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Her eyes go wide. And for the first time it’s not fear I see in them. It’s intrigue. And then dismay. “I can’t use a gun. Or a knife, like Sophie.”

My smile turns wicked, and my arousal is starting to ache like a wound. I need to fuck her again. Hard. “It’s easier than you think. All you need is your mind.”

“Teach me then.”

I cup her face in my hands, searching her eyes. “You’re sure?”

Addy nods, her gaze unwavering. “I am. I don’t want to be helpless anymore. I want to be able to protect myself . . . and the people I love.”

“The people you love?” I tease back.

She nods. “You.”

A bone-deep joy spreads through me, warming me more than the sun ever could. Still with her legs wrapped around me, I stand up in the pool, water cascading off us. “Let’s go.”

“Now?” Addy asks, brows arched in surprise.

“Right fucking now, baby,” I growl, already walking us out of the pool.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Adele

“Dante . . . please,” I beg incoherently, my spread thighs tense and shaky with need, my moans drowned out by the strains of Vivaldi pouring from the speakers.

I’m sprawled on the floor of the gym, back arching off the soft carpet, my hands cupping my breasts and pinching hard on my nipples in a bid to relieve the ache building in my core.

The featherlight strokes of Dante’s tongue on my sensitive folds only stoke my lust. My hips rise eagerly against his mouth, a plea for more of him.

It’s been this way for the last three weeks. My early morning walks have been replaced with intense workout sessions with Dante. He spends half an hour pushing my body to its endurance limit, then the next hour teaching me to tackle him. By the time I’m at my wits’ end, he’ll show me a new skill. Something innocuous yet deadly.

A crushing swipe at the Adam’s apple. A jab into the eye or the angle of the jaw. Breaking the nasal bone just right. Targeting the intercostal spaces when stabbing at the heart with an ice pick. Anything could be a weapon, including my body. I’ve started to look at mundane things and see the deadliness in them.

By the time we’re done training, my mind is full of dark possibilities, and my body is overwhelmed with pent-up desire. Sometimes he fucks me in the shower, but most of the time, we don’t make it that far.

Like today.

My hand grows a mind of its own and starts to wander down my belly toward my neglected clit, only to freeze at Dante’s curt command.

“I told you to keep your hands on your breasts.” He raises his head to look at me, his eyes almost black with lust, lips glistening with my juices. Deliberately, his tongue darts out to slide across his full bottom lip. The sight of him this way is beyond provocation.

“Baby. Dante . . . please. I need—”

Before I can finish, Dante flips me over onto my belly, pulls me to my knees, and starts to spank me.

That . . . I needed that.

“Ah!” I cry out with each stinging blow. I can feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. He can, too, because he pauses, spanking me, and catches the wayward trickle with his tongue, then licks up from the middle of my thigh all the way back to my pussy.

Only he doesn’t stop there. His warm, wicked tongue continues until it reaches the pucker of my ass, and he starts to eat me there too.

My moans get louder as my pussy starts to clench in need. Shamelessly, I spread my shaky legs wider to give him more room. “Fuck,” I sigh. “Please more.”

“My dirty girl wants me in here, don’t you?”

“Yes, God, yes.”

Dante sinks his teeth into the soft round curve of my ass, making me jump and shiver. Then he gathers my wetness on his fingers and starts to stroke the tight bundle of nerves between my ass cheeks. My ass flowers open for him and he presses both fingers deep inside me.

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