Page 54 of Pain and Pleasure

“So fucking bad!” I cry out, slamming my hips down onto his as he fucks me back with equal measure.

I’m to the point of bursting when he lifts one hand from my ass to my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my face to his, our lips a breath away.

“Tell me how much you love me,” he growls and I come instantly, my pussy fluttering and erupting around his pounding cock.

“More than my own life!” I cry out, tears springing to my eyes as he licks them away.

I feel his cock harden even more, swelling inside of me before erupting. He growls out his orgasm as his come fills me up, making me break apart for a third time around him. He holds me through it all. Until my head falls against his chest. Until our breathing slows and our bodies stop trembling. He brushes my hair away from my face, planting a soft kiss on my ear, whispering into it.

“Mi amor, mi corazón.”My love, my heart.

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I’m brushing out my tangled hair as Dante unpacks our belongings.

It’s just past four in the afternoon. We’ve spent most of the day in our room, switching from bathing to fucking, to napping to fucking, to bathing and fucking once again. My body is deliciously sore and my buzz from this morning is gone. He’s promised me a night on the town, since the next couple of days have been booked for relaxing and spa treatments. He has an entire itinerary dedicated to easing my stress.

I grab some of my clothes, a pair of white, silk lingerie and a red dress. As soon as I turn on my heel to change in the bathroom, Dante snatches the dress out of my hands.

"Is there a problem?" I ask and he shrugs.

He puts the red dress back on the bed and hands me the white, silk floor length dress with the slit up the thigh. It plunges delicately at my breasts and has thin straps with no back.

"I like this one," is all he says.

I smile at him. Most women would find it misogynistic, a man dictating what she should or should not wear, but I find it endearing. I like to please Dante, especially when it comes to the clothes on my body. I like it because it means he'll look at me longer. And the longer he looks at me the quicker I can get him to bed. I know that sounds ridiculous, but getting Dante to bed has become my new favorite activity.

I grabbed the dress and lingerie and head to the bathroom. After I'm done applying a simple makeup look and straightening my hair, I dress in my garments and slip on a pair of white strappy heels. As I emerge from the bathroom, I lock eyes with Dante. There's a heat in his gaze that warms me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

"Gira para mi bebé."Spin for me baby.

I oblige and spin slowly, but he orders me to stop suddenly, my back now facing him. He approaches me slowly. I hear the click of his leather shoes against the hardwood floor. I feel his breath on the back of my neck, his rough fingers gently moving my hair to the side so he can get a full view of my back. The dress stops at the top of my butt, giving a full view of my entire back.

His fingers move from my hair down the length of my spine, chills erupting across my skin.

"Perfection. A true angel," he whispers hoarsely, and I cringe.

"I'm anything but an angel, Dante. I killed a man just days ago," I remind him, but his fingers don't leave my skin.

"You killed a monster that was going to kill you," he says, matter-of-factly.

I face him and get lost in his amber eyes. They are so bright today, bewildering and captivating. I put each of my palms in the sides of his cheeks and stand on my toes to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. He seizes the opportunity and attacks my mouth in a passionate fusion. I all but moan as his hands grope and fondle me, his kiss getting deeper by the second.

A knock sounds at the door and I groan as he pulls away.

"The limo’s waiting, sir," Benjamin says on the other side.

Dante grabs my hand and walks me to the door, kissing me one last time before he opens it and lets Benjamin escort us to the elevator.

The limo ride is short. We arrive at a casino that's lit with a million lights. My eyes are taking everything, and Dante leads us inside. We are then seated at a table inside of the restaurant, saving the gambling for after. Andres is not with us tonight, apparently he's been gambling since this morning and hasn't stopped. Benjamin takes a seat at the bar and keeps a close eye on us, all the while allowing Dante and I to have some space and much needed quiet time.

Dante sits next to me in a velvet booth, ordering us a bottle of champagne as soon as the waiter greets us. He comes back with an expensive looking bottle and glasses. Dante pours and we just sit and drink, soaking and reveling in each other's presence.

After an hour of idle chatter, I go to pour another glass, but realize the bottle is empty. Dante had only had a couple of glasses, but I lost count after my third. I feel incredible buzzy and happy. I can't stop my hands from rubbing up and down his leg like a cat as I practically purr into his neck.

He kisses me slowly, sweetly as we sit. He orders us scallops and feeds me with his fingers. I swear, I have never felt more arousal than I do right now.

"Let's go back to our hotel," I whisper, attempting to sound seductive but my speech is slightly slurred.

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