Page 121 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
And right here, right now, I intended to show him.
“Turn over,” I growled, jerking out of him.
Before he could move, I was dragging him to the floor, flipping him onto his back, hefting his legs over my arms, and slamming into him again. Every punishing thrust rocked his body forward. His grunts were the fuel that kept me going, driving me deeper until I feared I would hurt him but couldn’t seem to control myself. My entire body burned, every muscle rigid as I ruthlessly plunged my cock into his ass.
I lifted his legs up straight, held them with my hands, my only goal to sate the urge that was out of control, desperation overwhelming me.
Dante took everything I gave him, didn’t whimper when I bent him in half and drilled my cock down into him. He willingly gave up all control and I feasted on it, absorbing it into my skin as I took and took. He would be sore tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I needed him. His love, his submission, his ultimate surrender.
My muscles strained, burned as I impaled him over and over.
“Tell me,” I roared, knowing he could hear the rage in my voice, the words ripped from my throat.
“I give … myself to … you, Master.” Every other word was punctuated by a rough grunt brought on by my thrusts. “I’m yours … to have … to use.”
“To love,” I snapped. “You’re mine to love.”
“Always.”
“Fuck!” I came on a vicious groan, my throat raw from the sound.
I didn’t pull out, held myself inside him, dropping his legs.
“Make yourself come,” I ordered, leaning over him.
His hand gripped his cock, jerking roughly. I met his eyes, willing him to surrender to it, to me.
“Master…” He panted, his ass milking my cock.
“Come for me, Dante,” I demanded.
His head dropped back against the rug with a thud, his body jerking as his cock erupted, spurting all over his chest.
Still buried deep inside him, I leaned forward, lapped up his cum with my tongue, the adrenaline waning, leaving me drained but not quite sated. I fell over him, dislodging from his ass. I rolled, taking him with me as I buried my face in his neck and let the emotion break free.
Dante’s arms slid around my head, holding tight. My lungs heaved, air never quite filling them as the ache inside me wouldn’t subside.
We remained like that for minutes. Maybe hours. I couldn’t move, didn’t want to, and Dante knew what I needed.
Him.
In that moment, he was the center of my world and I didn’t want it any other way. I didn’t want to think about the pain my own betrayal had caused, the constant ache in my chest. Loving someone so much … I never thought it could hurt, but it did.
“You love her,” Dante whispered.
I forced him off me, rolled so that I stared down into his face. “And it’s fucking killing me.”
His eyes were wide, surprised by the savageness in my tone. I was, too.
“It wasn’t in the plan. It’s not how Isaac saw it playing out.”
Dante’s hands curled around my arms, squeezed.
I looked down at him. “But it happened,” I admitted. “I fell in love. Not just with one submissive but two. You and Everly.”
That was the realization I’d come to. I fucking loved Everly and Dante. She was my heart, he was the heartbeat that kept me going. Only them. As much as I wanted someone of my own, to live out the fantasy Isaac and I had planned so perfectly, it would never happen because they had happened.
My chest heaved again, the pain lancing through me.
Though I could admit it to myself, no one would understand the depth of what I felt for her. Not even Everly. I had never told her. That day when she’d told me she loved me had been life-altering. However, I needed more than the words. I needed her. To feel her, taste her, touch her. To hold her in the dark of night, to wake with her soft warmth next to me. And not just every now and again. Every. Single. Fucking. Day.
That was what I needed.
That could never happen because Isaac wouldn’t understand. It wasn’t in the plan and my brother followed the road maps, always had, always would. He’d been so excited to map out our destiny. And truth be told, he’d had Everly first. He’d fallen first. More importantly, he’d told her first. Therefore, in his eyes, she belonged to him.
And throughout all of this, as I sat back and watched the two of them grow closer, their bond strengthen, I’d still held out hope that the tide would shift, that I’d be included. That I could have her, too.
Perhaps the worst part was Dante. I loved him to the depths of my soul, but I felt as though I kept him on the perimeter. Not on purpose, because he certainly wasn’t my second choice. I wanted him the same as I wanted Everly. Loved him the same. But his needs were unique and in order to give him that, I had to keep my distance. I was failing miserably in that department, too. I was asking too much of him, expecting more than he had to give.
