Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
“I did,” Dante answers. “You’re mine now, Natalie. The sooner this whole damn town learns it, the better. Might make them think twice before trying to pull any stupid shit.”
Dante starts the car, and the engine roars to life.
“Anyone else giving you trouble in there?” He brings the conversation back to a more serious topic, even though his dark brown eyes scream that they want to get into the fun of the night.
“Nothing like that,” I answer as we start to move. If I had to remember the faces of everyone who touched me or made me uncomfortable, Dante would be cracking the skulls of half this town. “But…”
“But what?”
“Just the manager. He’s been annoying me since I started working here.” I giggle at the thought.
“Want me to have a word with him instead?” Dante asks.
“No, I’m sure he’ll think twice about making another move after what you did tonight.” I rest a soothing hand on Dante’s leg to still his newly mounting frustrations.
Even while driving, his head tilts to my touch. It lingers longer than I expect it to, considering he’s supposed to be looking at the road. Yet, the car continues moving straight, and he starts to stop at a red light as if by instinct alone.
“I didn’t know you were going to come by tonight,” I say. “With the way you left things yesterday, I didn’t know what to expect at all.”
“That makes two of us,” Dante answers. “But I had to see you again. I was awake all night thinking about it.”
“Only see me?” I bat my eyelashes at him, even though his attention is back on the road.
“Trust me, if I was sure you’d let me tear away your panties and drown myself in your pussy juice, I’d do it. But I want you to want this,” he says.
The directness of his statement makes my heart sink into my loins. My mind flashes with filthy images of every fantasy I’ve had of him. Those strong arms gripping my waist, pulling me into thrust after hard thrust of his intense fucking. His hand gripping my throat. Sucking his fingers into my mouth as he has his way with me. Yet nothing could’ve prepared me for a sentence like that.
“And what does being yours entail, exactly?” I nibble on my lower lip. I’m smart enough to know pleasures of the flesh are expected, if not mandatory. My entire body tingles in delight at the mere thought.
“Exactly what it sounds like.” Dante smirks. “No wandering thoughts or shared intentions. Mine alone. To do with as I please. But something about the smile on your face says you already knew it. Want it.”
He’s not wrong. But hearing him say it out loud brings me back down to earth. His alone? I can get behind the idea, sure, but does it go both ways? Am I his, while he gets to do whatever he wants with whoever he pleases? He admitted it himself; he came here tonight with no goals in mind other than to see me again.
What if I’m just a new shiny toy to him? Bought and paid for to help my dad out of trouble.
“You sure sound confident in what you want,” I say, trying to shake the chills my thoughts provoked.
“I’ve never been more certain of anything,” Dante answers. “It’s not in my nature. I do everything with intent and purpose.”
“Everything?”
“I’ve already told you I want you to smother me with your thighs. Want me to explain all the filthy things I want to do to your tight body? Bend you over the hood of my car? The way I’d erupt into a whimpering mess at the first stroke of my cock inside your walls? Or scream out in exquisite anguish while I fill your womb with my seed?” The last sentence leaves his mouth with a deep growl.
“All of it. Every damned word. Speak and never stop. Not until it all comes true,” I whimper.
This roller coaster of emotions is driving me crazy. One minute, I’m worried he’s going to get bored of me, and the next, I’m a mess, lingering on every word and over-eager to put them to the test.
“Why speak when we can act?” He floors the gas pedal to speed through the streets.
Maybe this is a fleeting fancy, and Dante won’t want to pursue it further than a one-night stand or a few nights of intense pleasure. But even if that’s the case, why waste an opportunity to be with him?
Especially if he can make my wildest dreams come true?
7
DANTE
My night’s going better than expected.
Waiting around and fumbling for my opportunity to whisk Natalie away from that shit-hole bar aside, our evening together is progressing nicely. Who’d have thought taking what you want would yield such great results?
But where do we go from here? Lazing in my living room and sipping champagne with a beautiful woman isn’t my usual style. I’m like a fish out of water, trying to make her comfortable while doing my best to tame my desires.