Rose tilted her hips so his cock notched at her entrance again. A threat and a promise. God, she wanted it. She didn’t care anymore. She’d deal with the consequences later. When she answered, she whispered the words against Dante’s lips. “It means devil.”
“Am I the devil to you, amata?” He smoothed his hands down her sides and over her ass, urging her to tilt so he pressed more insistently against her. His eyes seared her as she swiveled her hips, teasing them both.
“Da.”
“Then the devil I’ll be.” He held her gaze as he exerted the smallest pressure on her ass. Not nearly enough to do more than hint at where he wanted her to go. She couldn’t blame that tiny contact on her sinking onto his bare cock.
No, she only one she had to blame was herself.
She wanted this, even if it damned her.
At this point, being damned was all but a guarantee.
Chapter 14
This might be a mistake that came back to haunt him, but with Rose’s tight pussy clamping around his bare cock, Dante couldn’t bring himself to care. No matter what he said aloud, he knew the truth. Rose wasn’t his. Not yet. Not until she chose him the way he chose her. Fucking her bare when her birth control was fucked up would either drive a wedge between them or seal them together for good. The odds weren’t in his favor, though.
He didn’t care.
It felt too good to stop.
This woman short-circuited something in his brain. The taste of her, the scent of her, the vision she created as she planted her hands on his chest and started riding his cock. There were faint marks on her body from the past three days. Bruises from his fingertips on her hips. A love bite on the curve of her left breast. Beard burn on her thighs and throat. All would fade with time. He hated that.
“You feel so good, d’yavol.”
D’yavol. Devil.
An apt name, though he should probably argue it. No one married the devil. Or, rather, no one normal did. Rose wasn’t normal, though. She was playing on an entirely different field than most people. She wasn’t a civilian who’d wandered into the life on accident. She was born and raised in blood and violence, same as him. A woman like Rose? She understood the value of having the devil at her side.
“Touch me, Dante.”
He was touching her, but he knew exactly what she meant. Dante shifted one hand around her hip so he could give her clit the friction she needed to get off. She was wet and slippery against his thumb, and he stared at the spot where their bodies joined and… Fuck. Watching his cock disappear into her pussy gave him a better hit than any drug on this planet. Mine.
He meant to stop when she came. He truly did. Dante would not see the path forward with Rose turn to scorched earth before he’d taken more than a few steps. Intentions didn’t mean shit when it came down to it, though.
She came with the sweetest cry and ground down on his cock, her pussy clamping around him. Between one breath and the next, he lost control. Pleasure overtook him, and he cursed as he came. Inside her.
Rose slumped down against his chest. It was the most natural thing in the world to wrap his arms around her and hold her as their breathing eased back to a more normal cadence. She was the type of woman who was larger than life when she moved and spoke, but right now, she felt all too human. All too breakable.
He would never do it. But others? Dante knew better. The sooner she agreed to be his and they made it public, the sooner he could ensure she was properly protected.
Rose stirred and pushed off his chest. It made him ache to release her, but he did it anyway. He had the long game in mind, and that meant holding her with a lighter hand right now. She blinked down at him, those hazel eyes holding things he didn’t fully understand. “Dante…we have to go to a pharmacy.”
Even though part of him knew she was right, a stronger, uglier voice took control. “Did you fuck me without a condom as a way out of this cabin?”
She jerked back as if he’d struck her. “You are such an asshole.” Rose scrambled off him. She was unsteady on her feet but quick, and she dodged his attempt to grab her wrist easily. “Do not touch me right now. I mean it.”
He flopped back onto the bed and watched her stride away from him. He knew better than to say some ridiculous shit like that. She wouldn’t put herself in danger simply to get free; not even Rose was that ruthless. But doubt had sown its seeds and he couldn’t entirely rule it out. One of the things he loved about this woman was the lengths she’d go. She fucking shot him. Twice. Risking pregnancy when there were so many options available was entirely within the realm of possibilities.
He’d fucked up.
If he kept her here and ignored her need to go to a pharmacy, he’d lose her for good. She wouldn’t let something like an unintended pregnancy derail her plans, and she sure as fuck wouldn’t marry him in some outdated belief that it was the right choice to make. She was like his mother in that, and he respected her for it even as he cursed himself for letting them get into this situation.
Losing her was an unacceptable consequence, so he sat up. He could hear the shower running, and her muttering to herself in Russian in the bathroom, so he ducked into the closet and made quick work of the latch into the safe room. If they were going back to civilization before planned, he needed to know what he was walking into.
He glanced at the cameras, but as expected, they were clear. The only person who knew the location of this cabin was Matteo, and his cousin wouldn’t betray him. He’d hidden it under half a dozen shell companies, none of them even remotely connected with the Verducci family. There was no reason to worry, but Dante hadn’t lived this long by ignoring his instincts.
Something felt…off. Not simply because of what had just happened.
He dialed his cousin, waiting impatiently while the line rang. Just when he thought it would go to voicemail, Matteo answered in Italian. “You have shit timing, cugino.” In the background, someone moaned.
Dante shook his head but wasted no time getting to the point. “Change of plans. We’re coming back.”
“She folded that fast?”
“No. We’re at an impasse, but the situation has become more complicated.”
“Hold on.” Matteo’s voice went muffled as he murmured to whoever he was in the middle of fucking. When he came back on the line, he sounded more focused. “Tell me.”
“There’s a chance she might be pregnant.” It didn’t happen that fast. He wasn’t a doctor, but even he knew that. Still, time was of the essence if they wanted to avoid that particular fate. Oh, there were still other options available, but better to do…whatever it was that Plan B did. Flush out the system? Dante honestly wasn’t sure.
All he knew was that when Rose was finally pregnant with his child, it would be because she chose it, because she chose him, and so the moment would be filled with joy and not this sick dread in his stomach at the thought that he was in danger of losing her for good.
Matteo laughed. “Good. Fuck her a few more times to be sure.”
His cousin’s attempt to be supportive fell significantly short of the mark. “It’s not that easy.”
“You always complicate things. Women are emotional creatures. If you’ve been fucking the past few days, she’s already half in love with you. She’ll come around. Just hold your ground.”