She didn’t know what to think of that, so she didn’t think about it at all. Rose leaned forward to put her hands on the bar inside his. “I could crush you like this.”
“Careful, Rosa, or I might start mistaking your violent threats as flirting.”
She didn’t smile at him. She couldn’t. But she did lower herself a little closer to his chest. Dante’s dark gaze lingered where her breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her tank top. The room was cold. That was the only reason her nipples were pebbled and achy. It certainly wasn’t because of the dangerous man between her thighs.
He hefted the bar up, lifting it and the small pressure she put on it to easily drop it into the rack. Dante sat up, the move sliding her down his stomach to land in his lap. He set his hands on her hips, squeezing lightly. His hard cock pressed against her, and she couldn’t help but shiver. Even that little movement made Dante’s eyes narrow. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She rocked her hips ever so slightly against him. It didn’t matter that she’d had sex with this exact man a few months ago. He felt different. She ran her hands up his chest, ignoring the temptation to linger on his new scars. Definitely ignoring the strange possessive feeling that arose when she looked at them, knowing she put them on his body. “You know I wake up needy in the morning.”
“Need your orgasms before you need your breakfast,” he murmured. In that moment, he sounded so much like Jackson, her heart twisted painfully in her chest. Dante kept staring at her as if he could divine the thoughts right out of her head. “What changed between last night and this morning?”
Damn it, he really was too smart for this to work. And she was too foolish to think she could do this without her traitorous heart getting fucked up in the process. “You don’t want to play? Fine. I’ll go take care of myself with that pulse shower head. It’ll get me there faster, anyway.” She rolled her eyes and started to stand.
He tightened his grip on her hips and jerked her back down. “You’re not serious.”
“I am.” She tried to stand again, mostly because it thrilled a dark, reckless part of her to have him holding her in place. He wasn’t overly rough, but the thought of wearing his fingerprints on her hips… She didn’t know what it said about it that she shivered at the thought and then shivered again when the little motion had her rubbing against his hard cock. “I’m angry and I’m frustrated and, while I still kind of want to kill you, my normal outlets are closed to me. I have to settle for you.” Strong words. Bold words. Her tone didn’t quite pull it off, though. She sounded needy.
“Your normal outlets,” he repeated slowly. He flexed his fingers on her hips, urging her to rock against him again, just the tiniest bit. “Tell me something, Rosa.”
“I don’t want to tell you anything.” The ridge of his cock lined up perfectly with her clit, and each stroke sent little zings of pleasure through her. What was he doing to her? They were barely touching. Even when she was more than ready to go, it usually took her a lot longer with Jackson to get to this point.
Except this wasn’t Jackson, was it? This was Dante.
Desire wound through her, thick as honey, and Rose knew her body well enough to recognize it wouldn’t take much to get her there. He hadn’t even kissed her. Hadn’t gone down on her. Hadn’t fingered her. Their movement could barely be called dry humping because it was so constrained.
He leaned forward until his lips brushed her ear. “You were so angry when I got away. Did you fuck someone to work out that rage?”
“I already told you. I fucked Romeo. Repeatedly. I went straight from shooting you to riding his cock.” Lies. All lies. Romeo hadn’t so much as touched her, and she certainly hadn’t pressed the issue. Romeo Capparelli was attractive enough from a distance, but once a person got close enough, only a fool would be convinced they saw something in his soulless eyes. Rose fully intended to do her duty and marry him to smooth over things, but she hadn’t been looking forward to consummating the relationship.
“I remember now. He fucked you everywhere, right?” He said it so casually. His tone gave her no warning. One moment he gripped her hips and the next he jerked her tighter against him and ran his hand down the center of her ass, his fingers delving between her cheeks. “Your ass.” Dante kept going until he cupped her roughly from behind. “Pussy.” He used his free hand to grip her chin and dragged his thumb over her bottom lip. “Mouth.”
“Da,” she finally managed. Rose licked her lips, her tongue sliding along his thumb and making his eyes go even darker. She was playing with fire, but she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop. “He made it good for me with his long, thick cock and clever fingers. And he ate my pussy for hours, until I lost count of orgasms. Nothing mediocre about it.”
Dante tightened his grip on her chin until it was just shy of painful. “Bugiarda.”
“What does that mean?” She’d fully intended to learn passable Italian at some point since the Capparellis had continued to be an issue, but Rose didn’t have the same skill with languages that Lorelei did, so she’d found reasons to put it off again and again. She wished she’d learned now.
“Do you want to know what I think?”
“Nyet.” She didn’t exactly mean to switch to Russian, but she was having trouble thinking straight with his hands on her. He held her up away from his cock and too tightly to rock against his fingers. Frustration loosened her tongue. “Ya nikogo ne trogal, krome tebya, ublyudok.” Something she didn’t mean to admit, even if he didn’t understand.
I haven’t touched anyone but you, you bastard.
Not out of any loyalty. She didn’t feel it for him. But it just hadn’t happened. Romeo didn’t push her on anything remotely sexual, and she wasn’t foolish enough to touch anyone else in the meantime, not while negotiating their pending marriage and what it would mean for both families. Rose could be reckless, but even she wasn’t that selfish.
And… There was her foolish heart to consider. It hadn’t felt right with anyone else and so it was easier to blame her pending marriage on her celibacy. Better that than admit she missed the man who’d lied to her, betrayed her. The enemy.
He stared hard. “What does that mean?”
“It means I fucked Romeo on every surface.”
“No… I don’t think so.” He tilted his head to the side, surveying her face. “If you’re going to use that mouth to lie to me, I’ll put it to better use.”
She expected him to shove her to her knees, to guide her to suck his cock, but Dante simply shifted his grip on her chin and pressed two fingers into her mouth. She was so shocked, she forgot to fight. Or that was what she told herself as he held her gaze and fucked her mouth with his fingers. Not fast. Not even hard. But so damn thoroughly that she’d never felt so owned in her life.
The rough pads of his fingers dragged through her lips and over her tongue, so deep, she gagged. Dante didn’t stop. He wasn’t touching her nose, so it wasn’t like she couldn’t breathe if she concentrated, but it was so damn hard to concentrate with him thrusting back down her tongue and giving her no time to recover.