Erica’s POV
He trailed soft kisses all over my thigh. I flinched at first and whimpered. My body still stung from
the way he spanked me.
“Erica, I can love you properly. I’m only asking for another chance.”
His voice was soft and husky as he spoke into the soft skin on my lap. I looked at him and was
tempted to run my hands through his sleek hair.
He looked back at me and brushed my messy hair out of my face. His thumb grazed my lips and
his other hand slid up my thigh towards my soaked clit.
I couldn’t take much more. His pounding had me all bruised and saw.
He was about to touch me but I stopped him.
“We…can’t… I…I’m sore.”
He kissed me full on the lips and I felt desire and passion as he sucked my bottom lip and gave it a
little nibble.
“All me to make you feel better, Erica. You know that I can.”
He stared deep into my eyes as he inched closer and closer. My body was stiff and tense but I
secretly craved his touch again.
His finger touched me softly and a gentle sigh escaped my lips.
“Dante…”
“Does it still hurt?”
He continued to stroke me and I gripped the table tightly. I was still sore but his touch felt nice. It
felt comforting. My toes curled and my head was thrown back in pleasure.
“Dante…”
“Tell me, Erica. Don’t you want to feel like this every day? I promise I will treat you better.”
His lips covered mine and I groaned at the taste of his tongue. It was soft and warm as it curled
around mine like swans in an elegant dance.
His other hand moved up my shirt and slipped inside.
I felt his fingers tease my nipples. The sensation shot through me and I could hold myself. I
wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer.
My body was burning with desire. I wanted him. I wanted him inside me.
“Erica…”
“Fuck me, Dante.”
He looked at me tenderly and stroked my cheek with his thumb and tilted my head up from my
chin.
“Is that really what you want?”
My eyes took in his handsome face and dark eyes. Maybe he had changed. Maybe I was wrong
about the person that he had become.
“Yes. Yes, that’s what I want.”
He didn’t say anything more. His hands went to my thighs and he spread them apart. He bent
down and trailed kisses on my inner thigh. My face was flushed as he tasted my juices that ran
down my legs.
“You taste wonderful.”
He stood upright and slowly slid into me as I sat on the table.
He lay me down a bit and supported my back with hands and arms. His eyes were still fixed on
me and it made me flustered and hot.
He had slid in so easily. I was sore but I couldn’t feel any pain when he penetrated me. I groaned
as my pussy closed around his thick and hot cock.
“You still feel so tight, Erica. Like this is the first time that I’m having you.”
A groan escaped his lips as he thrust slowly and deeply, each movement sent electric impulses
shooting through my lower half.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned his name softly into his ears. It was only then
that I realized how sweet it was for his name to roll off my tongue. It tasted like honey each time I
said it.
“I love the way you say my name when I’m fucking you.”
I was about to moan again but he silenced me with a wet kiss. My moans were muffled. His
hands cupped my face, caressed my cheeks, and held my throat.
He was the same Dante. He always wanted to be in control and I liked it. I liked being under his
control.
He buried his head into my neck and he groaned as he thrusted. He said my name under his
breath and it made shivers run down my spine.
“I want to have you, Erica. I want the privilege of calling you ‘mine’. You belong to me and not
that bastard. Be mine. Be my queen.”
His thrusts slowly picked up pace and began harder and faster. My fingers dug into his back and it
looked like I was holding on for dear life.
My body was getting rocked. My pussy was becoming tighter.
I lost all feel in my legs and wrapped them around his waist as he engulfed me with his muscular
physique.
“Ahhhhhnn! Dante!”
I was on the edge. A little more and I was going to explode. Just a few more nudges and I was
going to…
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Alpha, it’s urgent! We need to see you immediately!”
The loud voices and the banging fists on the door yanked me rudely from my cloud nine.
Dante stopped thrusting and we both froze in shock.
I looked around the meeting hall. It was a mess. Our clothes were everywhere.
In a few seconds, we sprung into action. He pulled out of me and we hurriedly began to dress. As
I put on my clothes, my head began to clear up.
I had done it again, hadn’t I? I had fallen for Dante again.
“Alpha!”
The rough male voice called out again and knocked even louder. We hastened up and cleaned up
the table and floors. I sat on my chair and adjusted my dress. My mood was solemn. I was
honestly disappointed in myself.
Dante was dressed in his suit and he turned to look at me but I looked away. I heard him sigh
sadly. He sat on his chair and the doors unlocked.
The men barged in and they were holding a sack. It was soaked and they hurried inside with it.
I stared at it even closer and realized the wet red trail that tailed behind it.
I sniffed the air and the scent hit me.
Blood. It was blood…