Page 89 of Bound in Debt
“When this is all over,” he promises softly, “I’m going to take you to Paris and we’re going to get you settled in.”
I start to shake my head back and forth. “You don’t have?—”
“I want to,” he interjects, weaving his fingers into the hair at the back of my skull, cradling my neck as he begins to piston into me harder. “I want to make sure you’re set. Make sure you get to leave this life behind, this speed bump, and live your dreams the way you want.”
“I…might still be in school.”
“You’re smart enough, princess. We might need to move if things don’t work out the way I want them to. We’re not going to dick around if Lombardi decides to change the terms. I have people in Europe that will help us if need be.”
“Let’s just get this over with, Dante,” I reply. “I’m not ready to make a full international move yet.”
He lifts a brow. “Do you trust me?”
Kinda.
Dante hasn’t steered me wrong just yet. But this is my life, and it seems like every few hours it changes and shifts to the point of being unrecognizable. Ellie was supposed to come with me. Paris was supposed to be ours. Now I’m talking about ditching her to chase adventure with my secret husband.
“Alright,” Dante concedes, drawing his hand from the back of my neck and around to the front, placing his palm over my throat. “Let’s try this then.”
His fingers clamp down, restricting my air as he presses forward. My lips part in a shocked gasp, the intensity of his thrusts and my need for breath sending my heart racing. He strokes deeper, and the angle is new, different from when I was on top of him. I can feel myself getting impossibly wet as my clit swells and suddenly I’m back on the edge of the best orgasm of my life.
Dante glances down between us, staring hard at my pussy, and he transforms into a man consumed by the task of fucking me. “Such a good girl, princess. I think I’ve changed my mind…” His intense eyes flick back to mine. “I might be the one who takes your ass after all.”
My cunt seizes, and he groans, his jaw tightening as his free hand moves from the desk to grip my hip, pinning me in place while he snaps his hips furiously.
“You’re going to like it,” he promises me. “And when I take your ass the first time, I might just try it when you’re least expecting it.”
I don’t know why that threat is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, or why it’s ratcheted my libido up another notch, but I feel another wave of moisture flood my pussy. The slick sounds of our fucking are a pornographic symphony, one Dante clearly appreciates because his hold on my throat tightens. The additional pressure makes it harder to draw in a deep breath.
However, I’m not scared.
No, I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. There’s no room for fear or shame, just raw lust.
“Where do you want my come?” he asks roughly, earning himself a little mewl of pleasure.
I let my fingers drift to my swollen clit, unable to speak with his hand gripping my airway, and I shudder in response to Dante’s growl of appreciation.
“I want you to coat my cock, princess. Let me mark you and I’ll wear you on me.”
My body practically melts into a puddle on the desk while Dante continues to fuck me like he’s trying to make sure I never forget the shape of his cock. I’m falling over the edge of control, ready to promise him whatever he wants.
“Harder,” I practically beg, running the tip of my index finger slowly around my clit as I pull one leg up, setting my heel on the edge of the desk. I’m at his mercy and I’ll give him every bit of access I can. “Make this feel real.”
A real marriage.
A real team.
A real promise that you just made about keeping me safe and secure.
All my cards are laid out and all my chips are on Dante. My entire existence, my chance at any happiness, depends on the man I used to admire as one of the greatest violinists alive. A man who hated my guts from the moment he met me. Now I’m his legal spouse.
His responsibility.
Dante’s mouth slams into mine. His teeth bite into my bottom lip next and he soothes the sting with his tongue before thrusting into my mouth to match the rhythm he’s set with his hips.
It feels real.
All of it.
