Page 50 of Thorns of Silence

He pulled out of me only to slam back in again. God, he felt so good. My body jerked, and he fucked me harder and faster.

I panted, licking my lips. I wanted to turn around to feel him, to feel his chest against mine, but the deeper he thrust, the faster my orgasm built. My stomach trembled and my skin tightened, fireworks sparking deep inside me before I erupted.

Lost in the height of my pleasure, he gripped my hair and pulled my head back up, taking my mouth as he pumped into me violently. The flame grew hotter, the desire stronger. A haze had infiltrated my mind, my inhibitions, and the corners of my vision as my orgasm shuddered through me with the violence of a strong current.

I swallowed his grunts and he jerked into me several more times when, with one final thrust, he spilled inside me.

Both of us breathed hard as he remained buried, spent and covered in sweat, while his fingers threaded into my hair and he sank his face into my neck. His lips hovered over my skin and licked a stripe over the shell of my ear.

He pulled out of me and I felt his cum leak down my inner thigh, making a salacious mess out of me. I felt his free hand reach between my quivering legs, his finger intercepting the wetness dripping down. He ran a finger upward, pushing it back inside my opening, drawing another shudder from me.

He brought his finger to my mouth, and without thinking, I parted my lips and sucked on it, tasting myself.

“You’re mine now,” he mouthed, his chest growling against mine.

He scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the shower where he lathered my body, massaging my achy muscles and mouthing words in the language of love.

God, Iwasstupid.

I scowled, chasing the images and memories away, and found Dante staring at me with a lopsided grin.

“Where did you go?” he asked, and when I scrunched my brows, he added, “In your mind, where did you go?”

“None of your business.”I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. He was the only man I’d ever let in. I tried to get close to others, but my body refused to cooperate or work for any other man. I even tried to picture Dante when they kissed me. Zip. Nada. Not even a blip of sensation.

It was fucking embarrassing. It was the reason I kept him my dirty little secret. He was my everything, and all he did was break me. Ruin me for anyone else.

“About last night,” he signed, his movements hesitant. “I’m sorry.”

The breath was knocked from my lungs. Menacing energy bubbled in my veins, seeping through my pores. My glare met his fierce eyes. I wanted to provoke him, anger him. I wanted him to feel an ounce of the pain he’d bestowed on me.

“Nothing to be sorry about,”I signed.“There are plenty of fish in the sea. I can find a new man whenever I want.”Lies. Besides, if he kept chasing them away, I’d be left without any options.“The perfect one will come along.”

His neck bulged thickly as he worked his jaw. Good. Let him be angry. Not that he had any right to be.

One moment I was sitting and the next he had me slammed against the back of the lounge chair, gripping my neck.

“I told you, Phoenix. No. Other. Men. For. You.” He mouthed the words slowly, menacingly, and with enough pent-up tension to set this yacht ablaze. His power and savagery overwhelmed me. His scent was suddenly the only thing I could make out.

I shoved at him with all my force, barely making him budge.“That’s where you’re wrong, Dante. There are many men out there for me.”

“I’m it for you.”

I scoffed.“Fuck you. I wouldn’t want you if you were the last man on earth.”

His grin wassavage. Diabolical. “Any dick comes near you and I’ll cut it off. If you need to be fucked, just say the word. Your wish is my command.”

My eyes widened. Dante Leone was mental. A total fucking lunatic. Adrenaline raced through my veins, pulsing out through my ears.

In an unhealthy way, the look of utter possessiveness in his eyes sent a wave of warmth between my legs. He must have read the desire in my eyes.

His shoulders relaxed and his mouth curved into a charming smile. The changes in his demeanor were jarring, setting my teeth on edge.

“We could—” He tapped his fingers against his chin pensively as if thinking hard about the best way to phrase his next words so he’d get what he wanted. “We could have an… arrangement.”

I eyed him suspiciously, my mouth suddenly dry at the way he watched me like he was prepared to devour me.“Arrangement?”

“You and me,” he signed. “The attraction is there. You can feel it, and so can I. We fuck, and we get it out of our system.”