Dark Ties (Made Men 9)

Dante now looked down, too, to see what she was staring at. His powerful body tensed in unison at the sight.

Nadia was still trying to process what had just happened in the last few minutes to get her from the bathroom to here, now being swept up in his arms …

“I should let you go,” he said roughly, without making a move. The harsh tone in his voice hadn’t come from a place of anger but a special place right between pleasure and pain.

Her chest fell deeper, the peaks of her nipples the only things resting against him for a single moment. “Is that what your inner voice is telling you?”

“No, it’s my dick warning me.”

“Oh …” Nadia waited to listen for her own tightly wound-up head to speak up, but there was nothing but silence this time. Taking it as a go-ahead, she brought her arms up to wind around his neck, bringing her breasts closer to his chest than ever. “I have an idea. I won’t listen to my head if you don’t listen to yours.”

Dante didn’t need to know her head was being conspicuously silent …

Picking her up, he placed her expertly down onto the bed, without their skin separating for even a second. “Woman, that’s the most rational thing that has come out of your mouth in the past ten minutes.”

Twelve

Respectable Woman

“My name is Nadia.”

Dante’s brows rose upward. “I know your name.”

“Just checking. You keep calling me woman. I just want to make sure you didn’t forget my name.”

Dante eased his weight slightly so he could get a better view of the perfect mounds of her breasts. “It’s pretty safe to say I won’t be forgetting you anytime soon. You screamed loud enough to raise the dead.”

Nadia craned her neck to look over his shoulder. “The boys won’t come barging in, will they?”

“Amo heard a scream from your room and then told me about it three hours later,” he said, shaking his head. “What do you think?”

Dante didn’t like the glint that entered Nadia’s eyes at that piece of enlightenment. He had told her about it before, but now that she had come to know Amo better, it seemed to land a bit differently this time.

Feeling bad for the boy because of his reminder, he tried to take her mind off whatever revenge Nadia was planning. The woman was lethal with a pillow … and generally problematic, he thought after trying to find the word that best suited her. Unfortunately for Nadia, problematic fit. So far, in the time that he had known her, the woman was either too busy trying to solve problems, or she just caused more.

Seeking his own type of revenge, Dante covered her nipple with his mouth. This is such a bad idea. Nadia wasn’t the type of woman he usually fucked with. He had never been attracted to women who lived in Kansas City. It didn’t help that she didn’t take his gruffness without giving a smart comeback, knocking him off the pedestal he had attained at being the top of the family organization.

But oh, how he wanted her—nope, needed to fuck—but even he was well past believing that. So, he blamed him wanting to fuck her on breaking his cardinal rule: You weren’t supposed to mix alcohol. It led to bad decisions and regret, and right now, mixing whiskey with rum runners had led him here, between Nadia’s voluptuous thighs. The want for her would disappear just like the alcohol in his system would tomorrow.

But tonight … he thought as he grabbed her hips to adjust her the way he wanted with his dick riding the notch between her thighs, I will give in to my drunken demands.

Removing his shirt with quick hands, he settled down to business to arouse Nadia before she said something that would snuff out his raging hard-on. Stretching her thighs farther apart, he slid downward to go down on her.

Her hips arched at the first touch of his mouth. Licking the rose-red vulva, Dante didn’t give her time to have second thoughts and started laving the sunshine-scented, damp pussy. Boldly, he thrust his tongue inside of her and started tongue-fucking her. He gripped her generous ass harder to hold her higher against his mouth. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”

Her movements were slow, but her legs gradually climbed higher until Dante had her in the position he wanted. Nadia opened to every damn demand he gave her. Using his fingers, he stretched her open by small increments. The tight sheath was slowly opening wider as her arousal grew. If he fucked her the way he wanted, she would be hurting afterward. He made it a point to never leave a woman he fucked unsatisfied, but with a pleasurable memory when the night was over.

Gauging how aroused Nadia was by the rhythm her hips were keeping with the thrusts of his tongue as she started moving faster, Dante lifted his mouth and pulled her legs off his shoulders. Flipping her onto her front, he lifted her hips again until she was on her knees, begging as she pleaded for him to fuck her. It only made his dick somehow harder, causing him to press a firm hand onto her back and lowering her head to the bed, wanting her in the perfect position as his body moved between her thighs.