The Bastard's Betrayal (Scandalous Scions 1)

“Stop that. I belong to myself.” She tangled her fingers in his hair and tilted her face up for a kiss. “Make me come, d’yavol. Make me feel good.”

“Always.” He jerked her forward, until she was barely perched on the edge of the counter, and started fucking her in short, slow thrusts. The angle was perfect. She started shaking almost immediately. It was too good. He had to slow down farther, to focus on getting her there first, or he was going to blow. Dante buried his face in her throat, driving her pleasure higher even as he fought his own. The only sound in the bathroom was their ragged breathing and the soft sounds of fucking.

A knock on the door.

He froze, and Rose’s hands tightened in his hair. She dragged in a rough inhale. “Da?”

“Are you okay? You’ve been in there a long time.”

Her sister. He wasn’t sure which one. Dante started to lean back, but she ran her hands down his back and grabbed his ass, driving him deeper inside. “It’s like that?” he murmured in her ear. “So be it.”

“I’m fine.” She didn’t sound fine, though. She sounded like she was seconds from coming apart.

Apparently her sister wasn’t convinced. “Rose. What’s going on?”

“Get out of here, Sasha!” She snarled something in Russian that made his balls tighten. His woman never sounded sexier than when she gave commands. There was a beat of silence, and then her sister said something that sounded shocked, but her footsteps moved away from the door a moment later. Rose dug her nails into Dante’s ass through his pants. “Hurry. We don’t have time.”

He guided her to lean back on her hands on the sink and ran his hands up her legs, spreading them wide. “Look at us, amata.” His cock was soaked with her need, and watching her body spread to take him nearly had him losing control right then and there. He gritted his teeth and kept going. “Look how sweetly you take me.”

“Dante. God, you feel so good.” She gasped and clenched around him. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He fought himself to maintain the rhythm she needed even as she shook and whimpered. When she came, it was with a strangled cry that went straight to his cock. Only then did Dante drive deep, chasing his own pleasure. “One day. When you’re mine in truth.” He wrapped her hair around a fist and kissed her roughly. “I’m going to come inside you, Rosa. Fill you up with me.”

“Do it.” She moaned.

“No.” At the last moment he pulled out of her and jacked himself roughly. He came hard, the orgasm only strengthened by watching his speed spray her pussy and upper thighs. Dante kept fucking coming, until his knees actually buckled. He caught himself on the counter and wiped his cock on her thigh. “When you’re mine, Rosa. Only. Then.”

She looked down at the mess he’d made and shivered. “Are you going to tell me to leave it like this?”

That was exactly what he wanted to do, but he knew better. She wanted something to push back against. He wouldn’t give it to her. Not in this moment. “You’re a big girl. You can make your own decisions.”

Rose searched his face. “You really mean it, don’t you? You don’t care about the optics or what the consequences will be. You just want me.”

He pulled out his wallet to grab the spare hotel key he’d requested and pressed it into her hand. “Room 402.”

She stared. “You can’t be serious. All I’d have to do with that information is give it to my parents and you’d be dead before dawn.”

“Si.” Dante shrugged. “But you’re not going to, and we both know it.” He glanced at the door. It wouldn’t be long before her sister returned, likely with muscle this time. “Come to me tonight.”

She drew in a breath and glanced down at her bare pussy. “I could be pregnant, you know. It’s even likely. I missed those three days, and even if I restarted birth control, it might not make a difference.”

The thought made his chest ache, but as much as he wanted that with this woman eventually, now wasn’t the time for it. He could recognize that, even if part of him wanted to howl at the moon at the thought. “And if you are?”

She pressed her lips together. “I can’t keep it, Dante. Not like this. Not with everything going on and a war on the horizon. My family needs me.”

He framed her face with his hands and pressed a kiss to her lips. “It’s your body, amata. I want my ring on your finger and my child in your belly, but on our timeline. When it’s safe.”

“What if it’s never safe?” The words came out in a whisper. It was the first time he’d heard her sound afraid, and the ache in his chest ramped up several notches.