There's a tug in my core as his hold tightens over me. The musky scent of his body clouds my head, making me want only one thing.
"I think you're being too hard on Enzo," I whisper.
There's a flutter in my chest. It still feels new for me to say exactly what's on my mind without the fear of being reprimanded.
“I disagree,” he replies.
“Maybe you should put yourself in his shoes,” I whisper. “Nothing about this situation is normal. Especially for him.”
"Nobodydisrespects my wife," Dante says.
My breath catches in my throat. The possessive way he said “my wife” goes straight to my head.
“Where are we going?” I ask, trying to keep my breathing even.
“Somewhere I can devour you the way I wanted to at the altar,” he says. “I’m going to take you back to the fashion show with my come dripping out of your pussy.”
My cheeks burn.
It's one thing for him to whisper these things in the dead of night. It's another thing entirely for him to say it in broad daylight.
"Are you getting shy on me, Grace?" he asks.
"Yes, and I'm also wondering how you’re so brazen all the time,” I reply.
"Because I know you," he says. "And I know exactly what turns you on.”
My cheeks grow heated again, but for a different reason this time.
He does know me.
Better than most people, in fact.
We enter a secluded wing of the museum. Sunlight spills across a wide, open gallery filled with seascapes. I inhale softly, afraid to break the spell.
I’m the sole focus of Dante’s attention.
He places me down on my feet and presses me up against a wall.
“I was going to wait until the day was over, but I can't go another second without your sweet little pussy wrapped around my cock," he says, bunching the hem of my dress and dragging it up my thighs.
Heat uncurls inside me like a forbidden flower.
"You're mine in every way now,” he says, pressing his mouth to my temple. His hand cups my pussy and kneads it roughly. “You belong to me. Only to me."
He pushes my panties to the side and drags a finger over my slit, making me shudder. His face is inches from mine now. I can see entire galaxies in the blacks of his pupils. I feel like I can see all the way down to his soul.
And despite the world we live in, it's pure.
It's untainted.
"I had a whole thing planned," he says. “Dinner at a Michelin-star restaurant, then a midnight drive through the city. Our first time was going to be beautiful. But look at what you made me do, little girl. I had to drag you somewhere private just so I could touch your wet little pussy. I'm about to fuck you like you're a secret."
His cock is so big against my belly, pulsing with need.
My body is a reflection of his desire.
Both of us are breathing hard. There’s so much coursing through my veins that it makes my eyes burn.
