Page 812 of One More Kiss

Dante spoke. “By the bar, on the left. Glasses.”

The waiter nodded. “You got it, boss.”

It all happened so quickly. It was like an orchestrated play. As Dante held me swaying in his arms, a waiter approached Mr. Mourelli and then, seemingly by accident, spilled a glass of champagne down the front of his tuxedo. Another waitstaff member and a man in a tuxedo rushed forward, presumably to help. As they circled Mr. Mourelli, they pushed him a few steps backward. Another man swung open a side door to the ballroom, which led directly outside. They swept Mr. Mourelli over the threshold and into the night. There was no cry of warning, no shout of objection. Nothing. One moment, he was there. The next, he was gone. And no one even noticed.

The song finished, and Dante’s warm hand put gentle pressure on my lower back as he escorted me off the dance floor and out of the ballroom.

We didn’t speak, riding the elevator back up to the room in silence.

My heart was pounding so hard and loud, I swore he must have heard it too.

Would he kill me now?

Maybe he would just let me change back into my ruined sundress and let me go back to my boring, lonely life.

He unlocked the hotel room door and gestured for me to go first. A frisson of fear raced down my spine, knowing he was behind me. Inhaling a shaky breath, I tried to keep the panic from my voice as I attempted to unfasten the diamond necklace. “I should return this to you.”

Dante swung my body violently around and pushed me against the wall.

I opened my mouth to scream.

His lips crashed down on mine.

He tore at my dress. Pulling the straps off my shoulders, he yanked the dress down over my hips till it fell to the floor, leaving me in only a black lace bra, lace panties, and my silver strap high heels. Crouching, he placed his hands under my knees and lifted me up. His hips pressed against my core, pinning me between the wall and his hard flesh. His mouth devoured mine. My fingers drove into his dark wavy hair, giving in to his violent passion.

It was wrong and terribly dangerous, but for once in my life I was going to throw caution to the wind and allow myself to be swept away.

He fisted the lace cup of my bra and pulled it down, exposing one pink nipple. Breaking our kiss, he leaned down and latched onto my breast, sucking hard. I cried out in pleasurable pain.

Wrapping his left arm around my lower back, he swung both of our bodies around and dropped me in the center of the bed. His tall frame towered over me, half hidden in the shadows in the dimly lit room. He shrugged out of his jacket and pulled off his tuxedo bow tie. My breathing was heavy as he flicked the buttons of his shirt open just enough to pull it over his head, exposing a chiseled chest with a dusting of black hair.

His large hands went to his belt buckle as he kicked off his shoes.

Memories of the size of his cock from earlier in the car had me frozen in terror. “Wait.”

He whipped the belt off and lowered his zipper, pulling his massive cock free. “No.”

His body lowered over mine, crushing me deeper into the mattress with his weight. His fingers slipped into my panties, where he found my slick heat. There was no point in denying I wanted this, wanted him. Reason and logic had nothing to do with it.

It was only about him.

I was drawn to his darkness.

If I got burned, then so be it.

At least I would perish from Dante’s fire.

The sound of fabric tearing mixed with our harsh breathing as he tossed my ruined panties to the side. Leaning up on his forearm, he lowered his other arm and grasped his cock. He ran the tip between my pussy lips, coating it with my arousal.

He lowered his head and flicked his tongue over my open lips. “I won’t be gentle.”

It was a warning and a threat.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Take me, Dante.”

He thrust in deep, filling and shattering me at the same time.

My body arched up as I clawed at his back. “Oh God, it hurts.”

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