by Parker, Zoey
“God, Katia.” Dante grunted. “You’re torturing me. You have to stop,” he begged. “I can’t stand it.”
I climbed to my knees and grinned. I liked holding him mercilessly like this in the palm of my hand. It was so satisfying. I’d never reveled in my control over a man quite like this, and the sensation was addictive.
Reaching forward, I slipped my hands under Dante’s T-shirt, caressing his muscular body. He purred as I pulled the worn cotton over his head and tossed it to the side. As I pushed him down on the bed with one hand, I lowered my face to Dante’s chest and began kissing his beautifully sculpted chest. He twitched and moaned underneath me.
I slid one hand down and kept it over his crotch as my kisses grew more and more intense. I loved the way he tasted—salty, clean: almost like an oyster. As I slid further down Dante’s body, he buried his hands in my hair and gently tugged at my scalp. The sensations that accompanied his fingers were incredible, and I moaned into his jeans as he pulled my hair over and over again.
As quickly as I could, I unfastened Dante’s jeans and pulled them away from his hips. He arched his back, then slid his hands down and hooked his thumbs in his boxers, shoving them off. When he was completely naked, I stared at him and licked my lips. The most beautiful man I’d ever seen, set out before me like a banquet dinner, was enough to drive me wild. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and gently began to slide it up and down.
Dante’s response was incredible. He groaned and thrusted his hips in the air, closing his eyes and straining against the bed as though he were shackled. I grinned and slowly began increasing the speed of my ministrations. As I leaned down, I gently blew on the perfect head of his cock. His strangled cry was the most delightful response.
I wrapped my lips around the head and gently began to suck as I pumped one of my hands up and down the base. Dante’s erection was even muskier and saltier than his chest had been, and I eagerly licked circles around his cock until he was groaning and thrusting into my mouth.
Breathing through my nose, I got on all fours and lowered my head over Dante’s manhood again and again. I pumped my hand in tandem speed with my mouth, until I was licking over the veiny column of masculine perfection as quickly as I could. Dante was panting, gasping for air. He twisted and flipped underneath me, his fingers gripping my scalp so hard that my eyes watered. His cock was pulsing and throbbing, and I knew that he didn’t have long before he came. But I was greedy. I wanted his cock inside of me, filling me up.
Sitting up, I climbed on top of Dante and straddled his hips. His hard cock poked against me, and I moaned, adjusting my body overtop of his. As he slid inside of me, we cried out together in a loud symphony of lust. Dante dug his fingers into my hips and pulled me down on his cock until I cried out. When he was buried inside of me to the hilt, he reached up and put his fingers under my chin, tilting my face down to look at his.
Dante’s blue eyes were dark and sincere. I could see the lust written plain on his face, but I searched his eyes for any hint of love. He was as guileless as I’d ever seen him.
Do you love me? I thought as I stared into his face. Tell me, do you love me?
There was no answer. Dante shifted his body up, pushing his cock in even deeper. I moaned and threw my head back until the ends of my hair brushed against the small of my back.
You may not love me , I thought as I began grinding my hips on top of Dante. But this is good enough for now .
Dante grabbed my wrists and placed my arms over his head until my body was pressed against his. My nipples stiffened and rubbed against Dante’s chest, causing me to cry out with lust and pleasure. The sensations building in my lower belly were incredibly intense, and I threw my head back again and moaned loudly.
Dante slipped his free hand between our bodies and began to massage my clit. Every time I humped him, every time I moved my hips, I’d come into contact with his thumb. Lightning bolts and fireworks of pleasure were exploding inside of me, and I knew that I couldn’t last for much longer.
“I’d wait for you, baby,” Dante grunted out. “But I don’t think I can.”
He pulled his hands away and wrapped them around my hips, squeezing my body with his fingers. I moaned. Between his touch, his cock, and my nipples rubbing against his chest, I felt stretched and filled to the brim. My chest burned, and I greedily sucked in a huge mouthful of air as Dante slammed his body against mine.
Dante groaned. He closed his eyes and pressed his face forward until our foreheads were touching. We were both covered in a fine layer of sweat, and slipping against him with each thrust was making me feel like I was going to explode. I grit my teeth and ground my hips against him, rubbing my swollen clit against his pubic bone. The sensations between my legs intensified, and I roared, biting down on my lower lip until I tasted blood.
Dante pressed his mouth to mine, his tongue eagerly searching. I sucked on his lower lip and cried out with wanton delight as the orgasm finally took hold of my body. Shaking and trembling, I felt the vibrations thrill me again and again. A spike of adrenaline rushed through my limbs, and I was trembling by the time my orgasm was over.
Below me, Dante cried out. His lips trembled against mine as his hips twisted into the air. He slammed his cock into me, crying out loudly into my mouth as he buried himself deep within my soaked pussy. Finally, he tightened his grip on my hips, and I felt his cock begin to pulse and twitch inside of me. Dante let out a wild howl and threw his head back, moaning loudly into the pillow. I gasped as I felt him shake me from the inside out.
My mouth was dry as I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and slowly climbed off my lover. Dante was silent. I stared down at the bed unable to speak. If we’d been back home, I would have pulled the sheet up. But when I realized we’d made love on the hotel bed with nothing underneath of us, I shuddered and got to my feet.
“Are you okay?” Dante let out a cough that sounded surprisingly feeble and elderly for someone of his bulk.
I nodded. “Yeah.” My legs were trembling, and I had to grab the edge of the nightstand so I wouldn’t fall over. “I’m just grossed out by the bed, that’s all.”
Dante smirked. “Baby, I think the bed should be pretty grossed out by us now.” His cock was still hard as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. I watched silently as he ripped the bedspread off the bed, then tossed it to the floor.
“What did you do that for?” I put my hands on my hips. My skin was still too warm and damp with sweat, but the chill air of the room was giving me goosebumps. “I’m cold.”
Dante snorted. “Because Princess Katia doesn’t think the motel washes these things, and you’re probably right,” he added. “We’ll be fine on the sheets. Come on.” He sat back down and pulled the sheet away. They were bleached to a dull white, and after a moment, I crawled into Dante’s arms. We stayed like that, holding each other silently.
“So,” I said. “You said something about pizza?”
Dante chuckled. “You got enough of a workout just now that you can have a slice. Maybe even two. Although I’m sure you’ll be eating wheat grass and tofu or whatever it is you vegan nuts eat for a week after this.” I grinned when I realized he was mimicking Anya.
Twenty minutes later, I was wearing my soaked thong and Dante’s black T-shirt. We were sitting on the bed with a large pepperoni pizza in front of us, the grease pooling in each little red circle. I groaned. It smelled so good. I didn’t understand how I’d gotten so lucky. An incredible orgasm and pizza in the same night. Was this even my life?
“This is incredible,” I admitted, biting into a slice and chewing fervently. “I haven’t had pizza in years. At least not pizza like this. Only like healthy pizza with no cheese and broccoli.”
Dante laughed. “It’s a perk of being with me. You feeling okay?”
I nodded happily. “How could I not be okay right now? I have a great dinner, and we just had some great sex. Aren’t you happy?”
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nbsp; Dante didn’t answer right away, and I realized my mistake.
“Of course you’re not,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry. I was just kidding; I wasn’t even thinking.”
Dante nodded. “I mean, this is great,” he said. “This motel ain’t even all that bad. You should see some of the shitholes I stay in with the Heaven’s Veil when we’re on the road.”
“Do you miss it?”
“What, the shitty motels?”
I sighed. “No. The Heaven’s Veil? Being an MC president? Kicking ass? Not taking care of this spoiled beauty queen?”
Dante laughed. “Baby, I told you, I don’t think you’re spoiled. At least not that bad.” He eyed me, and I blushed. “I told you that, didn’t I? Last night.”
I blinked. It was hard to believe that everything had happened in one day. Nodding I took another slice of pizza and bit in deeply.
“I miss it,” Dante said. “But this is where I need to be right now.”
We munched in silence for a moment. The post-sex high was starting to wear off, and I was feeling guiltier than ever before. I knew it was all my fault; if Dante hadn’t gotten involved with me, he wouldn’t be here. Someone wouldn’t have pissed all over his stuff, and he’d probably be back with his guys, talking about the fun times he spent as a kept man for a spoiled bimbo.
Part of me wished that I could just call Ryan and agree to do whatever he wanted as long as he’d promise to leave me alone. The thought was enough to make me sick. He’d been so desperately disgusting when I’d seen him before, and that had been years ago. The photo Troy had shown me had spoken volumes. Ryan had not aged well. Maybe if I just give into him, he’ll leave me alone , I thought as I picked at the crust of my pizza. Maybe that’s all I’d have to do .
But glancing at Dante for a second told me that there was no way I’d be able to do it. I could think about it, sure, but there was nothing inside of me that wouldn’t revolt at the mere presence of Ryan Winters. Thinking about kissing him was even more nauseating.
“My parents are probably sad that I didn’t do more with my life,” I said listlessly, setting the remnants of my crust down in the box. “They probably wanted me to grow out of the pageant thing. After all, it was only supposed to be temporary.”
Dante snorted. “Baby, they should be proud of you. You’re successful, and you’ve got a great life out here in L.A.”
I stared at him. “But it doesn’t mean anything,” I insisted. “I mean, this is La-La Land. You said it yourself. Nothing that happens here is like the real world.”
Dante leaned over. I thought he was going to tell me something flirtatious or sexy, but instead, he just kissed my cheek. I swallowed. The simple interaction was enough to make the butterflies return to my stomach.
“I’m proud of you,” Dante said quietly. “Does that count for anything?”
Chapter Eighteen
Dante
I had a hell of a time waiting for Katia to fall asleep. By how relaxed she’d been that evening, I would’ve thought she was dead tired, but instead, after dinner, we stayed up for two hours watching shitty reruns on the cheap motel TV. Katia kept yawning, but we stayed up past three in the morning. By the time I turned the lights off, I was sure she’d pass out the second her head hit the pillow.
Instead, she took fucking forever. I was lying next to her, and every five or ten minutes, she’d start thrashing around and turn over. Katia was a very particular sleeper; she had to have something like a pillow between her knees, her feet exposed, and her body mostly covered. She’d laughed at me for sleeping with a pillow over my head, but the truth was that she was much fussier than I’ve ever been.
Her breathing stayed normal and regular for hours. I even reached out and touched her to see if she was awake. The first two times, she rolled onto her belly and stared at me. I wanted to fuck her again; she was so beautiful that I could barely tear my eyes away from her naked body. But I was too tense now that I knew what I was going to do.
I had to sneak out and take care of this asshole by myself. I didn’t want to put Katia in any more danger, and I didn’t want to risk him doing anything to her condo. He’d already been too much trouble, and if I hadn’t been so caught up in Katia Reynolds’ charms, I would have taken care of the problem already. It wasn’t like me. Most of the time, when I had shit to do, I got the job done like a champ. But right now, I couldn’t focus. It was Katia’s fault; she was so damn enticing that I could barely tear my eyes away from her each time that she batted her long lashes in my direction.
While I hated the thought of leaving her alone, I knew it was something I’d have to do. So finally, when her breathing slowed, I climbed out of bed and waited to see if she’d notice. She rolled over and sighed, but after a few seconds, light snores were coming from her mouth. Holding my breath, I leaned down and gently poked her in the shoulder, but she didn’t stir.
“I’ll be back,” I whispered. “I promise, you’ll be safe here.”
I wanted to tell her something else, something that had been on my mind for a few days now, but I knew that I couldn’t.
It would just have to wait.
Chapter Nineteen
Katia
I woke up in the middle of the night with my throat parched and my mouth tasting of pepperoni. My bladder ached with the need to pee, and I climbed out of bed, frowning when I didn’t feel Dante next to me.
“Dante?” I called as I walked towards the bathroom. “Are you in there?”
There was no reply. Frowning, I turned on the lights of the room.
It was empty. Dante was gone.
He’d left me here all by myself.
I couldn’t believe it. The man I loved, the man who was supposed to be protecting me, had just left.
Gritting my teeth, I wiped the tears that were starting to sting my eyes. I hate you, Dante , I thought angrily as I fumbled for my jeans. I can’t believe I ever thought I loved you .
Chapter Twenty
Dante
I hated leaving Katia alone. As soon as I closed the door behind me and ran out to the parking lot, I felt guilty. It was strange. I’d never felt anything like that before in my life. I didn’t know if it was just the sex or something more, but I had a feeling like I never wanted to be separated from Katia again for the rest of my life. She was everything that I’d always been looking for. If I’d known that I was going to develop feelings for her, well, shit, I probably wouldn’t have taken this job.
But I had taken this job, and now I had no other choice. I had to protect Katia. She was everything to me, and I couldn’t just wait for her stalker, that asshole Ryan Winters, to come out of the darkness and attack her. No, if I was going to do this right, I had to take action myself. And sometimes taking action meant doing the things I feared the most.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered towards the motel as I stood in the parking lot. Shoving my hands in my pockets, I grabbed my phone and pulled it out. In an instant, I had Troy on the other line.
“Hey,” I said quietly. “She’s asleep. I think now’s the best chance we’re gonna have, unless we want to wait longer.”
Troy chuckled. “No, we should go tonight. You have your bike?”
“Shit. No, I don’t. We drove in a car. Can you bring it over here?”
Troy sighed. “Man, you’re really—”
“Not now,” I said sharply. “Don’t fucking lecture me about Katia right now. You know I have to keep her safe.”
“And what, she’s too much of a princess to ride on the back of your bike?” I heard the derision dripping from Troy’s voice as he spoke. “If she’s gonna be your girl, she’s gotta get used to riding like the Veil.”
I swallowed and closed my eyes, bracing my hand against the grimy brick wall. There was so much I wanted to tell Troy. I knew he didn’t feel the same way about Katia as I did, but I wanted to make him understand.
Now wasn’t the time for that talk though. I’d have to wait until I saw her again, until
her stalker was gone and behind bars for the rest of his sad, miserable life. I couldn’t help but grin when I realized how good it would feel to really put that asshole away. I was going to enjoy it as much as I enjoy fucking Katia.
Well, maybe not that much.
I grinned again at the memory of her sweet skin brushing mine, the way she tasted, those petal-soft lips caressing my cock….
“Dante!”
Shit.
“Sorry,” I said. “I’m here. What’s up?”
“I just talked to the other guys,” Troy said. “We’re gonna bring your bike by and drop it off. Then you and I can go check out that asshole’s house and hopefully catch him off guard. Sound good?”