Chapter 18- No Escape
Lucia The air inside the car was thick with unspoken tension, as if every breath we took fueled the infero building between us. I could feel Dante’s eyes on me, dark and unreadable, and it made the small, confined space seem even smaller. The low hum of the engine faded into the background, overshadowed by the sound of my own heanbeat pounding in my ears.
He shifted slightly beside me, she scent of his cologne–something dark and woodsy–ing the air between us. I was hyperaware of every move he made, every breath he took. The silence was unbearable, yet neither of us spoke. I felt like the calm before the storm.
“Lucia,” he finally uid, his voice low and rough, breaking the silence. My name on his lips sent a shiver down my spine, though I tried to ignore it
I turned to face him, my back pressed against the cool leather seat. “What” Lasked, though it came out sharper than I intended. Maybe it was the tension. Maybe it was the way his presence seemed to invade every corner of the car, leaving me with nowhere to hide.
His gaze locked onto mine, intense and unrelenting. “We’re not done.”
I frowned, pretending not to understand. “Not done with what”
He leaned closer, his large frame dominating the space between us. I felt trapped and exposed, but I didn’t back away. “Don’t play games with me. Lucia,” he said softly, but there was nothing soft about his tone. It was laced with menace, with possession “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
I swallowed hard, but refused to break eye contact. “If you have something to say, Dante, say it. Otherwise, stop with the dramunties.”
His lips curved in a dangerous smirk, “Dramaties by that what you call His hand moved suddenly, gripping my chin with just enough force to make me gasp. “You’ve been driving me insane all night. And now, here we are. Alone. No interruptions. No cameras. So tell me. Lucia..” He tilted his head, his thumb bring over my bottom lip.
My heart raced, the beat between impossible to ignore. “What?” I asked.
His smirk deepened, but his eyes darkened, the imemsay of ho gaze making hard to breathe. This,” he said, closing the distance between us in on waf motion. His lips captured mine in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
I froze for a moment caught off guard by the suddeness of it. But then his hands moved to my waist.
ty waist, pulling me closer, and my body betrayed me. I kissed him back, my fingers tangling in his perfectly styled hair as the tenon that had been building between us exploded.
The kiss was raw, hungry, and all comming, it wasn’t the calculated display we’d shown the cameras earlier. This was real, a clash of anger and desire that neither of us could control. His teeth grazed my bottom lip, and I gasped, giving him the opening he needed to deepen the kiss. His tongue swept into my mouth, demanding and possessive, and I couldn’t stop the small mon that escaped me.
He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine as we both caught our breath. Tell me you don’t wait this, he challenged, his voice rough and low. “Tell me, and I’ll stop
I wanted to say it. Wanted to push him away and maintain some semblance of control. But the words wouldn’t come Instead, I reached for him again, my lips fading his with a desperation that matched his own
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That’s what I thought he murmured against my lips, hus hands slicing down to grip my hips. He pulled me noen his lap in one swift motion, h strength evident as he maneuvered me like I weighed nothing
“Dante,” 1 gasped, my hands bracer against his chest could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palms, matching my own.
say it, he demanded his lips trailing down my neck. “Say you’re mine.
“You’re impossible,” I managed, even as my body betrayed me, arching into his rouch.
“Say it.” he growled, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of my neck.
Ibit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But then his hands moved, sliding up my thighs and under my dress. His fingers found the edge of my lace underwear, and I couldn’t stop the sharp intake of breath that escaped me.
“Say it,” he repeated, his voice dark and commanding
“I hate you” I whispered, but it lacked comiction.
He chuckled darkly, his fingers slipping beneath the lace. “No, you don’t,” he said, his voice like velvet. “You hate how much you want me. How much you need me. And you hate that you can’t control it any more than I can.”
Topened my mouth to argue, but his touch silenced me. His fingers moved with expert precision, teasing and tormenting until I couldn’t think straight. My head fell back, a soft moan escaping my lips as he worked me with a skill that left me trembling.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “Let go, cara. Don’t fighti
My nails dug into his shoulders as the pleasure built, overwhelming and all–consuming. I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t hold back the wave that crashed over me, leaving me breathless and trembling in his armis,
“Dante.” I gasped, my voice shaking
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “My turn,” he said, his voice low and filled with promise.
Before I could respond, he lifted me slightly, his strength once again on full display as he adjusted our positions. I felt the hardness of him pressing against me, and my breath hitched.
“Dante, wait-“I started, but he silenced me with another kiss, his hands gripping my hips as he guided me dawn onto him.
Chapter 18- No Escape
The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping. He didn’t give me time to adjust, his movements slow but deliberate as he filled me completely.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough
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Topened my eyes, meeting his intense gaze. The connection between ur was electric, a spark that ignited something deep inside me.
“You’re mine,” he said again, his hands tightening on my hips. “Say it ”
“Dantewhispered, my voice trembling.
“Say it,” he growled, his movements becoming more urgent.
“I’m yours.” I finally admitted, the words pulled from me as the pleasure built once more, threatening to consume me entirely.
A satisfied smile crossed his hips as he claimed me completely, his pace relentless and demanding. The world outside the car ceased to exist, the only thing that mattered was the man holding me, possessing me, consuming me
When we finally chattered together, the ustensity of it left me breathless, my body trembling against his. He held me close, his hands gentle now as they traced soothing patterns on my skin.
“There’s no going back.” he said softly, his voice filled with certainty.
I nodded, unable to find the words to respond. Because he was rigla. There was no going back. Not now. Not ever.
