Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Dante…” I moaned his name, half protest, half plea for more.
He growled and bit my nipple hard enough to make me shriek. Hot lines of pleasure sizzled down to my clit, and my sex pulsed with the need to be filled.
An echo of fear shuddered down my spine as my body responded to the sexual stimulation.
He seemed to understand what was happening before I did.
“No,” he rumbled, savage and possessive. “Stay with me, Nora.” He kissed my neck again and reached between my legs, clever fingers stimulating my needy clit. “No one can touch you here. No one but me. This pussy is mine.”
I jolted at the words, and Luca’s blazing ochre eyes flashed across my mind.
“When he touches you, it’s my hand,” Dante snarled against my skin and slid a thick finger inside me. “When he holds you, it’s only because I command it. I’ll give you anything you need, Nora. Even if that means allowing him to think you’re his. We both know the truth. You’re mine, little bird. Your body responds to me. You were made for all the dark things I need to do to you. He can never fulfil you like I can.”
He curled his finger against my g-spot and rubbed my clit with his thumb while he nipped at my breasts. I arched toward him on a rough shout, writhing in his cruel, demanding grip.
“He can’t make you scream like I can. He doesn’t know how to do this to you. He wouldn’t even want to. You would spend your life knowing that you could have what I offer, and he’d never be able to give it to you.” His voice was guttural, savage. “You want me to break your careful control. You want to be free from that burden. I am the only one who’s strong enough to shatter you. To set you free, little bird.”
He kissed a tear from my cheek, and I tried to babble a protest as another shockwave of pleasure wracked my body.
This was wrong. I belonged to Luca.
But Dante was playing me like his favorite instrument. He knew exactly how to make me whimper and writhe.
“Don’t be afraid, darling,” he crooned, his emerald eyes burning into me. “I’ll always put you back together again. You know I will.” He rubbed the sensitive spot inside me with ruthless pressure, hard enough to force my back to bow with aching pleasure. “Shatter for me, Nora.”
I came apart on a scream, releasing my guilt and shame on a riptide of ecstasy. Nothing existed but Dante: his hands on me, his fiercely beautiful eyes consuming my soul.
He crushed his lips to mine, saving the flavor of my blissful cry. As my body began to shake, he didn’t relent. He continued to stimulate me until I became overly sensitive. I jolted beneath him, but he pinned me down, teeth sinking into my lower lip as he rubbed me in a demanding rhythm.
Another violent orgasm tore from my body, bursting from my core to ravage my entire being.
He stroked me through the aftershocks of my second peak, and he kissed more tears from my cheeks as he coaxed the last sparks of painful pleasure from my sex.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, lavishing me with praise and more tender caresses. “So perfect for me. My Nora.”
Mine! Luca’s possessive roar thundered through my mind, and a soft sob wracked my chest.
Dante shushed me and held me close, cradling my shaking body in his brawny arms. “Don’t worry, pet. You did nothing wrong.”
He read me so easily. He saw me so clearly.
There was a familiarity between us that couldn’t be denied. He’d always peered straight into my soul, and today, he’d allowed me to glimpse his in return. He’d shared his pain with me, his deepest fear: that I would abandon him.
My heart ached at the thought of causing him so much pain.
But Luca was my husband, and in the end, I had to choose him.
If Dante would ever let him go.
Even though I knew Luca was still his prisoner, Dante’s strong arms no longer felt like a cage around me. I felt…free.
And that terrified me.
Chapter 9
Nora
Guilt and worry ate at me, hollowing out my insides. Dante had been gone for hours, and he’d promised he wouldn’t return until he had Giana under his protection. One of Luca’s men had managed to contact Antonio, and he’d turned on my father to help Giana. Right now, Dante’s men were preparing to raid Giuseppe’s hideout. But only after Giana was safely out of the line of fire.
Dante had promised that she wouldn’t be harmed, and I believed him.
Still, there were so many things that could go wrong. The violence might break out too soon, and my sister could be caught in a firefight.
And Dante…
He would risk his life to save her for me. I knew it deep in my heart. He’d sworn that he would atone for his sins against me, and this was how he would prove his devotion as my husband.