Sarah had ever see anything hotter than Dante, feral and
untamed, towering above her while she completely
helpless breath him. Her body was on fire, and seeing the
possessive, desirous look on his face had made her come
unraveled.
Dear God, I want him so badly I can hardly breathe.
She open to him willingly, letting him have his way
with her mouth as she gripped the bars on the headboard.
It was the first time any man had ever wanted her the way,
and it was heady and intoxicating to have Dante's ripped,
muscular body holding her captivity he kissed her with a
desperation she'd never experienced before, and she felt
just as needy. Her tongue dueled with his, coming out on
the bottom in their war for domination, which only made
her body burn hotter.
She'd had been devastated when she'd told Dante that she
thought she'd like the whole bossy cop thing sexually. It
definitely had . . . merit.
Sarah had been devastated when he'd told her down-
stair to cover up, thinking he'd been repulsed by the scars
left from the brutal attack in Chicago. But he hadn't been
spurning her, he'd been protecting her from himself. For-
tunately, she liked him just fine the way he was—thank
you very much! She might be a smart female, but she
was, in fact, a female, and he treated her like a desirable
woman. Apparently, her brain liked to do its own independ-
dent thinking, but her body wants to be manhandled in
the bedroom. And the canal part of her mind liked his dirty
talk and dominant tendencies. Obviously, she had a thing
for cops, or at least this particular cop. The more he became
a bossy tyrant, the wetter she got for him. No doubt she'd
right him over being a dictator outside the bedroom. But
here, she relishes it.
Panting as he lifted his mouth from hers, she begged,
"Please don't hurt yourself. You aren't ready for this." Her
body wept from the comment, but her brain knew Dante
wasn't yet healed.
"I'm ready to taste every inch of you and bury my
mouth between your thighs, sweetheart." he started to run
his tongue over her old scars, starting with the one on her
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No ordinary Billionaire
RomanceDante Sinclair never cared about his family's money. All the ultra-sexy billionaire ever wanted was to be a cop and now that he's a homcide detective in Los Angeles, he's a damn good one. But when he is injured an...
