Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
In the end, Dante orders a wide variety of clothing for me to wear, some of which I'm sure I'll never use. But I know better than to protest or tell him no. He orders enough dresses to make sure I'll always have something to wear for dinner or outings, and casual clothes for lounging around the penthouse.
And lingerie. That one takes me off guard, but I'm not stupid. The way he speaks to me, touches me … I know where this is heading.
The tailor leaves us alone once more, and Dante rises from his chair. "Come here."
I obey, stepping down from the dais. My heart is pounding, but I don't know if it's from nerves or excitement. His hand wraps around mine, and he pulls me into him. "Are you scared of me, Isla?"
"Yes," I whisper, looking up at him. He's so handsome, his eyes so dark, and his mouth is just inches from mine. He makes me forget everything else, and for a moment, I don't remember the reason why I'm here in the first place.
"Don't be," he breathes, the scent of his skin and cologne wrapping around me, spicy and addictive, "Everything I do to you, you will let me because you want me to do it." Dante's other hand cups the back of my neck, and I know he can feel my pulse, thrumming like a hummingbird's wings. He releases my hand and runs his thumb over my bottom lip before finally letting me go.
I sway like I've been drinking, adrenaline and arousal pumping through my body in equal parts.
"Let's go, Isla," Dante rumbles, "I've got deep pockets, but not deep enough that I'd get away with doing what I want to do to you here. Let's go home."
My entire body is tingling as I follow him out to the SUV, and I know for a fact that he can tell how off-balance he makes me. How I respond to his touch. By the time we arrive back at the penthouse, I'm on edge. Dante is so close, and I know I should be scared of him, but I'm not. I want him to touch me again, to kiss me, and when I glance over at him, I can see the tight set of his jaw.
We make it into the private elevator without me bursting into flames on the spot, but I feel a sudden burst of excitement and fear as the doors silently slide closed, leaving us finally alone.
Dante turns, crowding me against the elevator wall as we rise through the building. His hand shoots out to cup my jaw, head tilting down towards mine before stopping mere inches away. I'm breathing like I've run a marathon, trying to convince my legs to keep holding me upright.
"You have until the count of three to tell me no. After that, I'm kissing your smart, sweet little mouth."
My lips part, but no sound escapes.
"One," Dante's grip shifts as he tilts my head just so, his thumb stroking my lip just like he did back at the shop. I'm silent.
"Two," he takes a step closer, his chest brushing mine, my nipples hardening beneath my shirt. I should say no, I should push him away, but I don't. I don't want to. I want him to kiss me, to see how far this thing will go.
I signed my life away; I might as well enjoy it.
"Three." He doesn't wait, his lips crashing down on mine, his tongue pushing past the seam of my lips as his hands wrap around my waist, pulling me against him. His kiss is deep, rough, and unrelenting, and I let him dominate me, my knees weak and shaking.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m drowning. I’m flying.
The elevator dings, but I barely hear it. Dante grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the elevator, and in a few steps, we're in the penthouse with the door slamming behind us. Dante grabs my other wrist, pinning my hands above my head as he kisses me again. Now that we're utterly alone, he takes his time, lips ghosting over mine once, twice, before he slants his mouth over mine and his tongue slips between my lips again.
He's devouring me, just as I knew he would, and while I try to keep up, try to kiss him back with equal fervour, he's an unstoppable force. He kisses me until I'm lightheaded, until my core is aching and desperate for relief. I shift, trying to rub my thighs together, but Dante pulls back, his eyes dark and feral as he stares down at me. "If you're wet right now, tell me."
"I..."
"No lying, remember?"
I nod, and Dante releases one of my wrists. His hand slips down the front of my pants, moving into my panties until his fingers slip over my soaked pussy lips. The sensation has me bucking against him, gripping a handful of his white shirt hard with my free hand. His grin is wicked, white teeth shining in the dark foyer. It's the middle of the day, but the curtains are drawn. Still, there's enough light to see my own wetness glimmering on his fingers when he pulls them out of me.