Dance with the Devil: Chapter 16

Oh fuck.

I gasp as I fall face first onto the hotel room bed, and when Dante’s warm hands grip my hips, I whimper at the possessive way he holds me. Expecting to feel him drive into me, I stiffen when I hear him shift his head down to between my legs, feeling his hot breath near my opening.

“You don’t—we just—the smell⁠—”

He purrs from behind me—a low, steady, rumbling sound. “Do you think I care? If I want to eat your pussy, I want it to taste like a pussy. And we taste so fucking good together.”

Before I can fully digest his words, his tongue slides down my slit.

Holy fuck.

My arousal crystallizes into something sweet and agonizingly perfect as my whole body begins to shake. I’m still sensitive from coming, but Dante doesn’t care. He adds a finger, pushing his cum back inside of me as my muscles jump and twitch. Goosebumps erupt along my skin, and I let my eyes fall closed as he works another finger inside of me. I’m so far gone with the feeling of his tongue from that angle and his rough, calloused fingers inside of me that it takes me a second to ascertain what he’s muttering against my vulva in a deep, low tenor.

“Such a good fucking girl. So ripe for me. You take my cum so well. That’s it, suck it back up. I want you pregnant before the week is up.”

I gasp at the last line, feeling my body go still as he continues to play with me.

“What?” I ask, feeling dizzy with something close to… pleasure? Satisfaction?

What the hell is happening?

“No more pretending,” he murmurs, inserting another finger inside of me. His free hand grips my left hip and his nails claw into my skin. “No more lies.” He slows down, and I feel him scoot back as he pulls his fingers out of me.

I clench around nothing, missing the intrusion instantly.

“What do you⁠—”

“Do you trust me, Frankie?”

His voice sounds… vulnerable. Broken.

My mind quickly begins compiling everything—from the way he’s consistently taking care of me at work, despite my annoyance. The way he’s kind to everyone he meets, unless they’re being mean to me. How he bought me boots when my feet were hurting, and saved me from getting hurt twice. How he asks questions about my life, and how I can tell he genuinely cares for me.

This is so fucked up. I mean, my boss is eating me out from behind right now and talking about knocking me up, and it doesn’t feel wrong.

Why doesn’t it feel wrong?

I think back to when I was fifteen—to when I told my mom we shouldn’t go on our trip.

This… feels a little like that.

It feels like something inside of me is guiding me to Dante, and maybe always has been.

We’re playing a dangerous game… but it’s our game. Him and me. No one else. Just… us.

“Yes. I trust you,” I whisper.

“Do you want this?” he asks, and the rawness of his voice makes me look over my shoulder at him. And what I see makes my chest ache.

He’s sitting on his knees, waiting for me to let him in. There’s no mask covering his true feelings, and his expression is open and… unguarded. It startles me, because I’m so used to seeing him cold and relentlessly stoic. But right now? He is bent forward slightly so that he’s not sitting up straight. His hands are resting on his thighs. His eyes study my face defenselessly.

I’m the snake, and he’s here with me, facing his fears, too.

This is crazy.

This is so fucking crazy.

“I want this. I want you.”

The instant I say the second sentence, his pupils darken, and his hand begins to stroke his erect cock,

“I know you do,” he growls. “You were never asleep, were you?”

I pull my lower lip between my teeth to keep from smiling. “No.”

He cocks his head as his nostrils flare. “There’s no turning back for me. Do you understand?”

I nod. “Good.”

That dark possession creeps behind his eyes, and he gives me a wicked smile before he reaches forward and fists my hair, pulling me up so that I’m on my knees in front of him. I feel him scoot closer until his shaft is resting between my ass cheeks.

“I want your future, your heart, your children.”

I whimper, feeling wetness sliding down my thighs at his dark words.

“I want you near me at all times. I want to fuck you when I’m awake. When I’m asleep. I want you during waking hours and in my dreams.”

Fuck.

I’ve—never been talked to like this. The possession… it’s intoxicating.

“I want that, too,” I whisper, reaching an arm up until my hand is resting on the side of his face.

He turns his head and kisses my hand gently, and the affection and reverence behind that touch makes me feel like I’m floating.

The last of my resistance crumbles. This is no longer about work, or ethics, or what’s right versus what’s wrong.

This is about control… and surrender.

And I’m ready to give Doctor Devil everything I have.

“Are you ready for that, Francesca?” he asks softly, his arm coming around my waist, up to my breast. His thumb begins to brush back and forth against my taut nipple as his face bends down and kisses the space between my shoulder and neck. “Are you ready to give me everything I’ve ever wanted?”

“Yes, Dante⁠—”

I’ve barely gotten his name out before he pushes me forward onto all fours, pulls my hips back, and impales me.

I scream as he grips my ass, forcing me back onto his cock until he can’t go any farther. I gasp as my core clenches around him, and he groans, his nails burrowing into my skin with a fierceness that makes me hiss in pleasure and pain.

“Guess I can cancel my appointment with the sperm bank,” I tell him, half jokingly as my eyes roll back in my head.

He stops moving, and just before I turn around to look at him, he drives back into me so hard that I fall forward onto my stomach. He’s mounting me from behind, pulling my ass up as he fucks me ruthlessly. I can feel his hot breath on my neck.

“You really want me to imagine some other man’s cum inside of you right now? I was never going to let that happen.”

My lashes flutter as my orgasm draws closer. “How?” I ask.

“I would’ve been sure it was my cum inside of you. My cum catching and taking root. Mine.”

I inhale sharply as one of his hands comes around to my throat. He rolls his hips on top of me and slows down.

“But I didn’t have to do that. Because you didn’t lock your door.”

I start to see stars as he slowly slides in and out of me, pressing my body into the mattress and squeezing my throat.

“You hoped I wouldn’t,” I gasp, feeling my cunt begin to feather around him as I rock my hips, creating friction between the sheets and my clit.

“I knew you wouldn’t. Can I tell you a secret?” he purrs directly into my ear.

I gasp as my whole body draws tight. I’m so close⁠—

“I booked all the rooms out so that I could be sure you’d have to stay here with me. You’re fucking mine.”

Everything inside of me explodes on the word mine.

Crying out, my fists claw at the sheets as my hips pulse, as pleasure spirals through my body and floods me with white-hot light. I black out—or it feels like I do—as my pussy ripples around his cock. In my daze, I hear him let out a couple of long, tortured groans before he goes still, emptying inside of me for the second time. Everything is tingling—everything is on fire.

I booked all the rooms out so that I could be sure you’d have to stay here with me. You’re fucking mine.

My lips form the words as aftershocks cause me to convulse, flopping like a fish out of water. His hard length continues to spill into me, and he stays deep inside of me as he continues pulsing.

We’ve hurtled past the point of no return, and excitement draws up from somewhere deep inside of me.

He kisses my back, brushing my hair away from my face as he hovers over my body, still locked inside of me.

His lips brush against my neck, and it’s so different from how he acted just a minute ago that it makes me want to cry. The way he touches me with a sense of purpose and finality makes my throat catch with emotion.

This is the beginning of something profound, something dark and beautiful. And as he holds me close, I know that we officially crossed the line tonight.

There’s no going back.

Even if tonight isn’t successful, we’re bound together in a way that neither of us will ever be able to escape.