Page 141 of Auctioned Innocence
“Yeah but they look so good on you.” His fingers grip my legs. “Knees up. Let me see you.”
I sigh, pulling my knees up until my heels are pressed to the table. I feel like I have a little more control this time in this position even though I’m on my back. My hips feel wider, like there’s more room for him to slide inside me, but my breath still feels like it’s being punched out of my lungs when he pushes in.
“Fuck, Dante.”
“Good girl,” he mumbles, pressing my thighs down, legs dangling off his shoulders. “So tight for me.”
And I am. I’m squeezing around him even when I try to relax my muscles. He fills every single space inside me, molding my pussy to the shape of his cock without even trying. He fucks me slow this time with long, even strokes, brushing against every sensitive spot inside me.
His thumb finds my clit, rubbing in soft circles as he bends low over me, his lips close to my ear. “Are you going to be good for me? Huh?”
“Yes,” I whine in response, pelvic muscles tensing. I’ll do just about anything he asks me so long as he keeps fucking me at this pace. Part of me wants him to move faster, to get me to the end quicker just in case Marco comes back in, but a larger part of melovesthis. I love how close we are, how intimate this is, the thrill of potentially getting caught, how I can feel every ridge of his cock and callous on his thumb.
It’s overwhelming, almost more so than any other time. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place while he moves inside me.
“You see that?” he asks me suddenly.
I push myself up on my elbows so I can see his face, shaking my head. The angle has him rubbing harder against my G-spot, pushing firmly against my cervix. Moving his hand up to my hip, he caresses my stomach, drawing a line down my belly button with two fingers, pressing firmly. I gasp, my head tipping back onto the table again.
Dante tuts, “No, Sofia, back up,” and snakes his hand into my hair, pulling my head back to force me to look at our joined bodies.
“Look at that,” he says to me roughly. “Look at how I’m fucking you.”
And I see it. His thick, hard cock sliding in and out of me, slick and glistening with my juices. I groan and close my eyes, inadvertently squeezing my muscles at the same time. Dante curses as I do and his pace quickens, rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts.
“I wanna come,” I moan, eyes once again locked on his cock moving inside me. “Ohfuck, I want to come so bad.”
Dante chuckles, gripping my hair tighter and pressing his forehead against mine. We breathe heavily against each other as he nods his head. “You don’t need to ask for my permission. You can come whenever you want.”
I’ve never needed his permission, but my body seems to take his words quite seriously and I devolve into a full body shudder, my orgasm sneaking up on me without warning. There’s no inflating ball of pressure in my belly, no gradual stretch in my calves. It’s just an explosion of pleasure in my pussy, my vision basically going black.
I can feel Dante still fucking into me, harder and faster, but my eyes remain closed while his hips stutter against mine.
“Good girl,” he rasps beside my ear, hips still grinding against mine. “So good for me—fuck.”
His hips stutter, slapping faster against mine, a sign of his own impending orgasm. He ruts into me a few more times before groaning loudly near my ear and sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
The only sound in the room is our panting while he grinds his hips against mine. My body feels limp, my mind in a comfortable fog as I focus on the feeling of his skin against my skin.
As he comes down from his high, I see the moment he accepts what has to happen.
“I can’t lose you,” he says roughly, his forehead pressed against mine.
“You won’t.” I cup his face, seeing the fear and love warring in his gray eyes. “But I need you to trust me. To let me finish this.”
His hands frame my face. “I always trust you.”
We dress quickly, masks sliding back into place, though his touch lingers on my skin like a promise for later.
I pull up what intelligence I can gather about Lorenzo’s current location from his communications. “According to hismessages, he’s moved operations to an abandoned warehouse in the industrial district. I don’t have building schematics yet, but I can see from his coordination texts that it’s a temporary setup—not as sophisticated as his old facility.”
“How do we know he’s actually there?” Marco asks, returning with fresh coffee and updated casualty reports.
“Because I’m going to make him think he’s won.” I start typing rapidly, accessing Lorenzo’s communication networks. “I’m going to send him exactly what he wants to hear—a message saying I’m coming to surrender, to trade myself for our family’s safety.”
“Then think about this.” Dante hands me a tablet showing real-time surveillance feeds he’s accessed through our captured intelligence. “Security footage from his new facility. Thirty minutes ago.”
Lorenzo walks through sterile hallways, inspecting preparations for what appears to be a hasty but functional setup. His confidence is evident in every gesture, every smile. He really believes tonight’s attack succeeded in breaking us.
