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He didn’t let me up right away. Instead, he mercifully let me catch my breath. I closed my eyes, still feeling the trembling in my tired muscles from running and fighting. Finally, I allowed myself to relax as I grappled with the fact that I’d just had the hardest orgasm of my life right over Dante’s knee with another man watching.
It was shameful.
It was wonderful and terrible all at the same time.
I didn’t know what to make of it.
Dante’s hand rubbed gently over my backside, and I shivered, a soft sigh escaping me.
“Stand up,” he directed, and his arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me gently to my feet. I stumbled and his hands quickly steadied me so that I stood right in front of him.
Oh my god.
He was staring at my pussy. My pants and underwear were still around my knees and my swollen pussy was all but on display for him. I made a quiet keening sound and his thumbs brushed against the top of my mound.
I shivered and his gaze flicked up to mine, a blazing inferno of heat encompassed within them.
Not knowing what else to do, I reached down and pulled my panties back up around my waist, covering myself in a bit of a rush. When I pulled up my jeans next, I grimaced as the rough fabric brushed against my sore ass, but I didn’t make a sound.
I couldn’t let him know how much he had gotten to me.
I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did.
Chapter Three
Dante
Fuck.
I’d always been the hard man, the one who never showed weakness, especially not for a woman. I’d built my empire on a foundation of strength and ruthless determination. Women came and went, leaving no lasting mark, and holding no sway over my decisions.
But Ellie Martinez was something else.
She was different from any other woman I’d ever met and that stirred something unmistakably primal within me. She’d dared to stand against me and that made my cock so hard that it felt like a rod of fucking steel.
I decided something right then and there.
She was going to be mine. She was an unexpected prize, but now that I’d found her, I wouldn’t let her slip away. I’d do whatever I had to do to have her. I didn’t care who lived and who died.
I’d just met her and already I knew I’d burn the world to the ground for her.
I was no stranger to danger, to the shadows that lurked around every corner, but in her I found something worth more than any empire—a fierce, burning need to protect, to own, to possess completely and utterly. It was more than desire; it was an all-encompassing obsession.
I needed her like I needed the very air I breathed.
She would be mine, not just in body, but in soul. No harm would come to her as long as I drew breath. She would be my queen in this dark kingdom, a light to soften the shadows, a reason to temper the brutality of my rule. In her, I found a purpose I hadn’t known I was seeking, and I was determined to keep her, whatever the cost.
She would fight me every step of the way and I’d love every second of it.
I could see that spark in her defiant green eyes even now as she stared back at me and I cocked my head, enjoying every bit of the sight of her.
Honestly, I fucking loved that she had a backbone.
Bathed in the moonlight, she stood before me, every inch of her striking beauty screaming with rebellion. Her dark hair, wild and untamed, fell down to the small of her back. In the ethereal glow of the moon, her radiant skin shone like an angel’s. But it was her eyes, those piercing green orbs, that really held me utterly captive. They were like glittering twin emeralds, gleaming with defiance and strength and mirroring the ferocity of her soul.
Her slender body was poised as if ready to take on the world. Her lips, full and defiant, were set in a firm line.
It was a clear challenge and I wanted to take it.
