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“I’m sorry,” he said again, more earnestly this time. “For everything. For all of it.”
I could see the sincerity in his eyes and it made my heart twinge. I put my hand in his, feeling the warmth spread from his fingers to mine.
“I appreciate that,” I managed to say, meeting his gaze with a hesitant smile.
He pulled me close to him. “Now,” he said into my ear. “How many times have you touched yourself thinking about me fucking you in that parking lot?”
Chapter Thirty-Three: Dante
God, I loved making her blush.
I leaned in, my voice rough like gravel as I hovered over her. “Show me how much,” I demanded, watching Jade closely. She turned her head, the soft glow of lamplight washing over us and throwing our tangled silhouettes against the walls.
Her fingers twisted together, a nervous dance betraying her composure. The air felt thick with something unspoken, a storm gathering force behind her eyes.
“It’s—all I think about,” she confessed, her voice so faint I had to strain to catch the words. My gaze fixed on her, the darkness in them sparked by the raw honesty in her admission. I could almost taste the tension that filled the room, heavy like the air before a thunderstorm.
“Go get your vibrator,” I ordered, the command rolling off my tongue with practiced ease. My hand lifted her chin, compelling those wide, expressive eyes to meet mine.
Jade’s gaze faltered, a slight shake of her head conveying her reluctance. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence stretching out like a challenge. The weight of her confession hung in the air between us, thick and undeniable.
“You do what I tell you,” I said. “Go get it.”
“It’s... out of battery. I’ve been using it so much. I, uh, forgot to charge,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, but it cut through the quiet with the sharpness of broken glass.
My smirk grew as I leaned closer, close enough to feel the warmth of her skin against mine. “Then we’ll just have to make do without it,” I murmured, my breath mingling with hers. “But should I buy you another one? So you can always keep one charged?”
Before she could answer, I claimed her mouth, swallowing the soft sound that escaped from her lips. My hands explored the curves of her body, tracing the lines of her figure through the thin fabric of her pajamas.
“I should get one of those I can control from my phone,” I said. “Have you wear it when you go to work and make you come when you’re at the lab.”
She gasped, the words catching in her throat. Her body shivered beneath my touch, her hands clutching at the lapels of my tailored suit.
“Would you like that, Jade?” I pressed on, my voice a low, husky whisper against her ear. “Let me be in control while you’re trapped behind a microscope? You’d have to bite your lip and try not to scream.”
Her breath hitched as I slowly traced a finger down her spine, feeling her shiver against me. She didn’t reply, but the flush creeping up her neck told me all I needed to know.
“I think you’d enjoy it. Just like you enjoyed the parking lot,” I added with a smirk.
Her eyes widened, and she swallowed hard. It was a struggle for her to meet my gaze, but she did it anyway. Brave Jade.
“Maybe,” she said finally with barely a murmur, her cheeks burning a deep pink now under the soft glow of the lamplight.
I chuckled softly, my heart thumping wildly in my chest at her unexpected concession. The thought of her squirming in her lab coat, biting her lower lip to stop from moaning out loud as I took the reins...Adrenaline surged through me, the blood going straight to my cock.
“But for now,” I whispered huskily, unbuttoning my suit jacket and letting it drop to the floor. “We’re gonna do this old school.”
Her hand slid down to my belt, her movements hesitant at first but growing bolder by the second. “You’re such a fucking tease, Dante. Why don’t you ever just fuck me?”
“Are you making demands?”
“Yes. Use your cock. Now,” she demanded, her voice finding strength from somewhere deep within.
With a swift movement, I lifted Jade, my arms wrapping around her with ease that spoke of strength honed through years of strict physical discipline. Her body was a contrast to mine—curvy where I was hard, soft where I was rough. And it was fucking lovely.
I pressed her body against the kitchen counter, sliding her pajama shirt up. She wasn’t wearing pants, but I was.
I quickly unzipped my trousers, freeing my already hard length, as Jade watched with wide eyes. Her breath hitched when I pulled her closer, positioning her just right against me.