“Mmmm.” He plunged two fingers into her pussy, making her moan even as she fisted the sheets. Rose couldn’t decide if she wanted to fight him or arch her back to offer him better access. It was always like this with them now. Her instincts were all messed up over this man. Dante fucked her slowly with his fingers, spreading her growing wetness over her folds and clit in between each stroke. “It’s not Romeo’s fingers inside you right now.”
“It could be if you hadn’t interfered.” She didn’t know why she kept baiting him like this. No, that was a lie. Damn it. She knew exactly why she did it. For his responses. Nothing snapped Dante’s control like her dangling Romeo in front of him, and she craved that breaking of control with a ferocity that worried her.
Case in point.
He gripped the spot where her ass met thighs and dug his fingers in, parting her pussy even as he lifted her hips higher. “If you’re going to insist on baiting me—”
“You’ll do what exactly?”
The broad head of his cock brushed her entrance, and her breath caught in her lungs. A threat and a promise, and she was pretty sure she was dripping at this point from how much she wanted him to follow through on it. He’d done this before, had teased them both with the one thing they should absolutely not do.
This time, though… This time, he didn’t retreat. He spoke softly, almost as if to himself. “I have let you guide things. I haven’t put pressure on you.”
She might laugh if she could draw breath. “You kidnapped me.”
“Did I force you to take my cock, Rosa?” he snarled.
No. She couldn’t even pretend he had. She was the one who’d made the first move that first time, but he checked in with her every time before things escalated. For consent, sure, but she suspected he loved hearing her beg him to make her come on his tongue, his fingers, his cock.
“No,” he answered when it became clear she refused to. “No, I have only given you exactly what you ask for, and when you whimper and writhe and rub that wet pussy all over my cock, teasing me at your entrance even as you tell me we shouldn’t, I have been the one to hold the line.”
He was right, but she didn’t care. She didn’t seem to care about anything when he had his hands on her. God, she was such a fucking mess, and she’d worry about it later. Right now, the insistent pressure of his cock against her entrance threatened to drive her mad. “Do you want a cookie for your restraint?”
“No.” He released her ass with one hand, and then he was dragging the head of his cock through her folds. Slowly, so fucking slowly. He rubbed over her clit and then went back up to press against her entrance. “I am no saint, amata.”
It was as if Rose’s brain skipped. One moment she was telling herself to say the words get a condom. The next, she shifted back. Dante could have stopped her. He still had a hold of her ass with one hand. He was stronger. He could have held her back. But, as he said, he was no saint.
The head of his cock breached her entrance.
They both froze.
His hand trembled where his fingers dug into her flesh. Rationally, this shouldn’t feel that different than sex with a condom, but it wasn’t about rational. It was the fact they shouldn’t be doing this. They both knew they shouldn’t be doing this. And that knowledge only made her want it more.
Just as suddenly as he entered her, he was gone. She didn’t mean to cry out in protest, but Rose didn’t mean to do a lot of stuff when it came to this man. He hooked her around the hips, and the room spun as he dropped back onto the bed with her straddling his hips.
“Why—”
He shook his head. “You do this, you don’t get to say I pushed you. You don’t get to press your face to the sheets and pretend you had no choice.” He grabbed her hips and rubbed her down the length of his cock where it was now trapped between their bodies. “You choose this, you own that decision.”
This was the moment she should stop everything. Should get up and go take a cold shower. Should revisit all the exit strategies she’d come up with and discarded as impossible.
Rose didn’t.
She leaned down to kiss him, loving the way his bare skin felt against hers. This moment hardly felt real. It was simply another battle of wills between them. Who would break first? She kissed Dante’s strong jaw and kept working herself against his cock. “Do you like the way I feel, d’yavol?” She nipped his bottom lip. “All wet and needy for your cock.”