Semua Bab Sinful Pleasures: In Bed With His Best Friend : Bab 31 - Bab 40

DANTE She slid her fingers over herself, teasing her clit, and I watched as her eyes rolled back, her hips trembling, and juice spilling over her fingers. Just seeing her like that sent a shiver straight through me. My body tensed, my breath coming in short, rough bursts as I spilled over her even more, heat burning through me. When it was over, I felt both empty and full, still quivering from the force of it. I stood quickly, holding out my hand. She took it, sliding to sit at the edge of the bed. “You’re going to take it,” I said. Before she could fully process it, I guided myself into her mouth, pressing just enough to make her adjust, groaning at the feel of her lips and warmth enveloping me. Her eyes rolled back, her neck arching as she took more of me in her mouth with each thrust. I had promised myself to go easy… but everything about her was driving me insane. Olivia looked up at me, tears in her eyes, as I worked her mouth. Her hands reached out, gripping

OLIVIA The door clicked shut behind me as I stepped into the studio crowded with models. Their chatter faded almost instantly, a few heads turning, and some eyes widening in surprise. Others stayed focused, fixing their makeup, and pretending not to notice. I lifted my chin and straightened my shoulders, walking in as if the silence didn’t touch me. Of course, I felt it, but I wasn’t going to let it get to me. Just like them, I was here for rehearsals, and nothing more. So, I kept my gaze steady, pretending I didn’t see them. That way, they wouldn’t feel the need to say anything to me or ask me questions. My heels clicked against the polished floor as I moved further inside and the air smelled of fabric and body mist. I walked like I wasn’t nervous, like this wasn’t my first time back in a room like this after two long years. And then I heard it. “Olivia Monroe.” The name slipped out in a whisper. I turned slowly, forcing a smile as my eyes met two women standing near

OLIVIA I followed Dante into his office, smirking. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?” He crossed behind his desk, adjusting his tie before sinking into the leather chair and his eyes stayed locked on mine. “Can you blame me? You looked like you were having too much fun without me.” He tugged at his collar, then added, “How was rehearsal?” I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. “Rehearsal was… fine, mostly.” His brow lifted, one hand resting on the desk. “Mostly fine?” he asked. “What parts weren’t fine?” He wasn’t just asking. He was digging and reading between my words like he already knew someone got on my nerves. I let out a tired sigh, and brushed my hair back. “The part where everyone was gawking at me like some fresh specimen,” I muttered. “Is coming back after two years really that big of a deal? It’s not like I disappeared for two decades.” I threw my hands up in frustration, shaking my head. “They’ll get over it,” He said, reaching into his desk drawer. He pul

DANTE Hearing those words slip out of Olivia’s mouth caught me off guard. My brows twitched, not because of what she asked, but because of the way she said it. Like she already knew the answer before I even opened my mouth. Maybe it was the glint in her eyes, or the confidence in her tone. Whatever it was, it pulled me in. I wanted to hear her say the rest, even though deep down, I already knew the truth. Whatever she wanted, I’d give it to her. That much was certain. “What do you want?” I asked, leaning my elbow on the edge of the bed. Her lips curved into a smile. “Vivienne.” My brow shot up, a crease forming across my forehead. “Vivienne?” “Oh no,” she said quickly, lifting a finger. “Let me finish.” I nodded, keeping my eyes on her. “Nico wants her to walk the show,” She went on. “He might even save a spot for her even though I’m supposed to replace her. I know it might be uncomfortable for you to ask Nico to—” “Consider it done,” I cut in. Her brow arche

OLIVIA “I’m serious,” I said, throwing my hands up. “Meanwhile, I can’t even walk straight. My legs gave out halfway to the bathroom this morning.” “That man’s not real,” She replied, shaking her head. “I’m convinced he trained with gods,” I muttered. “Or he is one,” She teased, leaning back with a grin. “Girl, I hope you stretched first.” I shook my head, letting out a breathy, “Mhhppp—” She wiped her mouth with a napkin, her eyes sparkling. “See, that’s my kind of man,” she said, giggling. “Four hours straight? Please. I haven’t had a hookup like that in forever. I need those kinds of sessions… you know, the kind that leave you sore in all the right places. Medically necessary, obviously.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re unbelievable.” She gave a proud little shrug. “I’ve been called worse.” Then she tossed her napkin onto the plate and shrugged again. “Look, I support Dante’s rights and wrongs. He makes you happy, helps you forget that douchebag, Dominic, and hello, he