Impure Love (Dark Mafia Duet #2)

24. Dante

24

DANTE

A s we pull up to the mansion, I can't shake the feeling that I want to kiss her. My original plan was to ravage her the moment her heels touched the marble floor, but now, I find myself wanting something more. I hold the door open for her, watching as she smiles and walks past me. I close the door and then grab her, forcefully pinning her against it.

She gasps, her eyes widening with fear, but I can't help but harden at the sight. I lean in, my lips just inches from hers.

She swallows, her breath hitching as she looks up at me.

I ignore the nagging feeling that I feel something more than just obsession for her. Instead, I focus on the desire coursing through my veins. I capture her lips in a brutal kiss, my tongue demanding entry. She moans, her body responding to mine despite her fear.

I pull away, my breathing ragged as I look down at her. "Lo0k at you. You want this as much as I do," I say, my voice filled with conviction.

She hesitates for a moment before nodding. "Yes," she whispers, her voice filled with longing.

I smirk, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. "Good," I say, my voice filled with authority. "Because I'm not going to stop until I've claimed every inch of you."

I hold her gaze, my hips still pinning her to the wall. Her chest rises and falls quickly, almost panting from the tension and arousal between us. I relish the sight of her like this—caught between fear and desire, unable to hide what she truly wants.

"Upstairs," I command, stepping back but not breaking eye contact.

She hesitates for a split second before pushing off the wall, her legs shaky but determined. I follow closely, every step echoing through the hallway, a reminder of the power I hold over her. We reach the grand staircase, and I place a hand on her lower back, guiding her up each step.

When we step into the room, I let the door close behind us with a resounding thud. The air between us crackles with tension. Aliyah stands still, her eyes fixed on me, waiting. I revel in her anticipation.

"Strip," I order, my voice leaving no room for argument.

Her eyes widen, and she hesitates, her hands trembling. "What if I say no?"

I arch an eyebrow, stepping closer until our bodies almost touch. "Then I'll make you. But trust me, you'll enjoy it more if you do it yourself."

Her hands move to the hem of her dress, and she slowly lifts it over her head, exposing smooth, caramel skin and a lacy bra that does little to hide her arousal. She shivers, either from the cold air or the intensity of my gaze. Probably both.

I take a step back, letting my eyes roam over her body, appreciating every curve, every inch of exposed skin. "Good girl," I murmur, my voice filled with approval.

The sight loosens my resolve even further. I sit on the bed, legs spread, and gesture for her to come closer, unbuckling my belt with deliberate slowness.

She nods, her eyes darting to my straining cock and then back up to my face. As she reaches me, I turn her around and bend her over my knee.

Her breath catches, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "Dante, what are you?—"

I cut her off with the first smack, my hand connecting hard with her ass. The sound echoes through the room, and she yelps, her body jerking in surprise.

"This is for driving me fucking crazy," I growl, landing another smack. Her skin warms under my hand, and I rub the stinging sensation out, letting my fingers slip between her legs.

Her slickness is undeniable, and I groan darkly. "Do you like this?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous.

She whimpers, her breathing quickening. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I circle her clit with my fingers, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. Each stroke elicits a gasp, her body responding to me despite the fear and confusion in her eyes.

"Say it." I say, my voice a possessive growl.

"I'm yours," she cries without prompting, her voice trembling.

I increase the pressure, watching her face contort with pleasure. Her breaths come faster, each one a testament to my control over her. The power I hold in this moment is intoxicating.

"Good girl," I murmur, savoring her submission. "Now, get up." She moves over and I stand, undressing quickly, my eyes never leaving hers.

She watches, her breath hitching as each piece of clothing hits the floor. I sit back on the edge of the bed, naked, my cock already hard and ready. I pull her towards me, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her pussy, dripping and hot, slicks against my shaft.

"Fuck," I murmur, watching as she sharply inhales, her eyes widening at the contact. I grasp her tightly by the hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. Leaning in, I guide my nose along her skin, humming in approval as she squirms in my lap. Her scent, a mix of fear and arousal, is intoxicating.

"You feel that?" I ask, tilting my hips up, my cock sliding against her wetness. "That's what you do to me."

I tilt my hips again, this time pressing harder, the head of my cock pushing against her entrance. She gasps, her nails digging into my skin. I can feel her heart racing, her body tense with anticipation.

"You want this, don't you?" I growl, my voice low and demanding. "You want me to fuck you, to claim you."

She nods, a small, desperate movement. "Yes," she breathes out, her eyes locked onto mine.

I smirk, satisfied with her submission. With one hard thrust, I slip my cock inside her, filling her completely. She cries out, her body arching against mine. I hold her there, my grip on her hair unyielding, as I begin to move, setting a relentless pace that leaves her gasping for breath.

I flip her onto her back, the mattress barely containing the force. Her eyes widen, but I don't give her time to react. I slam into her, feeling her tighten around me, a groan ripping from my throat. "Fuck, you feel amazing."

She gasps, her hands fluttering up to my chest, unsure whether to push me away or pull me closer. I make the decision for her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. My other hand finds her tit, squeezing hard before delivering a sharp slap.

"Dante!" she cries out, arching her back, her body trembling beneath me.

"That's right, say my fucking name," I growl, my hips driving into her relentlessly. Each thrust makes her whimper, her body jolting with the force. I can feel her getting close, her pussy clenching around me.

I lean down, my mouth covering hers, swallowing her moans. My tongue invades her mouth, claiming it, owning it. I break the kiss just as she's about to come. "Don't you dare come," I warn, my voice low and dangerous. "Not until I say so."

Her eyes widen, pleading. "Please," she whimpers.

"Please what?" I taunt, slowing my thrusts, teasing her.

"Please, Dante," she begs, her voice trembling.

I grin, a dark and twisted smile. "That's better." I flip her over onto her stomach, my hand wrapping around her throat, pulling her back flush against me. My other hand slips down, finding her clit, teasing it with light strokes.

"You want to come, don't you?" I murmur in her ear, my thrusts slow and shallow, driving her crazy.

"Yes," she gasps, her body trembling with the effort to hold back.

"Beg me," I demand, my hand tightening around her throat, my fingers working her clit faster.

"Please, Dante," she pleads, her voice barely a whisper. "Please let me come."

"Not yet," I growl, my hips moving faster, my cock driving deeper. I can feel her struggling to hold herself together, her body shaking with the effort. It's fucking beautiful. "Beg me again."

"Please," she sobs, her voice breaking. "Please, Dante. Please let me come."

I grin, satisfied with her submission. "Good girl," I murmur, my hand tightening around her throat, my fingers working her clit faster and faster. "Now, come for me."

My thrusts pick up speed, each one drawing a gasp from deep within her. I can feel her tightening around me, her body responding to mine in a way that's driving me fucking insane. I'm barely holding it together, every nerve ending igniting as I circle her clit faster, finding that spot that makes her eyes roll back.

"You feel that?" I growl, my voice low and ragged. "That's me owning you, Aliyah."

She whimpers, her nails digging into my back, her body arching against mine. I can feel her getting close, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants.

"Good girl," I murmur, my fingers working her clit faster, harder. "Now, come for me. Let me hear you scream my name."

Her body tenses, her breath hitching as she teeters on the edge. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, her pulse racing in time with mine. And then, she falls apart, her orgasm ripping through her, her cry echoing through the room.

"Dante!"

The sound of my name on her lips sends me over the edge. A groan tears from my throat as I come so hard inside her, I see fucking stars. My body shudders, every muscle tensing as waves of pleasure crash over me. I collapse onto her, my breath ragged, my heart pounding.

"Fuck," I murmur, my voice hoarse. "That was..."

I trail off, unable to find the words. I roll off her, pulling her against me, her back to my chest. She's trembling, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, feeling her heartbeat slowly return to normal.

"You okay?" I ask, my voice softening slightly.

She nods, her breath hitching. "Yeah," she whispers. "I'm okay."

I press a kiss to her shoulder, my arms tightening around her. "Good," I murmur. "Because we're not done yet."