Page 23 of Depraved

My body bounces off the table, causing it to shake, and misses him.

“Watch the coffee, wildcat.” He laughs, sending me into more of a fury.

I let out a small guttural scream and swing at him, for any part of him. But I’m caged in by his much stronger arms.

My head swings around for something to use, something that will hurt him, and I kick my legs out trying to twist out of his hold.

“Relax,” he growls, pinning me in place.

“Are you fucking kidding? You brought me here against my will. And you want me to relax?” I pant, already exhausted from the fight. He’s just too strong.

“Yes. I want you to fucking relax and hear me out. I’m not trying to ruin your life—I’d like to help you save it. And frankly, Billy, what’s the alternative. How the fuck are you getting out? Because you aren’t going through me, sweetheart.”

My eyes scan the empty space in front of me as I let his words sink in. He’s right. I’m not. And I’m wasting my time and my energy fighting when I should be more strategic. Nodding, I stand still as Dante slowly lets me go. I pull away quickly and turn to face him.

“I’ll get your phone and belongings for you, so long as you promise not to use them as a weapon.” He lectures as he steps over to the table where he placed the items he had.

“Fine,” I answer, narrowing my eyes.

Dante’s amused expression still evident, he motions his head for me to follow him as he picks up the bag and drinks. “Now, where were we? You were taking off your pants, right?”

He has to be joking.

“In your dreams, buddy,” I snap.

“Almost nightly.” He winks, making my nipples push against the lace fabric of my bra.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my almost naked chest. “That’s all you’re ever getting.”

“We’ll see.”

He sets what I assume is breakfast on the nightstand and sits back casually on the bed, patting it for me to join him and grinning at me like the devil.

I hate how sexy he looks. And how much it makes me want to…Damn traitorous body!

“Am I getting a choice?”

“No.” He answers as I walk to the bed and take the spot next to him, leaving space between us.

“All right. I’m listening.” I huff, patting my forehead. I’m on fire and not in a good way.

“You’ve got to be hot.” He grins with a devilish gleam.

“I am, but you aren’t taking me out of these pants, you asshole.”

“You sure you don’t want me to? Because if memory serves…” he croons, leaning down on his elbow closer to me.

I hate him.

“That’s all we are…a damn memory,” I snap, pushing him back as his arm wraps around my waist, and he rolls me over, so he’s on top of me.

My breath stops short as he stares at me because god help me if all this anger doesn’t make me want to fuck him more.

Dante’s leg presses in between mine, and my traitorous body wants to rub up and down until I scream.

“Let’s do this, then talk. I haven’t stopped thinking about you…” he says low with that heavenly gravel.

Dante’s hands run up my body, and my eyes close, sucked into the sensation as he whispers in my ear.