62 capítulos Concluída MaduroShe was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control.
Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game.
As enemies close in, desire turns dead.
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His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier."
"Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now.
Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly.
"Good girl."
Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me.
"Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Then his mouth is on me.
I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle.
"Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively.
His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin.
"Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good."
My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard.
"Dante, I'm gonna-"
"Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed."
"Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling.
"You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting.
