Chapter 134 That is not going inside me
Glanna’s POV
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But the heat in his gaze made my knows week Mate we want to obey.
What is happening to me?
With trembling fingers, 1 loosened the belt of my robe and let it fall
His sharp inhale was audible across the room.
I stood there completely naked, feeling his eyes reke over every inch of my body. May breasts, my nipples aliady hand from the cool air and his gaze. The curve of my waist down to my hips. Between my legs, where was body wei
The intensity of his stare made my skin flush hot, made me want to cover myself and display myself all at once
“Peautiful.” The word came out rough. “Perfection. Now the bra.”
I reached for the champagne lace bra with shaking hands, fastening it around my chest. The delicate fabric barely coveted anything, my nipples visible through the sheer lace, dark and peaked.
Dante’s features hardened, but he said nothing and simply watched.
Next came the panties, barely–there scraps of lace that left almost nothing to the imagination. I could feel how we I already was as I slid them up my thighs, could feel the fabric immediately dampening
He’s going to know. He’s going to see,
Then the garter belt, the stockings, the suspenders dicking into place one by one, slowly, because some part of me enjoyed t Enjoyed his eyes on me and the power 1 held over him, even as he commanded me.
His eyes followed every movement, dark and hungry, like a wolf watching a lamb.
But I’m no lamb. And he knows it.
I reached for the dress, desperate for some coverage, when suddenly he was behind me. His hand closed around my wrist.
“Not so fast.” The words brushed against my ear, making me shiver. I could feel his erection pressing against my lower back through his slacks, hard and insistent.
I turned to face him, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “Why?”
“One more surprise.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small black box
frowned, “What’s that?”
He opened it to reveal something small and egg shaped. It looked like a remote controlled vibrator
My eyes widened “What what is that?”
His smile was wirked. “You’ll find out soon enough, tesoto ”
“Where does it go?” Even as I asked, heat pooled low in my belly because I already knew. And God help me, part of me wanted it.
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He chuckled darkly. “Deep inside that tight little virgin pussy.”
The crude words made me gasp, made wetness flood between my thighs.
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“Hell no,” I said, refusing outright. I stepped back, shaking my head even as my body betrayed me. “That’s not happening. I’m
not…”
“Yes, you are.” He advanced on me, wearing a mischievous grin. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice,
bella.”
“No, Dante, that is not going inside me…”
Before I could finish, he grabbed me, hoisting me over his shoulder in one swift motion.
“Dante!” I pounded on his back, my nails digging into the expensive fabric of his suit. He didn’t even flinch, just kept walking with me slung over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. The position made the lace panties ride up, the fabric pressing between my lips.
He only stopped when he reached the sofa. Then his hand came down hard on my ass.
Thwack.
I gasped, the sting mixing with a delicious sensation that made my clit throb.
“Behave, or I swear I’ll make you pay in ways you’ve never imagined. Ways that will have you begging, crying, screaming my
name.”
I breathed slowly, trying to calm my racing heart. “Mr. Domineering…”
He sat down, pulling me across his lap in one swift motion. My stomach pressed against his hard thighs, my ass in the air, the position utterly humiliating and arousing all at once.
I should hate this. Why don’t I hate this?
“Dante!” I tried to push up, but his hand pressed firmly on my lower back, holding me in place with ease.
“The hard way it is, tesoro.”
He hooked his fingers in my panties and slid them down to my knees. Cool air hit my exposed core, and I gasped.
“You’re going to learn, pretty doll.” His fingers trailed up my inner thigh, leaving fire in their wake. “When I give you a command, you obey. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Because I know what you need better than you do.”
His hand came down on my ass with a firm spank.
1 yelped, more from surprise than pain. The sting bloomed across my skin, radiating heat. And God help me, my clit throbbed in response, pulsing with desperate need.
This is wrong. This shouldn’t feel good.
But it did.
“Dante, you can’t spank me on our engagement night. That’s the most
Another spank, harder this time, cutting off my words and turning them into a strangled moan. The impact seat shockwaves through me, each one ending at my throbbing clit. I was getting wetter by the second, could feel it dripping down my thigh
“Say yes, tesoro.” His fingers traced dangerously close to my entrance, leasing. “Say you’ll be a good girl and take what I give you Say you’ll wear what I want, let me control you, let me own you tonigh
I bit my hip hard enough to taste copper, refusing to give in even as my body betrayed me. My hips shifted, seeking more of his touch, seeking friction.
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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.
