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I held his face and whispered. “We take tonight. We’ll give ourselves this one night, to be selfish, to give in to this crazy pull between us, and we start again tomorrow.”

He frowned at me. I didn’t know if he was confused, angry, upset… But he didn’t give me the chance to work it out. He thrust against me harder, hooking my legs around his hips again.

“If we’re giving ourselves tonight, then I guess we need to make it count.”

He lowered his head and kissed me, swallowing my gasps and moans of pleasure as he fucked me softly, slowly.

“Fuck, Rachel,” he whispered against my lips. “I’ve fucking missed this.”

“Me too. You’ve no idea how much.”

I lowered my hands to his ass and encouraged him to pound into me harder. He shook his head, kissing me again, and kept up the same, torturous pace.

I don’t know what was wrong with me. I wanted him hard and fast. I wanted him slow and sensual. I wanted everything, and I wanted it all at once.

Mainly, because I was scared we would never do this again. If this was the only night we were giving ourselves, I wanted everything.

But, all too quickly, I felt that ball of pleasure curl tighter and tighter. And I knew Dante felt it too when he answered with a groan as my pussy tensed around him. I knew he could feel my legs shaking around his waist, and I knew he was close by the way his kisses became sloppier and his breathing more ragged.

“Cum for me, Rachel. Comewithme,” he demanded, ever so slightly picking up the pace, angling his hips in such a way that he hit against my clit with every thrust. I tried to resist. I tried to hold back, to make this last as long as possible.

But it was too much.

Pleasure exploded behind my eyes as my orgasm rocked through my body. I tensed up around him, my nails raking down his back. He hissed in pain, just for a moment, before he joined me in paradise, his warm cum spilling inside me.

He sank to the bed next to me, hic cock never withdrawing as he pulled me onto my side and held me close.

Chapter 72

Rachel

Dante kept me awake most of the night, taking me in positions I didn’t think my body was capable of contorting into. Every time I thought we were done, he had another burst of energy, and who was I to say no?

I winced as I shuffled in my chair, muscles I hadn’t used in years—if ever—screaming in protest. Vienna noticed and smirked at me, but he didn’t say a word. We had barely spoken since the incident. Which is how I was now referring to our… thing.

The incident.

Ordinarily, Vienna would have made some snarky, inappropriate comment, and strangely enough, that’s the part I missed the most. Vienna was comic relief. He was a beacon of light in this place that was often dark and miserable. And it hurt to know I had lost that.

What made it worse, was I remembered how I had once argued with Dante and had mentioned Vienna. It was way back when he had first kidnapped me, and I told Dante that he could find me in Vienna’s bed. That he was a fine-looking man, whosurely knew how to ravage a woman to within an inch of her life. Something Dante had been incapable of doing.

I’m almost certain we both knew I was lying, however I had woken up from a dead sleep, clutching at my chest on the verge of a panic attack as that memory filtered into my dreams.

If I was remembering it, Dante sure as hell would remember if he was to ever find out. And then I’d be doubly fucked.

Shark coughed, bringing my attention back to the room. The noise sounded wet and painful, and I sat up, alarm bells ringing as I watched him struggle. I was choosing to ignore the way my inner thighs begged for me to sit still. “Are you okay, big guy?” I asked, and he nodded in return.

Something wasn’t right. The last time I had been here, they were both in much higher spirits than this. I realised that recovery wasn’t linear, and there would be ups and downs to come, but to have them both this down, at the same time, this quickly? It set my nerves on edge.

Jenna was due to arrive in the next hour or so, and hopefully she would be able to shed some light on their condition, because it was making me on edge.

I didn’t enjoy being on watch duty. Dante has instructed that there were always men guarding the room outside, and always one member of the club sat with them at all times. And I would have done it with or without his command… but I didn’t like being here on my own.

I knew logically that if anything was to happen, all I had to do was sound the alarm and nurses and doctors would come running. But my anxiety was screaming at me that I’d be nursing them solo. I had visions of me in a war zone, trying to staple Shark’s arm back on whilst using Vienna’s beard to plug a hole in his chest.

Lack of sleep was giving me a very vivid, if not unrealistic, and wild imagination.

“Do either of you need anything?” I asked, feeling utterly useless. They both stayed quiet.

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