Page 91 of Toxic Love

A raw, broken moan rips from her throat.

“Please…” she chokes.

“That’s a good rehearsal. But for the actual performance, you’ll be on your knees with your pretty lips wrapped around my dick when you say your line. Now, stop trying to fight it and come on my fucking fingers like the greedy little girl you are.”

My finger sinks into her ass just as I stroke against her g-spot and grind her clit mercilessly. With a cry, Tempest suddenly grips my wrist, her nails digging into me. A moan rips from her lips as she drops her head back, her body twisting and shuddering, her legs almost buckling as she sags against me.

My hand slips into her hair, tangling it in a fist. I let her down slowly, her shaky legs giving way as she drops to her knees, looking up at me with fire in her eyes.

“You want to play husband and wife, little hurricane?” I growl darkly, undoing my belt. “Start by showing me what a good little wife you can be.”

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The spark explodesthrough my body when he opens his pants and pulls out his cock.

Holy.Fuck.

I mean, I’ve seen him before. And I’ve certainlyfelthim. But somehow, being on my knees, in the opulent private room, with the lights low and the flames flickering in the firelight, it’s something different. When Dante pulls his swollen dick out of his pants, my jaw almost hits the carpet right next to my knees.

The man ishuge.

Muscled abs lead to the hard grooves of his hips and those “V” lines that point directly down to his thick shaft. His cock hangs heavy and swollen between his legs—already massive but clearly not even fully hard yet. I swallow and my eyes lock on the clear drop of precum at the thick head.

Dante reaches down, slips the mask from my face, and lets it drop behind me.

“I thought wearing it was in the rules—” I whisper hoarsely, my pulse racing.

“Yes, because you’resoconcerned with rules,” he murmurs, pulling the wig off and tossing that aside too as my dark hair tumbles free. My skin throbs when he grabs my jaw and tilts my eyes up to his. “Well?”

Fuck.

It’s like the other day at Ginevra’s shop all over again: the loss of control, being helpless and at his mercy. Being dominated by him and being so eager to be used by him.

All of this should send me spiraling. But when Dante looks at me like this, and talks to me like this, andtouchesme like this, I don’t get shoved back into that black place in my mind I went all those years ago.

I get freed from it.

The growl in his tone, the possessive way he grabs me and wrestles all control from me, is one of the biggest reasons I’ve been craving sex with him since that first time. It’s the release and the mind-blowing orgasms, too. But it also runs deeper than that.

He’s not just freeing my dopamine and inhibitions. He’s freeing my past from the claws that hold it there.

So when he lifts my chin and locks his eyes with mine and says “Well?”, I know exactly what he means, and it sends a zap of desire exploding through my core.

“So get on your fucking knees and say please…”

“Please,” I whimper in a choked voice, looking up at him.

“Please,what.”

Desire pools between my thighs.

“Please let me suck your cock!”

Fuck me. Saying it gets me even more turned on. I can feel the heat and the slickness coating my thighs as his cock thickens right in front of my face. I reach for him, shivering when my fingers curl around his shaft. It feels like silk covering steel, and my skin tingles as I stroke him.

I lean in and swipe my tongue over the swollen head, tasting his salty sweetness.

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