Page 117 of Auctioned Innocence
In and out. In and out.
My mind shuts down completely and my body commandeers total control. I feel his smile when I start moving with him, riding him. It feels so fucking amazing, better than anything I’ve experienced before. I can’t help the strangled moan that rises from the back of my throat as he overwhelms me with his quickening thrusts and lips.
Dante speaks into my ear in that hoarse voice that drags me closer and closer to the edge. “You’re so wet, you’re not going to make it, are you?”
I nearly lose it but manage to hold on. With my legs wrapped tighter around his body, I meet his thrusts almost frantically. I can’t seriously even think right now. I just need him to keep moving…just…like…that.
“You feel so good,” Dante moans before he bites down on my neck and slams into me. Hard. I cry out as I continue to meet his thrusts. He’s shaking and moaning my name against my neck. No matter how hard I try to hold on, I can’t stop this orgasm if I tried—and I certainly don’t want to. I can’t stand upright much longer, my legs shake hard as my moans increase in volume. Dante feels it. He feels me waver, feels me tighten around him, and literally picks me up. His arms are under my knees and his hands are cupping my ass.
Just when I think he can’t fuck me any harder—or better—he does. My legs flop helplessly until I hook them around his waist. I close my eyes, biting my lip, trying desperately to hold on just a little bit longer.
Fingers touch my chin, lifting my face so I’m staring into his warm eyes. “That better?” His voice is thick and deep and does nothing to slow down the inevitable. “Good?”
I nod because it’s all I can really do now. Good? Well, wait…good doesn’t even comecloseto describing just how fantastic and uninhibited I feel now, but I’m well past being able to form logical thoughts and going into detailed explanations. I continue to nod even though he’s no longer asking questions.
I feel it coming.
Dante feels it too and begins to fuck me mercilessly, moaning uncontrollably. It’s coming quick, too quick—my fingers have a mind of their own. They scrape down his back in an effort to—I don’t know. I feel myself clamping hard around him. Hissing, he’s groaning like crazy, repeating “shit, yes,” as he rams into me.
I rake his back again. I do it hard, then lightly, then hard again and he’s grinding against me, into me. It’s fierce, so intense that I have tears in my eyes.
Our eyes lock and I know it’s going to be over soon.
He’s trembling so damn hard for a second I think we’re going to fall. I don’t care. Six rough and frenzied thrusts later and I’m plummeting over the edge, yelling his name, shaking in his arms, gripping, andclawingat him as I ride the most intense wave of my life. Two more and he’s right behind me, yelling, shaking, and burying himself deep inside as he clings to me just as tight.
My heart won’t stop racing. Breathing is a chore. I feel weak, wonderful, and I ache all over. I don’t know how he finds strength, but he sits us on the floor. I relax against his racing chest as he continues to twitch inside of me. His lips find mine and his kisses calm me. They’re so soft and tender.
“So this contact of yours,” I start, then stop. “Tell me about him. Or her.”
He’s quiet for a long moment, fingers tracing patterns on my back. “He’s someone I’ve cultivated over the years. Deep cover, old school. Has connections throughout the Council families. When I told him about the pattern in Mario’s intelligence, he said he knew who it was.”
“And he knows who’s betraying us?”
“He knows something.” Dante’s voice hardens. “Says the pattern in Mario’s intelligence points to someone specific. Someone who’s been feeding Viktor and Dominic information for months.”
My stomach plummets as I think about the detailed security breach timeline in Mario’s files. “Someone who would have known about Elena too.”
“Yes.” His arms tighten around me. “Someone who’s been playing a very long game.”
I think about the Council meetings I’ve heard about from my father and Marco. The family friends who’ve known me since childhood. Who knew about my computer skills, my patterns, exactly when I’d be alone that night.
“We go together,” I say firmly. “No more lone wolf bullshit.”
He studies my face for a long moment. “You’re going to do this with or without me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” I kiss him softly. “But I’d rather do it with you.”
His laugh is resigned. “Fine. But we do this smart. No unnecessary risks.”
“Deal.” I settle back against him, mind already working through the patterns in Mario’s intelligence. “What time’s the meeting?”
“Midnight. Neutral ground in Brooklyn.”
Perfect. Just enough time for what I need to do.
Because looking at the detailed timeline and patterns in Mario’s files, I have a terrible feeling I know exactly who thetraitor is. Someone who’s had access to everything. Someone we all trusted.
And tonight, one way or another, we’re going to get proof.
