Page 139 of Anti-Heroes in Love Duet

A blush poured down my front.

“I-I don’t really like it when…when people do that to me,” I admitted awkwardly.

“Why the hell not?”

It was a good question, but it was also one I didn’t want to answer. Dante didn’t know about Christopher. He didn’t know that I’d been groomed and used by him for years then finally, in the end, flat-out abused by the man.

He didn’t know every time a man tried to go down on me, I had Christopher’s voice in my head telling me it was dirty.

Sensibly, I knew he had been hypocritical and most probablywrong. He’d forced me to fellate him often enough.

But I still couldn’t shake the anxiety that seized me as Dante gently brushed my hands away and tugged at my pants. I held my breath so I wouldn’t strike out at him as the fabric moved down my legs and off. He tossed them blindly over his shoulder, then shocked me by placing his right cheek against the inside of my thigh. His hot breath wafted over my silk-covered sex.

I shivered almost violently, sick with lust and shame.

“Sei bella,” Dante told me in an intimate murmur as he stroked a thumb over the top of my groin. “You are beautiful, Elena. From your red hair to your endlessly long legs, your velvet gray eyes and your elegance. Even, and especially, your pussy. This”—he dropped a chaste kiss to my covered clit that made me gasp—“is beautiful. Do not deny me the pleasure of kissing you here. Of tasting you straight from the well.”

His thumb edged under the silk and swept over the delicate skin at the crease of my thigh and groin. I was bare beneath the silk but for a strip of carefully groomed hair over my clit, and the sensation of his rough finger against the tender flesh was almost absurdly arousing.

When he looked up from watching his hand move over me, his eyes were hot as freshly poured tar. “I want to be the one to make you lose control. I want to watch you bend and break beneath my hands so I can glue you back together with pleasure.”

Desire lodged in my throat, making it impossible to get words past my lips. Instead, I loosed a conflicted groan.

Dante took it for the frightened consent it was and bent his head to seal his hot mouth over my clit through the silk.

My head rocked back against the leather seat as the heat of his tongue flicking over my flesh seared through my entire groin.

“Dio mio,” I whispered, a prayer and a benediction to some higher power to forgive me for my sins.

Because this was sinful.

The slide of Dante’s tongue through the silk, the wet fabric providing a delicious friction on my sensitive nub, the breath hot then cold against my flesh. Even the sight of Dante, so big and broad wedged between my slim thighs, his dark head against my pale flesh. It was all too decadent to bear.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus on the beauty of this man and not the trauma of my past.

“Lottatrice mia,” Dante rasped between kisses. “Watch me worship this pretty pussy, hmm? I want you to see how the taste of you undoes me.”

I couldn’t breathe properly, so I started to pant as I forced my eyes open and fixed them on Dante. He locked gazes with me, then slowly drew his tongue over my wet seam through my panties and hummed at the flavor of me.

“Sweet and salty,” he told me before hooking his fingers at the silk crotch of my underwear.

And then he tore them brutally from my skin, the fabric rending with a quiet gasp that echoed from my mouth.

He growled as he looked at me spread wide and bared for him. I thought he’d never looked like such a beast, ready to devour me whole.

“There has never been another man for you,” he said fiercely, eyes flashing up to mine and filled with primal possession. “I am the only one to touch you this way, to bring you this pleasure. Forget the past, Elena, because I am the only man in your future.”

Before I could say anything, he bent his head reverently, as if in prayer, and sealed his mouth over my sex.

I choked on my gasp as I threw my head back. Pleasure rooted deep in my gut and spread through my blood from there, warming every inch of me inside and out.

Instinctually, my hands found their way into his thick black hair and clasped him tighter to me.

He groaned in approval, lashing his strong tongue between my folds. The illicit sounds of his wet mouth against my increasingly wet sex made me flush even as they heightened my pleasure. It was almost impossible to feel my old shame when Dante was so completely unapologetic about his enjoyment of my body.

His brazenness was like a key in the lock barring me from my own self-satisfaction. His thumb played at the entrance of my pussy, then slowly sank inside and turned to hook against a spongy spot that made me see stars.

“Dio mio, Dante,” I chanted as my head thrashed at the intensity of sensation building at my core. “Oh my God, Dante,more.”