Page 84 of Savage Ambition

When my climax crashed through me, it shattered my strongest defenses. My back arched, muscles locking as pleasure flooded every cell in my body. I called out Renato’s name, the man who now knew me better than anyone alive.

My nails dug into his hips as I filled the condom with my cum. Each spurt wrenched another moan from me. I had never lost control so completely, surrendered so fully to anything or anyone.

For a moment, as sweat cooled on my skin and tremors rippled through me, the armor I’d forged to survive Salvatore’s world slipped away. I found a sanctuary in Renato’s arms, knowing that, for the first time since my parents’ murder, I wasn’t alone with my secrets anymore.

I collapsed forward, my forehead pressed against his shoulder, hiding my face as I struggled to rebuild walls that had unexpectedly crumbled.

Renato pulled me closer for a kiss that felt like a claim. I didn’t resist, still floating in blissful afterglow, drunk on his scent and the rare feeling of safety in his arms. He was too skilled, too beautiful, too tempting after years of servicing repulsive clients who treated me as meat.

I remained buried inside him. I finally knew what it might be like to trust someone again. To not be alone in the endless war against Salvatore. To have somebody who saw the ugliest parts of my life and still looked at me with heat in his eyes rather than pity.

Soon, I’d become Dragon again, Salvatore’s obedient “son” and the Gennaro family’s most valuable asset.

An uncomfortable realization encroached on my high. I’d given Renato the power to hurt me because in our world, caring was the most fatal mistake of all.

What would remain of me when Salvatore discovered I’d gifted someone else the key to my cage?

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

RENATO

Iheld Dante inside me. His cock still stretched me after his release, the condom the only barrier between us. His weight pressed me into the leather seat, our sweat mingling as his breath came in uneven gasps against my neck. For one fleeting moment, I had all of him without the fortress of walls he meticulously maintained.

My fingers traced lazy patterns on his skin, committing every muscle to memory. I knew his openness wouldn’t last. Soon, the armor would slide back into place, piece by impenetrable piece, and the Dante who’d shared his deepest secret would retreat behind calculated smirks and cutting remarks.

But for now, he was completely mine.

I tilted his chin up, capturing his lips in a kiss so tender it made him tremble. I tried to convey my unspoken devotion since words would send him running. Dante had been taught that love was another weapon to be used against him, and I refused to give him reason to believe I was arming myself for battle.

Dante withdrew with excruciating slowness, his thick cock dragging against my inner walls. The ridge of his head caught on my rim before slipping free, leaving me devastatingly empty.

My body contracted around the void he left behind, desperate to reclaim the fullness that had filled me so completely. Hot lube trickled from my used hole, sliding down the curve of my ass to pool on the leather seat beneath me. The evidence of our passion marked the expensive upholstery, a silent rebellion against Salvatore’s domain.

The burning stretch of my entrance pulsed in time with my heartbeat, still sensitive from Dante’s relentless pounding. Each throb sent aftershocks of pleasure radiating through me, my body’s way of clinging to the memory of him inside me. I would feel the ache for days, a secret reminder carried within my flesh that I belonged to Dante in ways Salvatore could never control or commodify.

I wanted to pull him back, to keep him inside me where the walls distancing us dissolved into nothing but heat and connection. Losing our intimacy felt like watching a door slam shut, leaving me alone on the wrong side.

The scent of our sex filled the confined space of the limousine, musky and primal. I watched as Dante removed the condom, the only thing that had stopped his cum from flooding my insides. Part of me wished he had taken me bare, marked me from the inside out. I wanted to carry a part of him within me, something real that Salvatore would never allow.

Dante’s expression cooled, the calculated distance returning to his gaze. “We should get dressed,” he muttered. “We’ll be at Gennaro Corporation soon.”

I held in a sigh as he tied off the condom and tossed it in the discreet waste bin. The man who had come in my arms moments ago was being sealed away behind reinforced steel.

“You can pretend this didn’t happen,” I said, stretching before reaching for my clothes. “But you can’t keep me out. Not anymore.”

Dante’s jaw tightened as he redressed. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” I pulled on my briefs and jeans. With no time to clean myself, the slick reminder of our encounter stayed with me. The sensation of dripping lube was deliciously filthy, a hidden reminder that beneath my clothes, I still carried the physical memory of Dante’s possession.

I smiled at the thought, enjoying how he tracked my movements despite his scowl. When he said nothing, I couldn’t resist poking his buttons a little. “I know you, Dante Gennaro.”

“You know what I let you see,” he snapped while buttoning his shirt. “Nothing more.”

I laughed. “Is that what you tell yourself? That you’re in control of what I see?” I slipped my white sweater over my head. “Your body betrays you every time I touch you. Your eyes give you away when you think I’m not looking.”

“Fuck you.”

“You just did,” I countered.