Page 4 of De Luca: The Sinister Game

Dante grabs my arms and pins my hands against the wall above my head. “Let me make you feel good.”

I open my mouth to say no, but I don't fight him when he presses his lips to mine. Instead, I slide my tongue against his as he swallows my moans.

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Dante

Tasting her hasn’t squashed my obsession with her. If anything, it makes me more hungry for everything her body offers. Dropping one of my hands, I slide my fingers down her side until I reach her mostly bare thigh. I’m glad she chose this tiny dress tonight, but I don’t like that other men have seen her like this. I kick her feet further apart and reach under her black dress, press my fingers over her panties, pinch her clit, and she moans into my mouth. Pulling back from our kiss, I stare at her expression, wide eyes staring at me with confusion as I circle her clit with my thumb. I can read her like a dirty little book. She wants to run but can’t because she likes my touch. Natalia wants more and I’m prepared to give her everything.

“I can make you come so hard, but not here. Come with me.”

She gasps for breath like I’ve been cutting off her air. I have not.

“Just once, Dante. I told you I’m not dating you.”

I nod in agreement because I know something she doesn’t. Tonight, she’ll be ruined. If she found it hard to find men before, this will only worsen it. Even if I let any man who wants to touch her in the future live, they’d never measure up. I keep that information to myself because I’m not prepared to kidnap her yet.

“Go tell your friend you're leaving.”

I watch her closely while she goes to Talia and hugs her. I don’t miss how her friend's gaze sweeps down the length of my body. She’s pretty, but she’s not Natalia. I approach her and take her hand. “Let's go.”

“My car,” she exclaims out in a near panic.

“I’ll take care of it. Every need you have will be handled when you're with me.”

I escort her to my waiting vehicle; I open the back door and let her slide in before I join her and instruct my driver to go to the house.

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and fidgets with her fingers on her lap. Natalia is a bundle of anxiety. This isn’t news to me. I watch her enough to know she’s riddled with insecurity. She hides it quickly with a perfect smile for most people, but I don’t miss much. I didn’t need Benji to tell me she was a little lost and damaged. Like the predator I am, I saw the desperation in her a mile away. The one thing Natalia wants more than anything is to be accepted for the person she is, flaws and all. Isn’t that the case for all of us? She can’t see beyond the mafia connection. We are dangerous men, so she’s vowed to steer clear of my brother and me. If this little plan that Drake concocted doesn’t work, we will make it happen, forcefully.

I lean and scrape my teeth down her neck, “Relax, Sunshine. I’m going to take care of you. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

She instantly relaxes with a moan when I trail my tongue down her skin. I will not fuck her here in the backseat with my driver right in front of us, but I do plan to keep her warmed up to prevent her from unraveling and begging to go home, which I have no plans of allowing.

As predicted, she has second thoughts, “This is a bad idea. I’m sorry. I can’t.”

I take her face, “You can and you will, Sunshine. You’re going to be my good girl for tonight, and do exactly as you’re told.”

My cock is already stiff, but when she whimpers, I nearly lose control of myself. This is what I want. What I fucking need. Her. Every touch. Every sound. Every orgasm. Sliding my hands into her dark hair, I tilt her head back and gaze into her brown eyes. That’s what first drew me to her. If you’re paying attention, you can spot every emotion running through Natalia with a glance into her eyes. I get the feeling that most people ignore her. For the life of me, I can’t understand why.

CHAPTER 4

NATALIA

I knew this was a terrible idea the second I got into the car with Dante. There’s a reason I’ve turned him down so many times. Now, there’s no turning back as I sit in his lap, trapped in his web. His arms are wrapped around my waist, my body pulled tightly against his; I lay my head on his shoulder while his scent envelops me. I inhale the smell of spicy oranges and try to memorize it. It’s intoxicating.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs into my hair.

His words twist something in my chest as I wonder if he’d say that if he saw my sister. Every man I’ve ever dated ends up in bed with her and choosing her. I don’t think I’m ugly, but I’ve never been pretty enough to hold on to someone. Nicole stole my first boyfriend when I was fourteen. Perhaps she was behind on all these first dates that never turned into second ones.

“Stop,” he commands.

I lift my head and arch a questioning brow. “What?”

He smirks, “You’re overthinking things. Stop.”

I sigh and tell him, “This is how I am, Dante. I overthink. My anxiety controls me.”

Swiping his tongue across my closed lips, he groans, “I’ll be the one controlling you, Sunshine. When we tell you to come, you will. When we tell you not to, you won’t.”

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