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Rachel

“When are you going to stop running from me, Rachel? When are you going to put your pride aside and admit you want to be here?”

I said nothing. I just looked up at him through my lashes.

This wasn’t feral Dante. There wasn’t a smidge of anger on his face.

“Answer me,” he said softly, loosening the grip on my jaw.

“I—”

“Do you want to be here, Rachel? It’s as simple as that.”

“It’s not as simple as that—”

“Yes. Yes it is. You either want to be here, or you don’t. We can figure out all the other shit. We can deal with what’s coming. But we can’t iron out any kinks if you don’t answer the simple question. Yes, or no?”

I didn’t answer. At least, not with words. Instead, I went on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. That’s all it took for the inferno between us to ignite.

The second my lips touched his, Dante grabbed hold of the back of my head and tightened his grip on my jaw once more, immediately taking control of the kiss.

His tongue swept across my lips, demanding entry.

I opened my mouth slightly and stroked his tongue with my own.

He groaned softly, before dropping his hands down my body until they were under my ass, and with one smooth movement, he hauled me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my feet into his lower back to push him into me, and he chuckled low in his throat.

“Shut up,” I muttered against his mouth, knowing what was coming from him.

“Eager much, Rachel? ”

“About as eager as you are,” I said, thrusting my hips against him so that I was grinding against his hard cock. “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”

“The hell we shouldn’t,” he muttered back, lowering his mouth to my neck to place small kisses from my collarbone all the way up to my ear, sucking the skin to leave behind red marks.

My head tipped back against the door, giving him full access.

“I thought I was losing you completely. When they took me, it drove me mad, thinking you were unsafe. Don’t tell me we shouldn’t be doing this, when this is something I thought we would never do again. ”

“You know what I mean, Dante. You’re in pain and—”

“Couldn’t give a fuck.”

“It’ll make it worse.”

“Couldn’t give a fuck. In fact, I like pain.”

“Well, aren’t we the little masochist?”

He grinned at me before giving me a scorching kiss that succeeded in shutting me up and setting us both alight.

His hips pinned me to the door, our tongues wrestling for control as we ground against each other. I sank my fingers into his hair and bounced on the hands supporting my ass, feeling his cock through his trousers rub against my throbbing clit.

I took his lower lip between my teeth and bit down hard enough to have him suck in his breath.

I felt us moving as Dante carried me over to the dressing table, and then heard a crash as one hand left my ass, and swiped everything off the top of it. He lowered me down his body and flipped me over until I was bent over the table.

He reached underneath me and popped the button on my jeans, pulling them over my ass. I raised one leg to allow him to pull the material out and then, after one loud slap to my ass cheeks, I felt him grab a cheek in each hand and push me up the table until my feet were no longer touching the floor.

“Fuck, Rachel,” he breathed, spreading my legs open, making me clench with how low and deep his voice was. “You’re always so fucking wet for me.”

I heard him unzip his jeans, and then position his cock at my entrance and slammed inside me with one sharp thrust.

I grabbed hold of the top of the table, my fingers turning white as he fucked me relentlessly. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies slapping against each other as Dante chose a rhythm that had the table shaking beneath us, threatening to give way at any time.

He delivered another stinging slap to my ass before his hand trailed up my back to bury itself in my hair. Grabbing a fistful of it, he pulled my head back, leaning over to whisper in my ear.

“Tell me, Rachel,” he growled. “Tell me who you fucking belong to.”

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t do anything as his other hand came to wrap around my throat. His cock was slamming into me so hard, so deep, it was all I could focus on. My pussy tensed around him, drawing him in deeper, needing all he had to give, and still, it wouldn’t be enough.

“Do you want to cum, Rachel? Does your greedy little pussy want to cover my cock in your juices? I can give you so much fucking pleasure, but I can also take it all away,” he threatened, slowing down the slamming of his hips.

“Please,” I begged, my ass raising up to try and slam back down onto his cock.

“Tell me who you belong to. Tell me you’re not ever going to try to fucking leave again.”

“Dante,” I pleaded, my thighs shaking as he slid the tip of his cock in and out of my pussy, teasing me, driving me wild, making me feel as though I would die if he didn’t do something to relieve this aching need I had in me that only he could fix.

“Tell me.” He hissed, pulling my hair even harder, his hand tightening around my throat.

“You, Dante. I belong to you.”

“And?”

“And I won’t try to leave. I’ll stay here. But please… Please fuck me, please, please…” I no longer cared how easy it was for him to have me begging. I no longer cared about anything other than having his cock inside me.

He laughed low in his throat and then pulled out of me completely, making me cry out loud with frustration.

It wasn’t for long, though. He picked me back up and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist. There was no hesitation in his movements as he thrust his hips upwards, his cock slamming in me to the hilt .

He bent his legs slightly and grabbed hold of my hips, slamming me up and down with such force, such speed, my tits bounced between us.

He grabbed hold of my shirt and ripped it open from the hemline up, pushing the scraps of material off my shoulders. I reached around and unhooked my bra and threw it to the other side of the room, revelling in the groan he made deep in his throat as I freed my tits to his gaze.

“Fucking perfection,” he growled at me, picking up his speed as he watched my tits bounce.

I locked my ankles behind his back, unable to do anything other than accept the brute force of his fucking.

“More,” I challenged, taking his lower lip into my mouth and bit down on it, daring him to pull back as I tasted blood in my mouth.

He accepted the challenge, his fingers biting into my ass as he slammed me down on his cock, stretching my pussy open every time he speared back inside me.

I tightened my entire body around him, using my hands around his neck for support as I did my best to bounce with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, both of us wrestling for control as our tongues stroked against each other.

“Fuck me like you mean it. Give me everything you’ve got,” I breathed against his lips, and then squealed as he flew forwards, slamming me against the door with such force the air left my lungs.

I grabbed the top of the doorframe and ground my hips against him, taking the smallest ounce of control as his hands came to my tits, pushing them up and together so he could lather his tongue over each of my nipples.

He bit down on them, locking eyes with my own, silently daring me to cry out with pain.

My pussy tensed, causing him to growl low in his throat.

“You’re so fucking greedy for my cock, Rachel. So easily fucking defeated. All you want to do is take my cock like the filthy slut you really are.”

His words nearly had me tipping over the edge, making me almost scream as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

“That’s it,” he breathed, raising his head to whisper into my ear.

“Make all the fucking noise you want. Let every member of this club know exactly who you belong to. Let them all know what I’m doing to you.

You fucking love that they can hear, don’t you?

You love them all knowing what sort of dirty whore you really are.

Fuck, Rachel,” he groaned, the door rattling behind us as he picked up his speed to impossible levels.

“I want them all to hear just as much as you do. I fucking love that I’m the only one who gets to see you out of control like this.

Cum on my cock for me. Show me how much you fucking love it. ”

“Dante,” I breathed, feeling almost panicked as the pleasure built to levels, I didn’t think I could survive.

His hand reached between our bodies, finding my clit with ease.

He squeezed it between his fingers, before rolling it between his thumb and his index, matching the speed of his cock pounding into me.

My ass raised and fell, smacking against the door behind us.

“I can’t,” I sobbed, but still I bounced on his cock, still I kept forcing my body to accept more.

“You can, darlin’. Let go. I’ve got you. Cum on my cock. Cum like the good girl you are.”

I bit down on my lip, back arching as an orgasm slammed into me. A scream was ripped from my throat, and my fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to slice open the skin. I tipped my head back against the door, shaking from side to side, feeling my entire body spasmed out of control.

Dante held me the entire time, keeping the same rhythm, making sure he got every last second of pleasure out of my orgasm as he possibly could.