Chapter 22 – Almost Unbearable
Lucia He looked down at me, his dark eyes smoldering with barely restrained intensity. “You’re being very disobedient,” he said, his voice low and rough, carrying that dangerous edge that made my breath hich
“And I didn’t ask for this,” I shot back, though the words came out weaker than I intended, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and anticipation,
Dante tilted his head, his lips curving into a slow, predatory smile. “No, cara,” he murmured, stepping closer until his body pressed against mine. “But you wanted it. Didn’t you?”
Before 1 could form a response, he leaned in and kissed me–hard. It wasn’t a gemle or patient kiss; it was demanding, full of unspoken words and frustration, a kiss that dared me to push him away. But I didn’t. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shurt, and instead of shoving him back. I pulled him closer.
It was a bad kiss—at first. Not had in execution, but had in intention, like he was trying to prove a point, trying to overwhelm me with sheer force.
But I wasn’t about to let him win. Not like this
I grabbed the front of his shirt and pushed myself up on my toes, pressing in him. I kissed him back with everything had, letting my tongue Invade his mouth, chiming control for those few seconds. For a brief moment, I felt ham falrer, teh his surprise as I tried to flip the power dynamic between us. But then his hand slid to my hip, pulling me tightly against him, and I felt the beat of him, hard and insister, pressing against my
stomach.
A gasp escaped the, and he took full advantage, his teeth sinking into my lower hip just enough to send a sharp jolt of pain through my sensitive skin. I whimpered, the sound a mix of surprise and surrender, and something in him snapped. He threw his head back, breathing hand, his chest rising and falling as he fought for control.
His eyes were darker now, practically black with intensity. “Do you dare in stop?” I asked, my voice challenging as I pushed my hands between us. My fingers found his belt, and I rugged at it with deliberate slowness. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as if to steady himself, his restraint fraying
“You’re impossible,” he muttered, his voice trained, but his actions contradicted his words as he let me undo his belt. Do you know
doing, Lucia Teasing a man like me!”
“Maybe “I looked up at him my lips curving into a defiam snurk. “Maybe I’m runovas ”
what you’re
His laugh was low and dangerous, the sound vibrating through me. “Be careful what you wish for, care. You might not like the answer.”
With that he grabbed my hips and lifted me effortlessly, spinning us around and setting me down on the desk with a controlled Force that made the papers scattered across it fly to the floor. My head tilted back as his mouth moved down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that sent shivers racing through my body. The tension between us shifted, transforming into something molten, something uncontrollable.
“Dante,” I whispered, my voice barely audible
He paused, his hands gripping the hem of my blouse, his breathing heavy. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice raw.
“Dante.” This time, his name came out in a plex, a mix of frustration and need
He grinned, wicked and smug, before pulling my blouse up and over my head in one smooth motion. His fingers skimmed over my bare skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, “You’re trouble,” he murmured, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below my ear. “But you’re my trouble.”
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. My hands were busy working on his shirt, pushing it up to reveal the hard lines of his chest. My fingen traced the muscles there, savoring the heat of his skin. His mouth covered mine again, and this time, the kiss was slower, deeper, more deliberate. His tongue tangled with mine, drawing out sensations that made my head spin
When his hands slid to my skirt, I lifted my hips instinctively, letting him pall it down. My shoes hit the floor with a soft thuc, followed by my skirt. and saddenly, there was nothing between is but the thinnest layer of lace. His fingers brushed over it, teasing, before slapping beneath it to find the heat that was already hiding.
Thissed, my nails digging into has shoulders as his fingers moved with expert precision. “You’re such a bastard,” I gasped, my head falling pleasure coursed through me.
“And you,” he said, his voice low and full of dark amusemei, “are driving me imane.”
Ituzzed at his trousers, pushing them down with more force than necessary. When they finally pooled around his ankles, I reached for him, my fingers wrapping around him as I pulled him closer. He was thick, hard, and impossibly hot, and the anticipation that had been building between us exploded into something almost primal.
“Lucia,” he growled, his hands framing my face as he looked down at me, his gaze searing. Tell me to stop. Tell me this is too much
I didn’t answer. Instead, I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him in place. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. “Not
For a moment, be hesitated, his eyes searching mine as if looking for any hint of doubt. When he found nose, he pushed forward, the first inch of him stretching me in a way that made me gap. He paused, giving me a moment to adjust, his forehead pressing against mine as he struggled for control.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice rough
“Yes,“I breathed. “Just don’t stop.”
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Chapter 22 – Almost Unbearable
His restraint snapped. He thrust into me fully, and I cried out, my nails digging into his back as he filled me completely. The sensation kras overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that stole my breath.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled back and drove into me again. “You feel incredible.”
I couldn’t respond. My mind was too focused on the way he moved, the way his body fit against mine like we were made for each other. Every thrust sent a jolt of electricity through me, building the heat in my core until it was almost unbearable.
“Date,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hur as he kissed me again. This kiss was differem–deeper, more consuming, as if he was pouring every -ounce of fratration and need into it.
“Say you’re mine,” he growled against my lips, his pare quickening. “Say it, Laris”
1- The words caught in my throw as a wave of pleasure crashed over me, stealing my voice. My body trembled, and he held me tighter, his own movements becoming more errate as he chased his release.
“Say it,” he demanded again, his teeth grazing my shoulder as he pushed me closer to the edge.
“I’m yours,” I finally cried, the confession tumbling from my lips as I shattered and him. The world blurred, and all I could feel was him, his presence anchoring me as I came undone
He followed moment later, his body tensing before he collapsed against me, his breathing ragged. For a long moment, neither of us moved, the only sound in the room our shared breaths.
When he finally pulled back, his dark eyes met mine, and I saw something there that made my heart skip a beat. Possession, yes, but also something softer, something more dangerous
We stayed like that for longer than just a few seconds, letting the world fade as the heat between as ebbedino a sot hum. His forehead rested against mine, his breath still uneven as he struggled to compose himself. I didn’t want to move. Not yet. His body was still pressed against mine, his weight heavy bat romforting, grounding me in a way I didn’t want to examine ton closely
Date was the first to shih, lifting his head slightly to look down at me. His dark eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were softer now, filled with something than resembled satisfaction–and something che, something unspoken that made my chest tighten. His fingers brushed a strand of hair mway from my face, lingering as if he didn’t want to let me gu
“You’ve made quite a mess of my desk, rara,” he said, han voice rough but laced with anasement. His lips curved into a lazy smirk as his gaze swept over the scattered papers, the discarded pens, and–mou damning the telltale stain on the mahogany surface.
I couldn’t help but laugh, a breathless sound that escaped before I could stop it. “It’s your fault. You started a. I pushed against his chest lightly. Hr relemed stepping back just enough to let me slide off the desk. My legs wobbled as they hit the ground, and his hands immediately found my waist, steadying me.
“Careful,” he said his tone teasing but with an underlying concern that made my heart ski
skip.
“Shut up.” Tuil
over again “You’re
Dante leaned back against the desk, his arms crossed as he watched me with a predatory gue that made me feel like prey
prey all ove beautiful you know that
“Don’t start,” I warned, though my voice wavered. His complimenes ahrays had a way of undoing me, of chipping away at the walls Ed worked so hard
to build
I mean ” He straightened,
“You have no idea,” I muntered, stepping away to retrieve my pants from the floor. I couldn’t face him for much longer without completely losing myself, without surrendering to the pull he had overme. “Treed a shower.”
“And food,” added.
“Sure. You’re probably starving after I that effort.” He smirked.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Dance.”
