He caresses my inner thigh, working his fingers up the sensitive flesh to the cloth of my panties. Without warning, he slips a finger into me. Luckily, I want him bad enough that I have a little lubrication, but not nearly enough to make the penetration pleasurable. I wince. "Careful..." I whine as I look back at him.
He removes his hand and sticks the finger in his mouth, savoring my flavor. His face is emotionless while his eyes burn with a lust I don't recognize. "You said to take you. You sure you want to continue?"
I swallow hard. His erection is huge against my leg. "Yes," I whisper, looking at his pants.
He scrunches his hand in my hair, forcing me to stand and turn so he can push me down onto the desk. He's stronger than me but I don't fight back when he pushes down on my low back and rips my skirt down my legs. My nipples harden against the cold of his desk.
"Stay there," he commands. This isn't the Dante I know. It's his voice, but it doesn't sound like the Bond I met in the piano bar. Still, I'm so turned on I just hug his desk.
I feel his hands behind me, suddenly wrapping his fingers around the crotch of my panties and tearing. A mixture of fear and arousal spikes my heart rate he pulls the pieces of my panties down each leg, keeping just a strip of the fabric holding it together. He traces a finger down my spine, down the line of my butt and to the v between my legs. I spread my legs side to give him access. He forces one finger inside of me, but this time I'm ready. I'm already so wet. I want more than just a finger. I start to moan. "Dante..."
"Shut up," he growls. His finger drops away, leaving me aching for more. I hear his footsteps go to the front of the desk and I raise my head to look at him, but he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls up. I squeak with surprise and pain as he forces my head up. His crotch is right at eye level for me and his pants are unbuttoned and open. When I look up at his face, he just smiles. "Make sure to get it nice and wet."
I do what he says, taking it in my mouth. He begins to fuck my mouth roughly, lubricating it, taking what he wants. My breasts stick to the surface of the desk as I raise and lower my head. My core is made of fire and this is stoking the heat. Tears spring from my eyes when he goes too deep, but I'm loving every minute of it. This is what I wanted. What I needed. I needed
He steps back and goes back around to the other side of the desk. I get on my tiptoes, opening myself up for him. His hard length leans against my ass, and he poises himself at my damp entrance. He pushes into me, making it feel good for him. It immediately scratches the itch, and I find myself rocking back at him.
He puts his hand on my back, holding me down. He's fucking me hard, ramming his entire length as deep into me as he can go. It's violent and rough, but I love it. It's making me forget my past.
His hand traces the curve of my low back continuing to palm my ass. He spreads my cheeks wide, watching as he plows into me. He pulls out of me and grabs my hair again. I stumble to my feet as he drags me toward the window, my torn panties trying to trip me as I walk. At one point I stumble, but he just keeps going, pulling my hair with him and causing me pain as well as pleasure. I love it. I want more.
He pushes me onto his desk, pinning my arms above my head as he rails into me. My head hangs off the edge, pleasure finally taking over the memories that threaten to crush me. This is real. This is now. I don't have to worry about what happened then.
“More,” I whisper. I'm so close to losing myself to him. It's a drug to forget and he's getting me high on him.
Dante thrusts harder, his body slamming into mine. There's raw power and hungry lust fueling him now. He's now primal and needy. I welcome it.
I feel him start to shake, his body finding the ultimate pleasure in mine. This is what I need. This is where I need to be right now.
I close my eyes and take all of him. The guttural sound of him coming sends me over the edge, and my body contracts around him.
We stay that way for a long time, locked together and breathing hard. Slowly he steps back. I lay panting on his desk.
"Are you okay?" Dante asks, his eyes still on me.
I slide to the floor. Now that we're done, the memories are coming back. They aren't as overpowering this time.
“I think so,” I whisper. He wraps his arms around me. Somehow, the gentle strength of his arms after the intense strength of before is more soothing than anything I could have expected. I let him hold me, and slowly the memories of an unwanted kiss that led to my mother's death start to fade.
“I want to go home,” I whisper, suddenly empty of energy. I just want to curl up in my bed.
“I'll take you home myself,” he says, gently smoothing back my hair.
I nod. He helps me dress and then brings me downstairs. He calls a cab and lets me rest on his shoulder the whole way home without saying a word.
He tucks me into bed with a kiss.
I know that I am safe with him.
Chapter 13
"Where exactly are we going?" I ask two days later, peering out from the limousine window. My breath is fogging the icy glass and making it hard to see.
"I told you, it's a surprise," Dante answers nonchalantly, leaning back in his leather seat. His white button-up shirt is open at the collar and I am st
rongly considering opening it further. The backseat of a limo has plenty of room and privacy for where I want this date to go. He shakes his head slowly, his brown eyes knowing exactly what I am planning. I have to wait.
I slump back in my own seat and cross my arms. I know I look like a irritable, spoiled brat. Dante rolls his eyes, but a sliver of a grin cracks his face. I can tell at least he is considering my idea.