Impure Love (Dark Mafia Duet #2)

26. Dante

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DANTE

I rip Aliyah's lace bra from her body, the delicate fabric tearing in my grip. Her breath hitches, eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and something else. Excitement, maybe. It's intoxicating.

"Did you enjoy talking to them?" I hiss, my voice low and dangerous. "All those men looking at you like you're theirs?"

She shakes her head, her lips trembling. "No, I?—"

I cut her off, gripping her roughly and spinning her towards the desk in the corner. "You are mine," I growl, pressing her against the cold wood. "Only mine."

She whimpers, her fear palpable, but there's a spark in her eyes that drives me wild. I lift my hand and bring it down hard on her ass, the sound echoing in the room. She gasps, the sting of the slap making her arch her back.

"Is this what you want?" I ask, my voice dripping with possessiveness. "To be punished for making me feel this way?"

She doesn't answer, just bites her lip, trying to stifle a moan. I spank her again, harder this time, leaving a mark on her skin.

"Answer me," I demand, my hand tangling in her hair, pulling her head back so she has to look at me. "Do you want this?"

"Yes," she finally breathes, her voice shaky but honest. "Yes, I want it."

Her admission fuels my desire, and I bend her further over the desk, my hands roaming over her bare skin. The heat of her body seeps into me, making it hard to think clearly.

I slide my hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready. "You're soaked," I murmur, my fingers teasing her. "You like being punished, don't you?"

"Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I can't control myself. The sight of her, bent over the desk, is too much. My hands fumble with the button on my pants, the fabric giving way as I free my cock. Her slick arousal glistens, a beacon, calling to me. I thrust against her, the head of my cock pressing into her wet heat.

Yanking her head to the side, I growl in her ear, "You want this?"

She whimpers, her body trembling under my grip. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I pull her hair harder, making her gasp. "Say it louder."

"Yes," she cries out, her voice shaky but clear.

I slam into her with a forceful thrust, her cry echoing in the room. "Yes, let them hear you," I command, the arousal coursing through me like a man crazed. Her pussy clamps around me, making me roar.

My hands roam over her body, gripping her hips, pulling her closer with each thrust. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, a symphony of raw need. I feel her tighten around me, her body responding to every rough movement.

"Tell me you belong to me," I demand, my voice rough.

"I belong to you," she breathes, her voice hitching with every thrust.

Her words drive me wild. I pound into her harder, my grip on her hips bruising. The desk creaks under our weight, but I don't care. All that matters is the feel of her around me, the way her body submits to mine.

"Good girl," I murmur, my breath hot against her ear. "You take me so well."

Her moans grow louder, her body quivering. I feel her nearing the edge, her arousal dripping down my cock. I thrust deeper, hitting that spot that makes her cry out.

I grip her hip with one hand, feeling the curve of her body under my fingertips. My other hand snakes around her, grasping her tit firmly. Her breath hitches, a gasp escaping her lips. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, a raw, primal rhythm that drives me wild.

"You like that, don't you?" I growl, my voice low and demanding. "You like being fucked like this."

She moans, her voice a mix of pleasure and defiance. "Yes," she admits, her grip on the desk tightening.

I pinch her nipple hard, drawing out a cry from deep within her. "Louder," I command, my thrusts becoming harder, more insistent. "I want to hear you scream."

Her body responds to my touch, her hips moving in sync with mine. She's so wet, so ready for me. I move my other hand to circle her clit, feeling her body tense under my touch.

"Dante," she breathes, her voice barely a whisper.

"What is it, Aliyah?" I taunt, my hands exploring every inch of her body. "You want more? You want me to fuck you harder?"

She nods, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, please" she whispers, her voice filled with need.

I lean in, my breath hot against her ear. "Beg for it," I demand, my voice a low growl. "Beg for me to fuck you harder."

Her body shudders, her grip on the desk tightening. "Please," she begs, her voice a mix of desperation and desire. "Please, Dante. Fuck me harder."

Her words ignite something within me, a primal need to claim her, to possess her completely. I thrust into her with renewed force, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto me. The sound of our bodies colliding echoes through the room.

"That's it," I growl, my voice filled with satisfaction. "Take it. Take all of me."

I feel her body tighten around me, her moans growing louder as I thrust deeper. She's close, so close, and I can't help but feel a primal satisfaction at the thought of her coming apart in my arms. But I want to draw this out, to savor every moment of her submission.

I bite down hard on her shoulder, the taste of her skin sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I pinch her clit, hard, and she screams, her body convulsing as she tries to pull away. But I won't let her go. I hold her tight, my fingers digging into her hips as I continue to pound into her.

I turn her head towards me, my lips seeking out the tears that are sliding down her cheeks. I lick them off, savoring the salty taste, and she moans, her body trembling beneath me. I can feel her walls clenching around me, her orgasm building, and I know I won't be able to hold out much longer.

But I won't let her come just yet. I pull out, her whimpers of protest filling the room, and flip her over pulling her to the floor and onto her back. I spread her legs wide, my gaze lingering on the sight of her glistening wetness. I lean down, my tongue tracing a path up her inner thigh, and she gasps, her hips bucking towards me.

"Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Please, Dante."

I smile, a wicked grin that makes her shiver. "Please what?" I ask, my voice low and husky. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," she says, her voice filled with desperation. "I want you to keep fucking me. Hard."

I groan, my cock throbbing at the sound of her words. I position myself at her entrance, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust into her with one swift motion. She cries out, her body arching off the floor as I fill her completely. I pull out slowly, savoring the feel of her tightness, before slamming back into her again.

I can feel her walls clenching around me, her orgasm building. I won't be able to hold out much longer. I pull out again, her whimpers of protest filling the room, and flip her over onto her stomach. I enter her from behind, my hands gripping her hips as I pound into her with a ferocity that takes my breath away.

Her body trembles beneath me, her moans growing louder as I push her closer and closer to the edge. I switch things up, alternating between slow, deep thrusts and hard, fast ones, until she's crying out my name, her body convulsing as she finally comes apart in my arms.

I follow her over the edge, my own orgasm tearing through me like a wildfire. I collapse onto her, my breath ragged as I try to catch my breath. I can feel her heart racing beneath me, her body still trembling as she tries to come down from the high.

I roll off of her, my arms wrapping around her as I pull her close. I can feel her heartbeat slowing, her breathing evening out, and I know that she's finally at peace. I press a kiss to her forehead, my lips lingering on her skin as I whisper the words that I know she needs to hear.

"I'm never letting you go," I say, my voice low and possessive.

I stay still for a moment, just feeling her in my arms. Her heartbeat slows, syncing with mine. Reality nudges me—the party's still going on outside. I pull back, looking at her.

"We need to get dressed," I say, my voice steady. I grab my clothes, tossing hers to her. Her dress has seen better days, a few seams loose, but it'll do for the rest of the night.

She steps into it, her back to me. I zip her up, my fingers brushing against her soft skin. "Back to the party," I murmur in her ear.

She turns, her eyes meeting mine. "Can't we just go home?" she pleads, her voice soft.

I chuckle, a low sound in my throat. "Not yet, sweetheart. I've still got work to do here."

She pouts, her full lips tempting me to kiss her again. I give in, gripping her cheeks and claiming her mouth. She melts into me, her body pressing against mine. When I pull back, I give her a nudge and a playful slap on the ass.

"Let's go," I say, unlocking the door. The sound of the party spills in, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. I step out, her hand in mine, ready to face the crowd again.