Dante’s hips jerk upwards, and I gasp at how large he is. All I want to do is rip his clothes off and wrap my hands around his length.
My breathing quickens as the pit of my stomach begins to tighten, and pressure starts to build in my clit. Dante and I move against each other faster, harder, grasping at each other and holding on tight so nothing can separate us.
Dante’s saliva is warm as it drips down the side of my neck and into the collar of my shirt. With each thrust against me, his teeth grip my neck tighter and tighter, and I start to wonder if it’s actually blood.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, gripping Dante’s shirt as the last of the pressure builds and explodes, tipping me over the edge.
Dante finally lets go of my neck only to bury his face in my shoulder. The enclosed space of his truck is filled with our moans of pleasure and pain. His fingers are a vice on my hips, and I’m sure they’re going to leave delicious bruises even through my pants. I grip his hair at the base of his neck and tug as I rock my hips faster against his, wrenching out every bit of our orgasms until we fall against each other in a sweaty heap.
That was…amazing.
I can’t remember the last time I came so hard, whether with myself or Evan, and I didn’t even have my clothes off.
Shit, Evan.
At the sudden realization of what I’ve just done, I jump off Dante’s lap and reach in the back to grab Lunchbox.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” I say breathlessly, grabbing my purse and opening the door.
“Essence, what’s wrong?” Dante asks as I drop down onto the sidewalk.
“I just cheated on my boyfriend.”
Twice.
And for some reason, I feel incredibly guilty about it.
Dante comes around to my side and steps in front of me to stop me from walking towards the house.
“Hey,” he says gently, running his hands up and down my arms. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not,” I say. Panic starts to make my heart race. “This was a mistake.”
For a moment, Dante doesn’t say anything. His eyes darken with anger, and I try to take a step back, but he doesn’t let me.
“Let me go.”
His grip tightens on my arms; I don’t feel any pain, but I know it’ll leave marks.
“Dante—”
“Are you really going to act like what we just did is wrong?” he asks angrily.
“No, it’s just?—”
“Justwhat, Essence?” he asks heatedly.
Even though he’s angry, I can hear the hurt in his voice. I had no intention of hurting his feelings, but this is so hard for me.
Dante scoffs harshly. “So, you’re still choosing him over me? After everything he’s done to you? And to Lunchbox?”
I run a hand tiredly over my face and sigh. “I’m not choosing him over you, but you have to understand where I'm coming from right now. This isn’t like me. I just cheated on my partner for the first time ever, and it’s a lot for me to handle.”
My stomach tightens at the lie, because I didn’t feel bad about it last night when I was withhim.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go back to your house,” I say quietly, even though I don’t mean it. I’ve never feltso safe in my life, but until I can fix things with Evan, Dante will only complicate it.
He pulls me closer to him, but suddenly, the front door of the house flies open, and Evan storms out, nostrils flaring and eyes blazing.
