“Turn over,” I whispered softly, caressing her cheek as I pulled out.
Her eyes widened, and then her lips curved upward, just a little, enough to tell me she liked what I had in mind.
Once she was flipped onto her hands and knees, her juicy ass and beautiful, long back placed before me like a sculpture of fine making, I felt my cock scream in protest to get back to her warmth.
I gripped her hips and pushed back inside.
This angle was even better, allowing me to go deeper, to hit that spot inside her that made her moan my name. I slid one hand up her spine, watching the graceful curve of her back as I took her.
The sight of her drove me to near madness.
I tangled a hand in her hair, just holding to keep her in place as I rolled into her, again and again, until we reached a rhythm that had us both panting.
The only sounds were skin slapping against skin. Moans and gasps. The creaking old couch.
“You feel so good.” I watched my balls push against her and felt my cock throb.
She pushed back against me in a frenzy that told me we’d crossed over from sweet to fucking wild.
I gripped her hips so damn hard, maybe even enough to leave marks, and repeatedly slammed into her with each passing second. We were going fast, and she was tightening around me, starting to flutter.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, feeling her getting closer. “Come for me, Alisa. Let me feel you.”
“Oh my god, Dante!” she screamed into the room, and that’s when I felt her pulse against me. Even though I needed to spill, I held on, just a few more seconds, with every ounce of control I could muster.
I kept my pace steady. Hit that right spot. Until I knew, for certain, that I’d drawn out her orgasm as long as I could.
Then I buried myself as deep as I could, and the world went dark as a burst of pleasure swept through my veins, rushing to my head, leaving stars in my vision.
Chapter 20 - Alisa
“When do you think they’ll be here?” I asked nervously and checked the time on the wall clock.
“Soon,” Dante said, giving me a soft smile. “Would you like a glass of wine to take the edge off?”
I shook my head and managed to mutter a no thanks of some sort. I didn’t care if he heard. I was way too strung up.
My stomach had twisted itself with anxiety over this upcoming meeting. It had been Dante’s suggestion to let his brothers know what we had learned about my father’s involvement with the Pavlovs, along with what he promised them: Me.
That morning, over breakfast, Dante had filled me in on everything he knew about the Pavlovs. By the end of it, one thing became clear. They weren’t the type of men who gave up.
“If they’re coming for you, Alisa,” Dante pleased. “We need all the help we can get. Which means we need my family’s support.”
I knew he was right. Even if I didn’t want to face the truth, the truth was what it was. Dante was insistent that we had to get my security in order.
I paced his office from end to end.
Dante watched me for a while, then spoke. “Alisa, we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”
I stopped pacing and faced him. “No, I am. I just… “ My voice trailed off. What could I say? That a part of me still wished his family would not pass judgements on my father?
Somewhere in my heart, I still believed my father made a mistake and that he wasn’t as evil as the conversation we were about to have would make him out to be.
Just then, we heard the voices down the hallway, growing louder. The Lebedev brothers were here.
I threw a nervous glance Dante’s way, and he leaned over to give me a soft, reassuring kiss on my forehead, pulling back just as the door opened.
Caspian, Federico, Giovanni, Luca, and Achille walked in, and I fought the urge to shrink back. I knew what they were.
