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Chapter 11: Spread Your Legs For Me
Dante’s POV
Gia shook her head weakly, trying to deny it.
“That was…” But her words broke off, as if even her mouth had stopped believing her.
I cupped both of her breasts, fingers splaying wide as I caressed them too gently, drawing circles around her hardened peaks, savoring the heat, the weight, the way her skin shivered beneath my palms.
A whimper escaped her lips, soft and helpless. Her hands shot out instinctively, not to stop me, but to grasp mine for balance as her knees wobbled beneath the weight of sensation.
“Watch how your nipples are hard and aching,” I murmured, tracing her areola. “Not just for my touch… but for my mouth too. You want that, don’t you, pretty doll?”
She shivered, eyes shutting, lips parted. I leaned in, dragging my mouth along her neck, right against the spot she told me she didn’t like being touched. The second I brushed my lips there, her body jolted in my arms.
Liar.
I pushed her further. My mouth hovered just at her peak, and I groaned. “Would you like me to take one in my mouth? Hm? Let my tongue swirl around this perfect, needy little nipple?”
“I… um…” she stammered, trying so hard to hold on to her defiance.
Then finally, softly, “No.”
Another lie.
I smirked, cocky. She was still fighting it, still pretending she had control. My mind spun with the ways I could punish her, strip away every last layer of pride she put up. This beautiful, stubborn body needed to be taught. She needed to learn what it meant to submit, to obey, to never, ever deceive mé.
And yet… I liked the way she resisted.
God, I fucking loved the fight. It made my revenge on the only piece of Vincenzo’s property I could find more rewarding. 2
All the women I’d been with before her were too easy and eager. They submitted without the thrill of being broken. There was nothing to conquer in them, no satisfaction in their surrender.
But her?
My pretty little doll was unlike any of them.
She didn’t hand herself over freely. She fought me, even when her body screamed otherwise.
And fuck… that reminded me so much of…
And just like that, the memories came crashing into me like a wave I couldn’t outrun.
Esmeralda. My beautiful wife lying in my arms, bloody, limp, cold.
I jerked away from her, my breath ragged as I tried to force them back into the dark where they belonged. But they clawed their way through, like they always did, tormenting, refusing to let me go.
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Her blood had been crying for vengeance ever since that night.
Vincenzo, that filthy traitor, had joined the other rival mafia clans to lay an ambush for us. I still remembered the flare of headlights, the screech of tires… and then he shot her. 1
Not once.
Not twice.
Ten fucking times.
Ten bullets in the woman I loved.
I still saw her face, her lifeless eyes, her body torn apart, and my hands trembling, soaked in her blood as I screamed her name, begging her not to die.
I could still hear her last breath choking out in my ear.
‘I love you Dante.‘
I didn’t want to think about Esmeralda, not here, not now.
Didn’t want to feel this pain, this goddamn ache that tore me apart every time her face invaded my thoughts. But fuck… that night haunted me, gnawing through my sanity.
And now, I had the only living, breathing piece of Lorenzo I could lay my hands on.
His precious daughter he’d hidden from the world like a treasure. And she was in my arms.
Any trace of mercy I’d felt earlier was gone, ripped away by my ruthless need for vengeance.
She was innocent, and didn’t deserve what I was going to do to her. But the world hadn’t given a fuck about what Esmeralda deserved either.
So no… there would be no mercy.
My eyes darkened, locking onto hers.
“Get on the bed. Now.”
I saw it, the shock. The way her eyes widened at the sudden shift in my demeanor. Every trace of tenderness was gone. The monster she’d met earlier was back… fully unleashed.
I couldn’t help the way my gaze dragged down the curve of her back. Sleek and smooth, her hips dipped in a perfect arch, leading down to that round, firm ass that made my cock twitch with need.
Fuck.
I was painfully hard.
Every step she took toward the bed made it worse. The image of bending her over and slamming into her tight heat, hearing her cry out my name as I filled her to the hilt, nearly broke what little control I had left.
She reached the bed, paused for a second like she was gathering her courage, then lay down. Her back pressed against the mattress, legs drawn up, knees closed tightly, still trying to hide from me. Still pretending she had a
choice.
I stalked toward her like a beast with no conscience left, only a thirst to punish, to fuck, and dominate.
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I stopped at the foot of the bed and reached for the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one by one. That’s when I noticed her eyes were closed.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
She flinched, then slowly opened them. Reluctant. Shy. She didn’t know what to expect… and that was exactly how I wanted it.
I undid the last button and shrugged the shirt off my shoulders.
Her gaze found my chest, cautious at first, then lingering. I saw the way her eyes roamed, caught the moment she forgot herself, and admired the hard lines of my body.
My hands moved to my pants. I unfastened the slack, unzipped, and tugged them down, along with my briefs.
Now I stood before her, completely naked.
My cock was hard, thick, and pointing directly at her.
That was what she did to me. Even now. Even after all my hatred, my fury… my body still craved her.
And I hadn’t even touched her properly.
But the look on her face… sheer panic as her eyes dropped to my length, then shot back up to meet mine, wide and wild with disbelief.
“Is… that going inside me?” she whispered, voice cracking, so small, so breakable.
She looked at my cock like she had just seen a monster, like the size of me might tear her apart. And maybe it would.
I knew I was big. I always have been. And yeah, this was her first time, but she couldn’t be that innocent. She had to have seen a cock at some point in her life.
Her reaction had to be an act to earn my mercy with trembling lips and teary eyes. Or maybe… it was real.
Either way, I wasn’t growing soft.
I stared down at my cock, hard and unapologetic, veins pulsing with need, as my hand wrapped around my shaft. I stroked it once, twice, watching it twitch, grow impossibly harder in my grip.
“Oh, sweet doll…” I murmured, voice dropping to a gravelly threat. “It’s not just going inside you.”
thick
I stepped closer, towering over her. “It’s going to stretch you wide open, you’ll feel me for days. You’ll walk around with the memory of my cock deep in your core, dripping down your thighs. You’ll cry from it, shake from it. And still… you’ll beg for more.”
Her breath hitched. “Oh…” she whispered, voice drenched in absolute terror now.
And for some twisted reason… that innocence, whether real or perfectly fake, only made me want her more.
“Now,” I commanded, backing up just slightly, giving her space to follow, “spread your legs for me.”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
