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I stared into her eyes and leaned in, breathing in deeply, my nostrils flaring. Fuck, I was so damn hard, my cock throbbing from the blow job and then the chase. “What’s your name?” I growled. Demanded. She pursed her lips and shook her head. I bared my teeth, showing her with just my eyes and expression she better fucking obey. “M-Melanie.” I placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down. Melanie stared at me with wide, teary eyes, her long, blonde hair a wild, tangled mess around her face. The moon cut through the trees above, and I leaned back slightly to look at her body. She wore a little, white tank and some cut-off shorts. Her legs were long, and I bet her pussy was fucking beautiful. She could pretend she was afraid, and I’m sure she was, but I smelled her pretty, drenched cunt. I’d seen the way her pupils dilated, heard her rapid breathes when she looked at my enormous cock. She licked her pink, swollen lips, and I couldn’t stop myself from running my thumb over her mouth, pulling her bottom lip down and letting it snap back in place. Tears streamed down Melanie’s cheeks as she stared up at me. My cock was so fucking hard it ached. My balls were full and drawn up, ready to fill every hole she possessed. I reached down, gripped the thin straps of her tank, and tore the fabric from her body in one forceful pull. Her tits were covered by a thin cotton bra, but I got rid of that shit, too. Her little, perfect tits popped free, and her crying intensified. “Pretty girl.” I palmed one of her breasts. “That’s better,” I murmured. “Such a good girl.” I unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling out my throbbing cock. Her eyes were so wide as she lowered her gaze to where it bobbed in front of her gorgeous, tear-streaked face. I reached down and groped myself, and in that moment, her fear became almost tangible. I saw it, smelled it… tasted it in the air. Melanie tried to fight me, slapping my legs, screaming as loud as she could. She tried to make a run for it, but I was ready. “You’re insane. You’re a perverted monster,” Melanie whispered, but I heard the anger in her voice. Adrenaline and excitement pumped through my veins, claiming me so I needed to dominate and control Melanie in all the ways that turned me the fuck on and got me off. I tangled my hand in her hair, and I inhaled deeply with pleasure when she cried out and her lips parted, letting the sound escape. I yanked her head back, and she gasped. When I bent down, I dragged my tongue up the side of her face, licking her tears. She sobbed, and I groaned, my cock jerking, pre-cum leaking out the tip. “Keep crying for me, sweet girl.” I pulled her head back and made her look at my bobbing erection. “You see what you do to me?” Her soft whimpering made my balls ache. “Take your shorts and panties off.” “No. Fuck you,” she snarled, and I grinned. I used my hold on her hair and forced her to stand, and while I stared into her eyes, I ripped her shorts and panties off. “You sick bastard.” Yeah. I sure as fuck was. I brought her panties to my nose and inhaled. “You smell incredible, but more than that,” I said and showed her the material, crotch outward, “your panties are wet because you’re turned on.” I needed to fuck her right here on the dirty, hard forest ground until I was buried deep in her cunt, and my balls were pressed to her little ass. “Why me?” she whispered, but there was fire spitting out of her eyes and aimed right at me. If she had her way, Melanie would have cut my cock and balls off. In one swift move, I had us both on the ground with me on top of her, her legs forced open, and her teeth bared as she cursed me out and slapped at my face. “Relax. This’ll be good.” I was big and strong, and she was so small and three times younger than me. Melanie was no match for my disgusting need. I leaned back and looked at her cunt, my mouth watering when I saw her pussy, a dark blonde landing strip of hair right down the center. She tried to close her legs, but I growled, “Keep these pretty legs open for me, my gorgeous whore.” I leaned forward and gently brushed my fingers over her cunt before bringing my hand back and slapping her tight, little pussy. She cried out, and I swatted her cunt again. The pussy spanks weren’t gentle. I wanted them to hurt. I was consumed by my insatiable need for Melanie. My body leaned into her as my hands glided over her soft skin, feeling my way up and down her flat belly and perfect tits. I smoothed my fingers over her puffy pussy lips. I could hear her whimpering, but everything faded in the background as my own selfish need took control. I shifted up her body, using my weight to keep her pinned down. Gripping her jaw, I forced her mouth open and shoved my cock into her mouth. I hummed as I face-fucked her. After only a few seconds of me fucking her face, saliva dripped out the corners of her mouth. She sawed her legs on the ground, clearly having trouble keeping up with my intense thrusting. I wanted to come so fucking badly, but I’d blow my wad deep in her tiny cunt. After sevrl more thrusts, I forced myself to pull out of her mouth. “Want me to lick this pussy? Make you cry harder because you get off and fucking hate yourself because it feels so good?” It was a question, but I didn’t expect her to answer. With my cock out of her mouth, I grabbed her wrists with one hand and held her down as I shifted lower until my shoulders kept her legs open and my face hovered right over her bared pussy lips. I brushed the tip of my nose along her sweet, soaked snatch. “Little girl. Mmm, you smell so good. I bet you taste sweeter,” I growled against her drenched slit. I slid my other hand up her inner thigh, dragging my blunt nails into her flesh until I knew it slightly hurt and she mewled. “Gonna suck and eat out this little twat now, little girl. And you’re gonna come for me like the dirty, beautiful whore you are.”"One," Dante's grip shifts as he tilts my head just so, his thumb stroking my lip just like he did back at the shop. I'm silent."Two," he takes a step closer, his chest brushing mine, my nipples hardening beneath my shirt. I should say no, I should push him away, but I don't. I don't want to. I want him to kiss me, to see how far this thing will go.I signed my life away; I might as well enjoy it."Three." He doesn't wait, his lips crashing down on mine, his tongue pushing past the seam of my lips as his hands wrap around my waist, pulling me against him. His kiss is deep, rough, and unrelenting, and I let him dominate me, my knees weak and shaking.It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m drowning. I’m flying.The elevator dings, but I barely hear it. Dante grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the elevator, and in a few steps, we're in the penthouse with the door slamming behind us. Dante grabs my other wrist, pinning my hands above my head as he kisses me again. Now that we're
It’s going to be a long ninety days.By the timebreakfast is over, some of Dante's staff have moved my clothes from home into my new room, and I'm able to change. Dante tells me we have an appointment, and I should wear tight clothing. I'm careful with my next question, knowing that he doesn't want me to push back, but I'm still too curious to go along with whatever mysterious plans he's made.When I ask, Dante informs me we're going to a high-end boutique clothing store where I will be measured for my new wardrobe. He gives me a grin when I look skeptical, but doesn't elaborate. Instead, he leads me out of the penthouse where a blacked-out SUV is waiting, but this time the valet simply hands Dante the keys and walks away."Just you and me today," he says, opening the passenger door. "And since I know you're dying to ask, we're getting you a wardrobe fit because I only want the best for you. Like I said earlier," His hand grazes my leg as he moves to shut the door, and it makes gooseb
ISLAWhen I wake up, it's to the low drone of the city outside. It's raining--again--and the enormous windows of my new bedroom mean that I hear the pitter-patter of every drop that strikes the side of the building.Wait, new bedroom?It takes a moment for reality to catch up to me. I'm not at home in my cozy little apartment; I'm in the guest bedroom of Dante Vale's home, which will apparently bemyhome for the next few months.I lie still with that knowledge for some time, letting it all soak in.I have to admit, it isn't all that bad yet. The penthouse is huge and spacious, with all of the modern amenities. The view from the window is amazing, and Dante left me to my own devices after he showed me my room.I'm still filled with anxiety about what my signature on that contract of his really means. I'm not so much of a fool that I didn't pick up on how flirty he was. Well, actually, flirty doesn'tseem like the right word for Dante Vale. Intensely seductive seems to fit better, which m
"You're welcome. It'll take some getting used to, but you're learning quickly."Her jaw clenches, and she stares out the window. I don't mind the silence. It gives me plenty of time to think about all the things I plan to do to her once she's settled in.The restof the drive passes without incident, and by the time we arrive at my penthouse, Isla seems to have calmed down a bit. I let her go ahead of me into the elevator, watching the sway of her hips, the way her dress hugs her ass. I'm not going to be able to control myself much longer, and I want her to come to me of her own free will."This is a very fancy building," she says as we ride up to the top floor."It's convenient. Not too far from downtown, but far enough away from the hustle and bustle that it's quiet. Plus, there's a pool on the roof.""I like to swim," she admits. "Dad and I used to go to the lake during the summer."I file away that piece of information for later. There are plenty of situations involving Isla, water
DANTETwo years haven't changed Isla Cross at all. If anything, it's only made her more irresistible.The last time I saw her was at a charity dinner that I was invited to attend. Her father was there, too, and he had brought his daughter as his plus one.I had noticed her laugh first, high and clear and genuine, not quiet and controlled like everyone else who was too concerned with appearances. I remember turning, immediately forgetting whatever investor I was talking to, and being captivated. In a room full of carefully polished and put-together people, Isla was so bright and alive that she almost didn't seem real. Her hair was caught in a single band, curling down her back, shimmering honey-blond instead of dyed platinum. Isla is petite, and the royal blue, floor-length dress she wore was modest enough for the event, but showed me how sinfully curvy she is. Apart from everything else, it was her sweet, heart-shaped face that had me bordering on obsession before we even spoke a word
It isn't long before we reach the bistro. The driver comes around to open the door and help me out, but I barely notice him. My perception has narrowed down to just what's in front of me. I have to focus on putting one foot in front of the other so I don't chicken out, call my dad, and tell him to handle his own nonsense. But I've come this far, I might as well hear Mr. Vale out. The driver leads me past the hostess stand, where I open my clutch and pull out the note that came with the roses, handing it over. The host’s eyes flick over it, and she nods, wordlessly motioning for me to follow her. The inside of the bistro is dimly lit, with dark hardwood floors and walls decorated with black and white photos of various places in Seattle. I can smell garlic, seared meat, and expensive wine. My guide stops at the last table, set against the wall in a dim corner. It's hidden away enough that most of the other patrons won't be able to see us. Sitting at the table is a man I immediately k