
“Mercy,” I moan, biting my lip.
“Why is it mercy, Sarah?” he grits out, running his hand through my hair and gripping it, pulling my head up.
“Because I’m the only person you’ll ever show it to,” I pant.
He has me ready to come, and he’s not even fucking me.
“That’s right. You’re the only person who gets that privilege. And I’m going to punish this ass tonight. It’s a good thing you’ve done this before because I’m not holding back.”
His words almost send me over the edge, and I have to use all my willpower not to grind into the bed, desperate for friction against my clit.
“Open up,” he directs, bringing a pillow to my gaping jaw. “Bite down.”
I bring my teeth over the fabric, muffling myself, ready for what’s next.
“You’re going to need that when I push my cock in your ass.”
Dante spreads my ass cheeks and growls, “Not wet enough. No moving. And no fucking the bed trying to make that greedy little clit explode, or you’ll go without for a week. Do you hear me, Billy?”
Goose bumps rack over my body as I nod.
Dante positions his strong legs on the inside of mine, keeping them spread wide.
“Goddamn your pussy is soaked.” His fingers push inside, twisting and thrusting. “Listen to that. That’s the sweetest sound.” He pushes in again, and wet smacks fill the room.
My hands grip the sheets above my head as my teeth dig into the pillow that’s been placed in my mouth.
He starts a sensual and excruciating exchange as his fingers are shoved inside of me with quick, hard thrusts, then dragged up over my ass. Thrusting and sweeping, pounding and massaging until I’m recoated in my own wetness again.
“Yes, god.” I moan around the pillow as his finger pushes past the tight hole into my ass. The act is so debasing, so barbaric, that I almost come on the spot.
A hard slap curses my ass, and my whole body vibrates from the delicious bite of pain, making me clench around his finger.
“What did you just say?” he growls. Dante leans into my ear, taking the lobe between his teeth, pulling and sucking. “Did you call me God?” he croons low and seductively.
I nod my head, smiling, because I know the rule. His name and only his.
“What’s my name, Sarah?” he bites out as his finger pulls and presses inside my ass again.
I pull my mouth from the pillow, already breathless and ready to break. “Dante.”
“Say it again.” Two fingers push into my ass this time, harder and unrelenting.
“Dante,” I groan against the fullness.
“So, you do know it,” he accuses as I’m left empty and wanting to squirm.
I arch my back, jutting my ass up, begging for him to continue, but all I get is another hard slap. “Lie still.”
My body drops, but his hand rubs and kneads my tender flesh.
“I don’t want to ever hear you ever say any other man’s name other than mine. Not even God himself.
I’ll be the only one who owns your pleasure. You got me?”
I nod, and he pulls my hips, so that I’m on all fours, head bowed.
“Let’s make sure you remember. I wanna hear it. Each and every time.”
I don’t answer until his palm connects with my ass.
“Dante,” I grunt as my body pushes forward with force.
Fuck.
“Can’t hear you,” he growls.
Another hard slap followed by kneading. My cheeks spread and close as he alternates between spanking me and comforting the bite of pain. He presses his cock against me, rocking me forward, and I moan, “Dante.”
“There we go. Again.”
His hand lands lower, hitting the tops of my thighs, faster and faster. Over and over, harder and harder until I’m screaming his name, arching my back, my pussy throbbing with need.
“Dante!” I scream, and he slaps my wet pussy.
I’m thrust forward roughly, my face buried in the bed, as he shoves his mouth down between my thighs, eating my pussy from behind.
My legs tremble as his tongue swirls and flicks around my clit. My nails dig into the sheets until I’m sure I’ll rip through the fabric. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t relent. Dante grabs my thighs, forcing my back to arch to give him a better angle as he destroys my pussy, letting me drop to the bed as he growls.
He yanks me back, lining up to my ass. “What’s my fucking name?”
“Dante” rips from my throat as he pushes inside my ass, using my juices as lube.
The sting around the rim stills my breath, but I love it. I want it to hurt.
“Ah, Sarah. Fuck. You’re perfect. Come with me. Put your fingers on your pussy and come all over that fucking hand while I fill your ass.”
My fingers scramble to my engorged clit, and I rub in frenzied, quick motions as his hips push into me, pounding my ass unforgivably.
We’re animalistic, grunting and thrusting. Slapping sounds fill the room as Dante’s hands claw at my shoulder and ribs until his hand finds purchase around my throat.
His hand covers my throat, fingers splayed along the side of my neck as I feel pressure. All the sensations begin to amplify. His hips grind into me as he slowly squeezes, owning my body, fucking me from behind and denying me air.
I can breathe, but he’s in complete control of me, using my body to fuck himself.
“Come. Come all over your hand. I wanna hear those greedy little moans.”
Whimpers and moans slip from my throat as he applies more pressure, ramming unmercifully, until he hunches over me, gripping my breast with his free hand, fucking me like an animal.
“More,” he growls. “More. Give it to me, Sarah. Give me all of you.”
“Dante, Dante, Dante” is sung out in a chorus as my body tightens, my hips thrusting into the deep rub of my fingers, feeling my body filled from behind.
“It’s never enough. I’ll never have enough,” he grunts as the wave of orgasm begins its crescendo.
Three hard strokes inside my ass, and I burst. My vision goes black as I suck in air, just as his hand gives, and Dante follows with his own release, warmth bursting through my body as he says my name into my shoulder.
We stay like that, bare and breathless, fucking spent, limbs heavy over the other’s. Completely intertwined. Completely lost in each other.
“I want you, like this, in my bed, forever,” he mumbles, and my heart stills.
Because we still have an expiration, and I’ve never hated it more than in this very moment. I could live like this forever.
“Shower,” I request as he lifts his body off mine, pulling out. “Ahh. Give a girl some warning.”
He pats my ass as he lifts off the bed. “Let’s go, Billy. There’s something I want to try with the showerhead.”
Jesus. He’s trying to kill me.
When I don’t move, I’m dragged over the bed and pulled into his arms, my squeals and giggles surrounding us as I’m folded over his arm and carried into the bathroom.
“TELL ME SOMETHING.” I GRIN, running my fingers through her wet hair.
Her body is relaxed back against my chest, as we lie submerged in my oversized tub. The water looks like milk from the scented bath shit she put in—she spouted something about it being relaxing. I didn’t care. I was too busy staring at her ass as she added it to the tub.
“That sounds like a serious question brewing.” She laughs, and her tits bounce lightly.
My hands knead and tweak her nipples, and she moans.
“How do you know I’m going to ask something serious? Maybe I’m going to ask what your favorite ice cream is.”
“Ha. It’s vanilla with chocolate chips and cherries. And I know that’s not the question because you say ‘tell me something’ before you ask serious questions.”
In any other circumstance, I wouldn’t feel this pleased that someone knew me so well. But I love that she pays attention. My chest shakes her body as I laugh, and I reach out for the sponge and dip it into the water, letting it soak, before I bring it to her chest and make gentle swipes.
“You got me. Tell me this: What does your life look like if you hadn’t been running the last eight years? What do you wish you could’ve done instead?”
Her hands meet mine and take the sponge from me. She dips it again as she sits silent and brings it to my knee.
She shrugs, but then she speaks. “When I lived in New Orleans, I always wished to do Mardi Gras. It’s why I planned that Saints and Sinners party next weekend at Church. I thought the idea of all the masks and the ball seemed close enough.”
“It’s a great idea. I’m taking you…as mine.”
Pulling her hair to the side, I run my fingers down her bare neck and place a kiss on her wet skin.
“Okay,” she agrees, biting her lip.
“What else?” I coax.
She takes a deep breath and rolls sideways, so she’s laying her face on my chest.
“I always wished I’d learned to surf in California. And in Florida, I really wanted to do the alligator tour thing, where you go out on the boat and see them.”
I smile down at her wistful face. “That’s all place-specific… Name something you’ve always wanted to do that you couldn’t because you were running.”
“Fall in love,” she answers quietly.
Just give me time, Billy.
Fuck. Where’d that come from?
“What do you wish you could have done or had…you know, if your life was different?” she questions into my chest as I let my hands brush over her body.
“I have everything I want. There’s nothing,” I answer, slipping a hand between her legs.
“Lies.” She accuses and snuggles into me.
“All right.” My head tips back to the ceiling as I think, a sad smile forming on my mouth.
“Birthday cake.”
I stopped celebrating when my mother died. Fuck, it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten cake.
Her hand lays heavily on my chest as she kisses it softly. “Birthday cake? Why don’t you have that?”
“No reason. Luckily for me, you’re as sweet as cake. And I plan on eating you a lot.”
I drag her up my body quickly to break her from the moment, and she squeals. “Tell me more. I want to know everything you’ve ever wanted to do.” My fingers find her sides and dig in, tickling her.
She screams, squirming and laughing. “Oh my god, stop!”
I ease up and let her straddle me, brushing her hair from her face. Her giggles fade as she finishes answering.
“The opera. I’ve always wanted to go watch someone else’s tragedy. Get super fancy and sit in one of those boxes.”
“That sounds like that movie with the hooker?” I wink, dipping my head and pulling her nipple between my lips.
She laughs again and runs her hand over my head. “You mean Pretty Woman. But I’m not a hooker, so it doesn’t relate.”
I let her nipple go with a pop and look up, wagging
my eyebrows. “You can be my hooker.”
She leans in to kiss me, stopping just before she does, and pushes away. “You can’t afford me.”
My hands paw at her waist, trying to pull her back to me, but she giggles and pushes back to keep her distance.
“Nope. Too expensive for you. So sorry. No love for you.”
I give up and eye her up and down. “You got like a sale happening or what?”
She throws her head back and laughs, and I attack, covering her neck with my mouth and pressing her breasts against me.
“Out” is all I make out before I feel her legs connect behind my back, and I lift us both from the tub, water splashing everywhere, coating the slick surfaces.
Our mouths are a tangle as we walk back to the bedroom, soaking wet, clutched to each other, reveling in the ways our bodies mold together seamlessly.
I feel the bed move, and my hand shoots out, but I come up empty.
“Come back,” I growl, not bothering to open my eyes.
Her laugh makes me grin as I run my hand over the empty spot.
“You’re trying to kill us. I need food and water. Tuesday’s almost come and gone, and we’ve been in this bed all day. It’s dark out, Dante.”
One eye opens as I scowl. “Billy, if you don’t get your ass back here, I’m going to chase you down and make you pay.”
“Run slow…I need a sandwich first,” she yells over her shoulder as she walks out.
My chest rumbles as I laugh and haul myself out of bed to standing. Cracks come from my neck as I roll it around and shake out my shoulders. I wasn’t kidding—I’m gonna run her ass down.
I take a few quick steps, getting to the door just as she looks back to see me. Her scream accompanies her run as I bolt for her, catching her by the waist and lifting her sideways, hooking an arm under her leg.
Curling her up, I take a bite right on her ass and laugh.
“Ow!” she squeals. “You bit me!”
“You deserved it.” I wink, before placing her to her feet and slapping her ass for good measure.
“Monster.”
She grins as she walks in the nude to the refrigerator, her hand stretching around the handle to pull the steel door open and shakes her head. “Poor fridge. You need impulse control.”
Depraved Page 13