Dante: Chapter 31

I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised when I went to bed to find that Kat wasn’t in our room. I guess, I deserved it after she saw me with that woman downstairs. Nothing happened, and it was never going to, but I let her think that it was.

I bang on the door of the guestroom where she used to sleep. “Let me in, Kat, or I will break this goddamn door down,” I shout.

“Go to hell,” she shouts back.

Fuck me, this woman is going to put me in an early grave. Using my shoulder, I drive against the door with all my weight and the wood around the lock splinters allowing me to step inside.

“Dante! What the hell?” she yells, jumping up and glaring at me.

“What the fuck are you doing in here? Did I give you permission to sleep anywhere other than my bed?” I advance on her.

“Permission?” she hisses as she pushes onto her tiptoes, her entire body vibrating with rage. “You think I need your permission to do anything.”

“No, you need my permission to do everything, kitten. Now get your ass to bed or I will carry you there myself.”

“Like hell you will,” she retorts, her nostrils flaring as she stares me down. I haven’t seen this side of her in weeks, and it makes my cock ache with the memories of all the things I’ve done to her beautiful body. Why her smart mouth gets me so worked up, I don’t know, but I am a whisper away from fucking her where she stands.

“You think I would share a bed with you after you’ve been downstairs doing God knows what with those women?” she screeches.

There’s my feral little kitten. And damn, jealousy looks good on her.

I drop my head so I can lean closer to her. Pressing my lips against her ear and making her shiver in response. “Now, Kat. Do not make me ask you again.”

“Or what?” she challenges me. Her eyes narrowed and her jaw titled in defiance.

I can’t stand the tension any longer. My need for her burns through my veins like it’s my lifeblood. I’ve tried to stay away from her. To give her some space after what I did to her. I could have killed her and our baby and the weight of that will never be easy to carry, but I can’t hold back any longer. I need her like I need air. She gasps when I push her down onto the bed, crawling over her. I wedge my knee between her thighs, spreading them open for me.

She pummels her fists against my chest so I take her wrists and pin them above her head.

“Get off me,” she hisses. “I hate you.”

“You keep telling me that, kitten, but I don’t buy it.” I run my teeth over the soft skin of her neck, and she moans softly, almost inaudibly, but I heard it and it spurs me on.

“You’re an animal.”

“I know,” I laugh darkly as I pin her wrists with one hand so that I can touch her. My hand glides along the side of her body over her t-shirt, over her ribs and the curve of her hip until I reach the bare skin of her thigh.

“Don’t,” she whispers, even as she grinds her pussy on my hard cock.

“Are you already wet for me?”

Fire flashes in her eyes. Anger mixed with a desire that matches my own. Slipping my hand between her thighs, my fingertips brush over panties. Right over the wet patch of fabric.

“Just like I thought,” I growl as I start to unfasten my belt.

“Dante, don’t,” she pants, wriggling beneath me as I work to open my zipper.

But I’m frantic for her, blinded by a desperate need to be buried deep inside her cunt because it’s been too long since I felt her. Gripping my shaft in my hand, I push her t-shirt up as I nestle between her thighs.

She bucks her hips, rubbing herself against me, or is she trying to throw me off?

“Dante! No!” she cries, and I realize it’s the latter.

I push myself up onto my forearm and study her face.

“The baby. It could hurt the baby,” she whispers.

I frown at her. Is she expecting me to buy the fact that she actually believes that? She’s a goddamn nurse, for fuck’s sake. “Us fucking doesn’t hurt the baby, Kat.”

“I know, but if you…” she licks her lip as tears fill her eyes. “If you were with those women downstairs, you could have caught something… an STI. And that could harm the baby.”

I swallow hard. I guess this is my own fault. Because that’s what I wanted her to think, right? I wanted to hurt her the way she hurt me when she tried to leave.

I slip my hand between her thighs again, tugging her panties to the side and dragging my pointer and middle fingers through her wet folds.

“No. You don’t get to do that if you were with that woman,” she whimpers.

I release her wrists and hold myself up on my forearm as my fingers circle the entrance of her tight pussy — my heaven on earth. “Since the day I met you, Kat, there has been no one but you.”

She blinks in surprise. “But —’

“Those women were here for a party. It was Mitch’s birthday yesterday and I figured they all deserved to blow off some steam after the few weeks they’ve had. So I arranged for them to meet the women here before they went to a club. I showed that woman into the room, had a quick drink with my men, and then they left.”

“You had your hand on her ass,” she hisses.

“No. I had my hand on her back.”

“It looked like her ass from where I was standing.”

“I assure you, I have no interest in anyone’s ass but yours.”

“S-so, you didn’t?”

“There is only you, kitten,” I tell her, pressing my lips over her neck and inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent. Then I sink two fingers inside her and her walls clench around me.

“Dante,” she says my name on a breathy moan, and it makes me even more desperate for her.

“It’s been far too long since I made you come.”

“I know,” she whispers, rocking her hips, and I drive deeper inside her, rubbing her clit with my thumb.

“I missed this, Kat,” I growl, sealing my lips over hers. She opens her mouth, allowing me to slip my tongue inside and taste her as I nudge her thighs wider apart with my knee.

I kiss her and finger-fuck her until her soft moans turn to desperate whimpers full of need and longing. My cock pulses with need, but I can’t stop yet. She’s on the edge, and I have missed the feeling of her coming apart around me. Her slick juices are running down my fingers as I work her into a frenzy. She claws at my skin, desperate for me to give her some release, but I hold back, drawing out her pleasure as long as I can because I need her desperate and wet and moaning my name.

When I break our kiss, she gasps for air.

“You’re soaking, Kat,” I whisper in her ear. “So ready for my cock to fill you, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Dante.”

“Who owns you?”

Her walls clench around my fingers and her back arches in pleasure as her orgasm rocks her to her core. “You,” she cries out as I go on rubbing, massaging her sensitive flesh until the last tremors have rippled through her body.

When I pull my fingers out of her, they are slick with her release. I hold them up to her. “You see that? You see how much your cunt loves me?”

“You’re an asshole,” she pants, but there is a wicked grin on her face.

“You ever tasted yourself, kitten?”

Her cheeks flash with heat. “No.”

I bring my fingers to her mouth. “Open,” I command, and she parts her full pink lips, allowing me to push my fingers inside. “Now suck.”

I keep my eyes fixed on hers as she sucks, swirling her tongue over the pads of my fingers. When I pull them out a few seconds later, there is a string of spit from her lips to my fingers, and it might be the hottest thing I ever saw.

She runs her tongue over her lower lip, cleaning herself up.

“You see how good you taste? You know now why I’m addicted to your hot little cunt and how fucking difficult it’s been to stay out of you these past weeks?”

“You seemed to be handling it just fine,” she retorts.

I arch an eyebrow at her. “Still pissed at me? How about I fuck that attitude out of you?”

“Huh,” she snorts. “You could try.”

“Oh, I do enjoy a challenge,” I growl as I push myself up to my knees and reach for her panties. Fisting my hands in the soft cotton, I tear them in half so her pussy is completely exposed to me.

“Was that really necessary?” She sighs.

I hover over her, pushing her thighs apart with my own as I line my cock at her entrance. “Yes.”

“Dante,” she hisses out on a breath when I slam inside her.

“I’m not even halfway in yet. You sure you want me to try and fuck that bad attitude out of you?”

She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she stares into my eyes and there is so much defiance in them that it makes my balls draw up into my stomach. “I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of nailing you to this bed.” I roll my hips, thrusting all the way inside her.

“Oh God,” she cries out, her arms wrapping around my neck as she clings onto me while I fuck her hard enough that we will both forget all of the tension and the hurt of the past few weeks. At least for now anyway.

“You’re definitely calling out the wrong name, kitten,” I say before dropping my head and sucking one of her hard, pebbled nipples into my mouth through her t-shirt. I bite gently, and she whimpers as her back bows and her pussy ripples around my cock.

“Of course. I forgot you’re the devil,” she purrs.

I look up at her, my face inches from hers as she narrows her dark blue eyes at me. “Your devil, Kat.” Taking hold of her hands, I lace my fingers through hers and pin them above her head. “But if you hold still and wrap those legs around my waist, I’ll take you to see that other guy too.”