“You’re provoking me.” His hands tightened on her hips before he seemed to make himself relax his grip. “It won’t work. Not this time.”
“Da, it will.” She wrapped her fingers around his wrists and brought his hands up to cup her breasts. Rose liked the way his hands looked on her body. She liked it far too much. Even better, she liked how the width of his cock spread her pussy folds, how he got harder when she looked at him, how needy they both looked in this moment. “I’ve soaked your cock, d’yavol. I think I could come just from this.”
His brows drew together. “What does that mean? D’yavol?” He repeated the word in almost perfect Russian. It sent a thrill through her she most certainly should not have felt.
Rose tilted her hips so his cock notched at her entrance again. A threat and a promise. God, she wanted it. She didn’t care anymore. She’d deal with the consequences later. When she answered, she whispered the words against Dante’s lips. “It means devil.”
“Am I the devil to you, amata?” He smoothed his hands down her sides and over her ass, urging her to tilt so he pressed more insistently against her. His eyes seared her as she swiveled her hips, teasing them both.
“Da.”
“Then the devil I’ll be.” He held her gaze as he exerted the smallest pressure on her ass. Not nearly enough to do more than hint at where he wanted her to go. She couldn’t blame that tiny contact on her sinking onto his bare cock.
No, she only one she had to blame was herself.
She wanted this, even if it damned her.
At this point, being damned was all but a guarantee.
Chapter 14
This might be a mistake that came back to haunt him, but with Rose’s tight pussy clamping around his bare cock, Dante couldn’t bring himself to care. No matter what he said aloud, he knew the truth. Rose wasn’t his. Not yet. Not until she chose him the way he chose her. Fucking her bare when her birth control was fucked up would either drive a wedge between them or seal them together for good. The odds weren’t in his favor, though.
He didn’t care.
It felt too good to stop.
This woman short-circuited something in his brain. The taste of her, the scent of her, the vision she created as she planted her hands on his chest and started riding his cock. There were faint marks on her body from the past three days. Bruises from his fingertips on her hips. A love bite on the curve of her left breast. Beard burn on her thighs and throat. All would fade with time. He hated that.
“You feel so good, d’yavol.”
D’yavol. Devil.
An apt name, though he should probably argue it. No one married the devil. Or, rather, no one normal did. Rose wasn’t normal, though. She was playing on an entirely different field than most people. She wasn’t a civilian who’d wandered into the life on accident. She was born and raised in blood and violence, same as him. A woman like Rose? She understood the value of having the devil at her side.
“Touch me, Dante.”
He was touching her, but he knew exactly what she meant. Dante shifted one hand around her hip so he could give her clit the friction she needed to get off. She was wet and slippery against his thumb, and he stared at the spot where their bodies joined and… Fuck. Watching his cock disappear into her pussy gave him a better hit than any drug on this planet. Mine.
He meant to stop when she came. He truly did. Dante would not see the path forward with Rose turn to scorched earth before he’d taken more than a few steps. Intentions didn’t mean shit when it came down to it, though.
She came with the sweetest cry and ground down on his cock, her pussy clamping around him. Between one breath and the next, he lost control. Pleasure overtook him, and he cursed as he came. Inside her.
Rose slumped down against his chest. It was the most natural thing in the world to wrap his arms around her and hold her as their breathing eased back to a more normal cadence. She was the type of woman who was larger than life when she moved and spoke, but right now, she felt all too human. All too breakable.
He would never do it. But others? Dante knew better. The sooner she agreed to be his and they made it public, the sooner he could ensure she was properly protected.
Rose stirred and pushed off his chest. It made him ache to release her, but he did it anyway. He had the long game in mind, and that meant holding her with a lighter hand right now. She blinked down at him, those hazel eyes holding things he didn’t fully understand. “Dante…we have to go to a pharmacy.”