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“Trust . . . Just trust me.” His eyes held mine, stealing me away. I had fallen so far in I was swimming in nothing but him.

Dante's fingertips fluttered over my sex, drawing more delicate circles. My legs rattled under the soft touch, shivering in pure desire.

His face was still, eyes burning in carnal need. Dragging his tongue over his lip, Dante bit down hard. “How does it make you feel when I call you mine?”

“I don't know.” My eyes hovered under hooded lids, lashes flirting with the danger beside me.

“Yes, you do.” Crawling up closer, his lips brushed my shoulder as he squeezed my inner thigh. “Tell me.”

“Dante, I—”

“Ivy.” His voice was harsh and demanding, flooding my nerves in excitement. “Tell me or I'll punish you, tell me or I'll make your body so fucking delirious with need that you won't be able to take it.”

There was something about him when he took control that turned my head upside down and made it hard to think. I loved him dominating me, I loved him taking me how he wanted.

His grip would grow firmer, his fingers more intense and rough. But he never really hurt me. Not like my body knew hurt. There was no pain, there was no heavy hand.

With Dante it was passion.

“It makes me feel good, it makes me feel wanted. I like feeling wanted.”

A deep growl rolled from his throat, his hand dropped to his waist to stroke his hard erection. “You are mine.” Plucking at his button, Dante tugged his pants down. “And if you'll let me, I'll be yours.”

His hands flew up and scooped behind my neck. Grabbing my nape, he tugged me down, kissing my lips feverishly. His tongue slid over my mouth, teeth nipping and biting my lip.

My breathing picked up. Exhaling a hard rush of air, I whispered, “You already are.”

The strength of his arms lifted me onto my knees. Kneeling in front of me, Dante slipped free of his boxers, his thick cock pouncing out and ready to dive inside me. Palming the tip, he squeezed around the crown and down his shaft.

Pressing my lips to his chest, I kissed my way down his steel stepping stones. Dragging his fingers through my hair, he gripped the back of my head and guided me to his cock. Flicking the engorged head with my tongue, his fingers drove deeper, tearing at the roots.

“Fuck, Ivy,” he moaned, using my hair to pump my head up and down his cock.

My pussy was hot, tingling, and aching to feel him.

Dante's hips thrust harder and faster, slamming his cock into my mouth and down my throat. He was so big that it was hard to breathe, making me test how long I could go without air.

His grunts were animalistic, growing louder and louder. In one quick slurp, Dante had freed himself, releasing my lips with a wet pop. “Fuck, Princess, I need you.” Grabbing my hips, he flipped me around.

The ease at which he turned me, the way his strength had just whipped me into position, was incredible. It did something to me, igniting a fire in my belly that made my sex seep arousal.

His hand glided up over my ass, massaging the curve. Moaning, Dante leaned over and spoke softly into my ear. “If I hurt you, tell me. If you like it, show me.”

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I wasn't scared. He had given me a choice, a voice to use if I didn't approve.

That . . . That meant everything to me.

A voice.

I felt his hand lift off my skin, another deep moan hit my ears. And as I waited for his cock, I felt an intense singe of sparks.

A loud smack rang out, my ass igniting in a wave of pins and needles.

Dante had just spanked me.

Arching my back, I braced myself on the bed. My fingers curled into the blanket, nails digging into the mattress.

His chest came down on my back, lips hovering over my ear. “Did you enjoy that, Princess? Did you enjoy me punishing you?” His palm rubbed the area, followed by a second slap.