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I know she’s close when she starts pushing back against my thrusts. “Look at you riding my hand. You want to come on my fingers, don’t you?” I try to keep my voice cruel and mocking,but I have no doubt she can hear the need that roughens every vowel. I crave her release just as much as she does. Maybe more.

“Please, Dante!” Sara glances at me from over her shoulder, and I’ll be damned if her begging doesn’t tighten my balls. I rip my fingers free to swirl her clit in small circles.

“Dante!” She chokes on my name as her body convulses under my ministrations, and I mold my lips to the dip above the swell of her ass while she rides out the spasms.

Humming, I nip at her salty, sweat-drenched skin and pin her down when she tries to sit up. “Not yet,coniglietta. I need to taste the fruits of my labors.”

She moans as I kneel behind her and bury my tongue in her cunt. She cants forward to steady herself on the sauna bench, but then she’s arching the curve of her backside and widening her legs to give me better access to those pretty pink folds. My hands grip her ass with bruising force as I spread her open even wider.

“Fuck. You’re so pretty down here. So soft and pink.” With a growl, I devour her with my tongue, relearning all the soft, wet parts of her I used to have memorized. She tastes good. Better than the memories I clung to in my darkest hours. Only seconds pass before she starts quivering around my tongue and her leg muscles tense for the inevitable climax. For the briefest second, I toy with the idea of denying her and leaving her wanting like I did at the club.

But when it comes to mytesoro, I’ve always been too weak for my own good.

Reaching between the soft flesh of her thighs, I strum her oversensitive clit until she screams, soaking my lips with another candied release. I drink down every drop like a man dying of thirst. “Fucking perfect.”

By the time I stumble to my feet, I’m intoxicated. Drunk on pure Sara. She tosses her plaited hair over one shoulder as I fistmy cock. I rub the head along her entrance from behind before sinking inside with a guttural noise. “You’re so damn tight.”

All the thoughts in my brain melt away, and for once, I let myself exist here without consequence.

Sara’s panting, her walls clenching and unclenching around me as her body blossoms like a flower. I wind her braids around my hand in warning. “If you don’t stop that, this is going to be over too fast.”

She relaxes as soon as the warning tumbles from my mouth, and I bite back a smirk. She needs this just as much as I do.

After a long moment of recounting Nonna’s wrinkled smile, I start to test Sara’s depth. A groan rips from my throat, betraying the control I’m trying to maintain. I don’t want her to know how amazing she feels, how she’s ruined me for all other women. Because the raw truth is that I haven’t been with anyone since Sara.

Years. Years spent denying myself so many pretty smiles and sinful bodies because they weren’ther.Every piss poor excuse to Marco about being too busy to join him at the strip club or the bar was a flat out lie. I just couldn’t bear to erase mytesoro’stouch. And on nights the urge proved too strong, my hand provided an inferior substitute.

Now that she’s here, I’m not going to hold. Wrapping my arms around her curved waist, I use her weight to drive her down the length of my shaft over and over again. It’s like the old days, but so much better because I’m not hiding the animal in me anymore.

She embraces the darkness I once thought would send her screaming, and I come in mere minutes, buried so deep inside of her that I can feel the exact moment her third orgasm seizes her.

This is supposed to be about revenge. About exorcising the demons playing around in my head. But this is also Sara.MySara. I was always going to find my way back to her, and denialwill only cost me. As she collapses onto the bench, I trace her spine with my tongue. We can’t go back now, so why not lean in? Regular visits to satisfy my obsession should be enough to maintain a clear head.

I’ll let her stay and play with her for a while longer, at least until I find the Ghost.

And then what?

Sarasquirms in my arms, her breath ragged. I bend closer and capture the lobe of her ear between my teeth. “Not so fast.” We’re alone in the house, but I still whisper, my words only meant for her. “I’m not done with you yet. No by a long shot.”

Chapter 16

Sara

Still quivering from my latest release, I collapse onto my new mattress with a gasp. Several days have passed since Dante returned. He’s been visiting me in my cell frequently, and one night while Dante’s at work, he tasks Gregor with lugging in a twin-sized bed. Between that, my new comforter, and the addition of a privacy curtain around my toilet, I’m feeling almost spoiled.

No. Not really. Dante may struggle to leave me alone, but he’s made it clear that the sex is purely transactional. After the steam room, he hasn’t kissed me again, and whenever I encourage him to strip, he becomes feral. Despite the strictly-business nature of our naked encounters, I love every second. No matter how bruising his grip or brutal his thrusts, they prove that he isn’t some fever dream.

More than that, they prove that emotions still run high between us, even if they’re only physical. Today’s no different. He came to see me after breakfast, earlier than usual, so either he skipped work, or it’s the weekend. Down here, I can’t follow a calendar. Just another reminder that I’m trapped, even if spending time with him feels like a selfish type of freedom.

The endless days he left me in the basement by myself nearly destroyed me. If he intended to break me down to my lowest point, he succeeded. Between the tasteless cans of beans and the utter stillness of the silence, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so worthless, so abandoned. And when Dante returned, when he found me curled up in the sauna, it was like seeing the sun after a week of darkness. It’s so much easier to let myself be burned by his light than cast into the shadows again.

“This is probably the cleanest cell I’ve ever been in.” The deep rumble of Dante’s voice has my eyes snapping open. Normally, he leaves as soon as we’re finished, but to my shock, he’s still standing at the foot of the bed, studying the small space I’ve come to think of as my own.

Sitting up, I clutch the comforter to my bare chest. “It’s not like I have much to make a mess with.” I run my tongue over my teeth, glancing at the camera in the corner out of habit. I don’t know if it’s still recording when he visits me to slake his lust, but I don’t want to rock the boat by asking when we seem to be making progress. At least more progress than when I first arrived.

While Dante buttons his pants back up, I scramble into the sweatpants and sweater that have inadvertently become my uniform before settling cross-legged on the bed.

Once he’s done cinching his leather belt, he sits next to me. Scared of frightening him off, I work to hide my surprise as he continues to examine the cell with a critical eye.