Page 152 of Ruthless Vow
“I think your husband wants you back.”
“He always wants me back.”
Nico laughs. A real laugh, the sound warm and full.
“Good. He deserves someone who knows that.”
He melts away into the crowd, and I turn to find Dante already moving toward me, cutting through guests like they don’t exist.
His hand closes around my wrist.
“We have guests.”
“They can wait.”
The bedroom door clicks shut behind us and his mouth is on mine.
He kisses me like he’s been starving for it. Like the ceremony, the photos, the dances, the endless stream of congratulations have all been torture and I’m the only relief. He grabs my waist, my hips, the curve of my ass through the silk. He pulls me hard against him and I feel him, thick and straining through his trousers, and a sound escapes me that I couldn’t stop if I tried.
“Do you have any idea,” he growls between kisses, “what you’ve been doing to me all night?”
“Tell me.”
“This fucking dress.” He slides up my ribcage, brushing the undersides of my breasts. “Every time you moved. Every time you smiled at someone else. I wanted to tear it off you.”
“So tear it off.”
“Not yet.” He pulls back just enough to look at me. His pupils are blown dark, his chest heaving, and his gaze makes my legs press together. “I have to see you in it first.”
He walks me backward until my shoulders hit the wall. He pins my hips, pressing into the hollows above my hip bones. He holds me there, heat radiating off him, not moving. Just looking. The seconds stretch.
Then he drops to his knees.
The sight of him there. This man who commands an empire, who gives orders that end lives. On his knees before me. Mystomach clenches, heat flooding between my legs so fast it makes me dizzy.
He runs up my bare leg, finding the slit in the dress, pushing the fabric aside. He presses a kiss to the inside of my knee. Then higher. The sensitive skin above my knee. The tender inside of my thigh. He takes his time, dragging along my skin, stubble burning a trail that makes my legs tremble.
“Dio,” he murmurs against my skin. The vibration of his voice ripples through me. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
He hooks into my underwear and drags it down my legs. I step out of it, shaking, and he tosses it somewhere behind him without looking.
“Dante.”
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” The words land hot against my skin. “Watching you dance with other men, smile at other people, be perfect and untouchable while I couldn’t have you.”
He presses his nose against me and inhales. A sound tears from his throat. Raw. Wrecked.
“Cazzo.You’re already wet.”
“I’ve been wet since you looked at me in this dress.”
“Good.” He traces along my slit, parting me. “Every inch of you. Tonight, I’m taking all of it.”
His mouth finds my pussy and I gasp, my hands flying to his hair, gripping hard. He groans against me and the vibration sends sparks shooting up my spine. He tastes me like I’m the last thing he’ll ever eat, like he’s trying to memorize the flavor of me, and the sounds he’s making. God. Wet and hungry and desperate, like he’s the one being ruined.
He’s not gentle. Not tonight. His tongue works my clit while he grips my hips, holding me pinned against the wall. I can’t move, can’t think. Can only feel the wet heat and the rough scrape of his jaw and the obscene, slick sounds between us.
“Oh God.”
