Page 45 of Savage Ambition

“Dio mio,” he whispered, his chest heaving. “That mouth of yours is…” Renato trailed off with a satisfied moan.

His cock slipped free with an obscene sound that made him groan again. I licked my lips, savoring his taste while letting him watch.

The dazed worship in his expression made my competitive streak preen. Few things were better than a client looking at me as if I’d ruined them for anyone else. And Renato looked like he’d follow me into Hell for another taste.

“Can you handle more, Renato?” I asked, my voice rougher from taking his sizable cock so deep and hard.

Reaching down to trace his entrance, he gave me a challenging look that ignited burning lust for him in my veins. “Hurry up and fuck me, Dragon.”

Salvatore turned my fire into ice. “Call him Dante.” He chuckled in dark amusement at my shocked expression I failed to hide. “If you’re calling Renato by his actual name, it’s only fair he gets to address you by yours, boy.”

My Dragon persona kept the authentic me separate from the brutality of Gennaro Corporation. It was why I refused to let Shaw use my birth name during our visits. I needed that wall between Dante and Dragon for my sanity, which was precisely why that sadistic bastard was tearing it down.

Renato looked up at me with a sexy challenge in his beautiful golden eyes. “Make me your prey, Dante.”

Hearing him use my real name triggered conflicting reactions. The sensuous rumble of his voice sent a shudder of complicated lust through me, arousing me despite the wrongness of it. But it also created an intimacy that left me vulnerable in uncomfortable ways.

Being face-to-face with Renato while he used my real name was too intimate. I needed distance, or I’d never get through the experience. “Turn over.”

“Yes, sir.” He forced his satiated body to obey.

Without eye contact, I could breathe again. I grabbed the condom, stalling for time as I rolled it over my hard length. Salvatore’s gaze burned into me, but I refused to acknowledge him. Instead, I focused on Renato, waiting for me on his hands and knees.

I rubbed my sheathed cock between his ass cheeks, determined to lose myself in him. He pushed back against me with a needy whimper. “Please, Dante, I fucking want you.”

I faltered at my name but forced myself to continue. Wanting to draw out the moment, I penetrated him slowly, savoring the tight heat enveloping me an inch at a time. Impatient, he thrust backward to take more.

It spurred me into action. I established a hard, steady rhythm, my hands roaming his body to heighten his pleasure. I forgot everything as I picked up speed and reveled in his responsiveness. My forceful thrusts drove him forward until he had to brace himself on his forearms.

The sound of a zipper being tugged down broke my concentration. Salvatore was pleasuring himself while watching us. It was far from the worst thing he’d done to me in that room, but it still made bile rise in my throat. Needing to escape his presence, I reached down and tangled my fingers in Renato’s thick hair, using my grip to yank him back against my chest.

He groaned at the sudden change, but it was pure pleasure rather than pain. “Oh, fuck yes!”

Tilting his head, I licked up the curve of his neck like an addict desperate for another hit. The taste of his skin made me slam my hips harder into his willing body. I sucked on his earlobe before tugging it with my teeth. His lustful cry rewarded my efforts. “You prefer it a little rough, hmm?”

“Yes. Fuck me harder!”

I shoved him back onto the bed before gripping his hips tightly while pounding into him. Each thrust drew more beautiful sounds from him. When he grew too complacent, I slapped his ass hard enough to leave a handprint. His shout of ecstasy fed something dark inside me. Having an outlet for my rage after being subjected to Salvatore’s cruelty felt like salvation.

When Renato reached for his cock, I knocked his hand away. I leaned over him, pressing our bodies together as I growled against his ear, “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

“Fucking punish me.” When I pulled out, he snarled in protest. “Not like that, damn it!”

I chuckled at his frustration, gripping his erection hard enough to make him curse. “Maybe I shouldn’t let you finish.”

“I’ll do anything you want, so please—” Renato interrupted himself with a strangled whimper when I released him.

“Anything?” The urge to see his face as I took him apart overrode my earlier discomfort. “On your back.”

He obeyed without question, looking up at me with wildfire in his eyes as he spread his legs.

I lifted his hips and plunged back into him without warning. I resumed my merciless pace, loving how each thrust tore another sound from his throat. Through the haze of lust, an idea for his punishment formed. “You can’t come until I do.”

“What happens if I come first?” He arched off the bed with a cry when I hit something deep inside him.

“I’ll never fuck you again.”

He squeezed his dick in a death grip to stave off his release. “Fuck, you play dirty.” The excitement in his eyes told me I’d chosen the perfect threat.