Claimed And Dominated

            OLIVIA

          

        

          

        

          My knees went weak and I grabbed Dante’s shirt, pulling him closer to me as the kiss lingered. 

          

        

          

        

          His tongue pushed into my mouth, and his hand slid down, cupping my ass. 

          

        

          

        

          I shouldn’t be doing this. Yet, I was. 

          

        

          

        

          He moved from my lips to my cheeks, trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck. My head tilted back instinctively, offering him more of me, as his hot breath scorched my flesh, sending jolts of heat straight to my core.

          

        

          

        

          Pushing me against the wall, his palms touched my legs, lifting my dress up until he found bare thigh.

          

        

          

        

          “You want this,” he whispered, wrapping his hands around my neck in a way that sent shivers down my spine. 

          

        

          

        

          I nodded, eyes half-shut, and my lips parted.

          

        

          

        

          “Say it.” He demanded.

          

        

          

        

          “I want this,” I whimpered, my words ending with a moan as he smacked my ass.

          

        

          

        

          “You’re perfect,” he groaned. “Every fucking inch.”

          

        

          

        

          He released me abruptly, stepping back. Then he shrugged off his shirt, revealing hard muscle and scars across his shoulder. I stared. 

          

        

          

        

          Then he stepped back in and cupped my breast. They tingled as he palmed and squeezed them through the lace.

          

        

          

        

          I moaned, and he lifted me, forcing my legs to wrap around him. Planting me against the wall, he peered up at me and shook his head. “You don’t have to fight me, okay?” 

          

        

          

        

          And then he darted in. His mouth closed around my chest, kissing the tops of my breasts, biting softly, and sucking my skin. I rocked against him, desperate for his cock that pushed against my thighs.

          

        

          

        

          “You feel that?” he growled and his cock twitched, showing just how much he wanted me. “That’s what you do to me.”

          

        

          

        

          The words barely left his mouth before he claimed my lips again. I stiffened for half a second before melting into him. His hand trailed to the back of my neck, his fingers tangled in my hair.

          

        

          

        

          “You’re not fat, Dolcezza,” he breathed against my lips. “You’re beautiful.”

          

        

          

        

          The kiss deepened, and I didn’t want to stop—couldn’t. The ache between my legs only grew.

          When was the last time I was wanted like this? Touched like this?

          

        

          

        

          When was the last time I actually felt something?

          

        

          

        

          Dominic was my first and I always assumed he was the best. But now, it was clear—he didn’t know how to touch a woman.

          

        

          

        

          Dante? His touch burned into me. In minutes, I was soaked, my body betraying me, responding to him in ways I couldn’t control.

          

        

          

        

          “As much as I want to ask if you want me to stop…” Dante moaned into my ears. “I won’t, because you’re mine tonight.”

          

        

          

        

          I pulled away, gasping for breath, as I tried to understand the words that were pouring hotly into my ears. Even if he had asked, I wouldn’t dare ask him to stop now.

          

        

          

        

          With a hiss, he claimed my lips again as if he’d die if he didn't get enough of them. Then with a rough squeeze of my ass, he pulled away, letting me land on my feet softly.

          

        

          

        

          I flushed, watching as he moved toward his bed, his muscles hard.

          

        

          

        

          “Take your clothes off and come here.”

          

        

          

        

          Maybe it was my submissive nature, maybe it was his voice but I slowly peeled my dress off, letting it land on the bedroom floor.

          

        

          

        

          His eyes raked over my body slowly, from my strapless bra to my thong. With a sharp exhale, he flicked his finger up and down. “Take it all off.”

          

        

          

        

          I should have stopped then. I should have taken into consideration that he was Dominic’s best friend but instead, my fingers shook as I pushed my soaked thong down my legs and took my bra off. 

          

        

          

        

          As soon as I reached him, he lowered himself on the bed. I stood between his legs and he forced me to sit. As I straddled him, his lips closed around my nipples as he sucked slowly, his tongue sending shivers through me. I could feel my wetness pooling, soaking onto his trousers as he cupped my breasts, still sucking.

          

        

          

        

          With a soft moan, I buried my hands in his hair as he sucked, pulling him to me like I needed him closer than he already was. Then he squeezed and slapped my ass again, his hand guiding my hips to grind against his erection.

          

        

          

        

          “Take it out.” He growled, pulling away and staring deep into my eyes. His words, the way he talked me through it like it was my first time made me act without thinking, obeying his every command.

          

        

          

        

          Getting on my knees, my hands trembled as I pulled his pants down, revealing his hard and waiting cock.

          

        

          

        

          My eyes met his as I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the heat of him throb against my palm. 

          

        

          

        

          Still staring at him, I lowered my head and wrapped my lips around him. A small moan escaped his lips as I rubbed him across my tongue, moving my head slowly.

          

        

          

        

          He spread his thigh further, one hand grabbing my hair while the other supported him on the bed. 

          

        

          

        

          I took the full length of his cock, sucking until he hit the back of my throat and my eyes watered.

          

        

          

        

          His reaction as his stomach tightened sent shivers through me and I sucked faster, deeper, feeling a warm feeling between my thighs.

          

        

          

        

          “Yes, that’s it.” He moaned, throwing his head back as I quickened my pace. “Make it messier.” He added, gripping my hair tighter. 

          

        

          

        

          So I gave it to him. 

          

        

          

        

          Spit dripping down my chin, his cock glistening, I licked along the side, sucked one of his balls into my mouth and made him groan so loud the sound echoed. 

          

        

          

        

          I sucked harder, taking him until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to pull off, but with his tight grip on my hair, he brought me back and filled my mouth with his cock. 

          

        

          

        

          “Fuck.” He groaned, moving his hips faster. Then just as I felt him twitch inside me, he pulled me away from him, breathing heavily.

          

        

          

        

          Before I could speak, he lifted me, and pinned me on the bed beside him.

          

        

          

        

          “You’re on the pill, right? Cause I don’t pull out.” He asked, his fingers circling my belly button.

          

        

          

        

          I nodded. “Ye…”

          

        

          

        

          Before I finished, he grabbed my hips and slid between my legs, his body fitting perfectly against mine. His lips found mine again, slower this time as his hands gripped my thigh and pulled them over his waist.

          

        

          

        

          Then he thrust inside me, my wetness slicking around his cock. I tensed and a gasp choked out of me.

          

        

          

        

          Our bodies slapped together, sweat slicking our skin as our lips met again.

          

        

          

        

          He filled me, inch by inch, stretching me until I gasped, my arms wrapping around him. My body tingled with pleasure, the heat building with each movement. 

          

        

          

        

          As he thrust faster, I planted my hands on his chest, fingers digging into the muscle there, needing something to hold on as he pushed me closer to an orgasm. With my eyes shut, I threw my head back, the tightness in my core pulsing. 

          

        

          

        

          “Da…n…t—”

          

        

          

        

          “Look at me,” he panted.

          

        

          

        

          I opened my eyes.

          

        

          

        

          “Dominic was wrong,” He rasped, his lips brushing mine. “You feel so fucking good.”

          

        

          

        

          He pulled back, then thrust in again, harder this time.

          

        

          

        

          I cried out, lifting my hips to meet him as he slammed into me, over and over. My moans grew louder as he thrust deeper.

          

        

          

        

          He fucked me like he’d been craving it for years. Like I was the only woman who had ever mattered.

          

        

          

        

          I clung to him, my body tightening around him.

          

        

          

        

          His hand slipped down, fingers finding my clit, and rubbing fast in circles that made my legs shake.

          

        

          

        

          “Oh please,” I gasped. “Dante—”

          

        

          

        

          “He said no man would want you?” He thrust harder into me. “Good. That means you’re mine now.”

          

        

          

        

          The sensation of him deep inside me drove me to the edge and I gripped him, moaning as he fucked me faster. Sweet, hot pleasure built inside me and I moaned into his mouth, biting his buttons lips softly.

          

        

          

        

          When he lowered his head and sucked my nipple, the pleasure boiled over and I shuddered, grabbing a fistful of his hair before the release shot through me, stealing my breath.

          

        

          

        

          At the same moment, his body stiffened and his grip on my waist tightened as he thrust faster.

          

        

          

        

          “I’m going to finish inside you.” He groaned, slamming inside me with one final thrust. His masculine moan rumbled against my skin as he spilled inside me and buried his face in my neck, breathing hard.

          

        

          

        

          We laid there tangled, sweaty, our breath fast. I brushed his damp hair back from his forehead. “That was…”

          

        

          

        

          He lifted his head, eyes on me. “Not enough.”

          

        

          

        

          Before I could respond, he slid down my body. My stomach tightened and I bit my lip as my thighs twitched with anticipation.

          

        

          

        

          “Dante…” I whispered.

          

        

          

        

          He didn’t answer. Just parted my legs and lowered himself between them.