Page 48 of Pain and Pleasure

"Easy, mi ciela. Just relax against me," he murmurs against my lips.

"Touch yourself," he says darkly and I let my hand slide to my clit, massaging it slowly as his finger stretches deeper into that forbidden place.

He rubs in and out at a leisurely pace, my pulse quickening as a tightening pulls in my stomach. I can't believe this feels good. It shouldn't, but it feels fucking wonderful. And it's all because of him.

"Fuck me there," I say and his eyebrows raise, but his eyes darken.

"Fuck you where?" he teases me.

Please don't make me say it.

He pauses suddenly, his cock and fingers frozen inside me. I grind against him, desperate for more friction and movement. After several moments of pause, I grow frustrated.

"Please," I beg and he licks at my lips.

"Please what, Esmeralda?" he asks.

I throw my head back and groan out loud, his lips now at my throat.

"Fuck me. In my ass, Dante. Please." I beg out, sounding desperate.

He immediately sets me down and spins me around, my breasts plastered against the wet shower wall. He kicks my legs open, one hand on my hip as the other stretches around to rub my clit. I wiggle my ass against him and he moans at the back of my neck as he pushes the tip of his cock around my ring of muscle.

"Eres mi perdición."You are my undoing, he says before pushing his cock past the right ring and drives into my body.

He rubs at my clit in slow, soothing circles as he fucks my ass at a languid pace. My pulse thumps loudly against my throat and I moan against the shower wall. He kisses and licks at my neck as he fucks me to the point of madness.

I feel an orgasm brewing inside of my core, but this one feels different. It feels deep and foreign, but I welcome it nonetheless. He's pushed up all the way into me, his fingers rubbing against my clit furiously as I come hard and long around him. He shouts against my neck before pulling out and coming all over my back.

I feel him breathe heavily against my shoulders before raining kisses down on me. He spins me slowly back around to face him, his lips kissing me slowly. We lose ourselves in this kiss, soaking up one another. After several long and unhurried minutes, he pulls away from me and washes both my body and hair before rinsing himself off.

We step out of the shower, and he towels us off in silence before sitting me down to brush my hair. He dresses me in one of his shirts. It's large and white and covers my thighs, but it smells like him. He dresses in a black t-shirt and slacks before turning to me.

"Do you even own sweatpants?" I ask playfully and he looks at me as if I have three heads.

"Those exist?" he quips back, winking at me.

"Come, you haven't eaten and I'm starving. Javier has leftovers." He grabs my hand and pulls me out of his room and towards the kitchen.

As soon as we reach the dining hall, Dante freezes. I hear chatter and laughter echoing out of the corridor and I frown in confusion. It's probably just Ricky and my mom, I don't know why he's acting like a cat with raised hairs right now. It isn't until we step in, that I see the reason why his guard is raised.

Seated causally at the dining table, with cigars in hand, is Dante's brother and business partners. They spot me with him, my hair soaking Dante's white shirt that clings to me, their gazes landing on our entwined hands, but instead of letting me go, Dante grips my hand tighter.

My eyes wander from the men to the small and beautiful woman sitting next to Dante's brother. She looks about my age, maybe a few years older. Her hair is long and dark, with a few caramel highlights scattered throughout. Her golden eyes land on mine and there's a spitefulness in them. It confuses me deeply, but I can't help but feel even more intimidated under the stares of Dante's men.

"So glad you decided to join us, little brother. And Esmeralda, always a pleasure to see you. Please, sit down," Dante's brother commands.

Dante looks at me from the corner of his eye, offering me a small smile that does nothing to calm me. He walks me to the dining table, sitting next to me but across from everyone else. The women eyes us the entire time and I feel a blush creeping to my cheeks.

"It's good to see you again, brother," she all but hisses out.

They all stare us down and I feel a wave of nausea hit my stomach and climb up my throat, but I hold it back. My hand tightens around Dante's as we face his family together, truly for the first time.

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Esmeralda

Ever since Danteand I sat down at the dining table with his unannounced family and partners, it's been eerily quiet.

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