I sit up in bed and pull my knees toward my chest.
"I don't know what happened," I say. "Or why it happened."
"You just squirted, love," he says, taking me into his arms. "It was hot as fuck."
“I’m so embarrassed,” I say, resting my head against his chest.
"How did it feel while it was happening?" he asks.
I take a deep breath. I'm still high from the orgasm I just had.
"Euphoric," I say. "I never felt anything like it before."
My eyes get heavy as he holds me in his strong arms. I rest my head against his chest and close my eyes for a minute, still reeling from the intense pleasure rushing through my veins.
"You're tired," Dante says, laying my head down on a pillow and spooning me from behind. "Sleep."
"But—"
"Here's how it's going to work from here on out,piccola," he says. "I'm in charge of what your body needs. I decide when you need to be fucked. I decide when it's time for you to suck my cock. And right now, I've decided it's time for you to sleep."
One of his arms clutches me tightly to his chest. It feels like a warm cocoon. He's holding me like I'm someone precious to him.
I try to fight it, but he's right. I’m tired from all the traveling today. And his arms give me that feeling of safety I always craved but never had.
"Dante?" I say.
"Yes,piccola?"
"Thank you for the pink bicycle,” I say. "It's everything I ever dreamed of."
And it’s more than just a bicycle. It’s what it represents. Someone cared enough to think about what would make me happy.
"I'm glad you liked it," he says, stroking my shoulder.
I can feel his heart beating against my bare skin.
I'm doing the one thing I told myself I would never do—I’m falling in love with a criminal.
25
DANTE
She makes me want to give her the world.
As I hold her now, everything feels amplified. I told myself I would never fall in love. I told myself I would never get distracted from my goal.
But it feels inevitable with Grace.
It feels worth it.
I hold her tighter against my chest. The scent of her fills my lungs, carving out space inside me. She's asleep now, but desire still burns through my veins. It doesn't help that I have her naked body pressed up against mine.
I palm one of her big tits and brush my thumb against her nipple. She moans softly in her sleep. Her ass shifts against my cock.
I reach down and stroke myself.
My head fills with mental pictures of Grace on her knees for me, her lips wrapped around my big cock as she stares up at me. When I started fucking her mouth and using her for pleasure, I thought I was going too far. But she liked it.
