Page 4 of Ruthless Sinner
Chapter 4
Dante
Adalina slides her hips against mine, and it should be a crime for her to feel this good.
One peek at the bar tells me this wasn’t the expected outcome of her trip over here. The girlfriend she was with looks concerned and leans in to whisper to the tall, muscular man standing nearby. He shoots death glares at me, his gaze brimming with unspoken jealousy. I can feel his eyes following my every move as I gently stretch my fingers across the canvas of Adalina’s body. I trace the curve of her breast and trail down her toned stomach. The air around us is thick with tension and desire, a dangerous game of seduction being played between me, Adalina, and her faithful friend.
“Your boyfriend keeps staring at us,” I whisper into her ear, my warm breath tickling her skin. My tongue begins a slow, deliberate path along the velvety texture of her earlobe.
She offers me an amused snort. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
I twist her in my arms until her back is paired with my front. She sways to the music half-heartedly, letting me move and touch her as I please. “If he’s not your boyfriend, he won’t be upset if I touch you like this, will he?” I cup the front of her dress where her thighs meet, and I’m met with heat.
Adalina’s sharp intake of breath echoes through the air, her entire body caught in a moment of indecision. Her hand reaches out and grasps my wrist, her fingers digging into my skin. I can sense the turmoil within her, a battle between pushing me away or pulling me closer, a mix of both desires at once.
“Easy, gorgeous,” I chuckle into her ear. “I thought you said he wasn’t your boyfriend.”
“He’s not, but he doesn’t have to be for me to not want you to feel me up on the dance floor.”
I reach up with my free hand and wrap it around her throat. Her pulse quickens against my fingers, the thrum of her heartbeat pitter-pattering like the rapid flapping of a butterfly’s wings. With the hand positioned over her crotch, I begin to rub. Gently, back and forth, feeling the heat between her legs grow. Adalina moans softly, the sound lost in the noise of the club, but I can feel it vibrate in her throat. “You don’t call the shots here, cara mia.” I lean down to kiss her neck, nipping the delicate skin with my teeth.
She laughs. I can’t hear it over the music as much as I feel it against my hand. “I could get out of this if I wanted to.”
“But you don’t want to,” I correctly guess. I apply more pressure to that spot between her legs, feeling her arousal grow.
Adalina fights her desires. She pushes her hips back into mine to escape my touch, then drives them forward for more stimulation. “It isn’t because of you,” she says disparagingly. “I’d rather be humping my vibrator right now, but your fingers will do.”
What a filthy girl; I think I’m in love.
I change the application of pressure from the whole of my hand to just the middle digit. It slices between the layers of fabric, giving me better access to her center. “You don’t need a vibrator when I’m around, sweetheart. I’m all the man any woman could ask for.”
She melts into me, pressing her head against my shoulder as I continue to caress her most sensitive area. My fingers glide back and forth, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties and dress. I can feel her arousal building, and I know if I can strip away these barriers, I can make her scream my name.
“You can tap dance on every one of the 8,000 nerve endings in my clit, and I wouldn’t let you inside me,” Adalina says with an indulgent grin. Her eyes flutter closed as she savors the moment, gently biting down on her bottom lip and slowly dragging her teeth across the smooth skin, eliciting a soft moan from her parted lips.
I abandon all pretense of dancing as I drop my hand and slip it beneath her dress. My fingers glide along the edge of her panties before sliding inside, and I’m met with a rush of warmth and moisture. She is smooth as satin and dripping like a waterfall. “Tell me I’m not going to make you cum,” I growl in her ear in a twisted version of foreplay.
Adalina’s breath hitches as I trace my thumb along her swollen clitoris, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. “You couldn’t make me cum with your tongue, two hands, and a dozen toys.” Her tone drips with insatiable longing and a hint of defiance.
“Tell me again what I can’t do.” I seesaw over her erect clit, her body twitching and fidgeting beneath me. Her breaths come in short gasps as I continue to tease her.
“Fuck you,” she swears, but it comes out as a moan.
That’s coming next. Not here in a dingy, shitty bar with drunk assholes all around us, but back at my place. “Say it again, gorgeous.”
I increase the pressure of my fingers until she’s panting and her hips buck against my hand. She says ‘fuck you’ again like she’s reaching for a lifeline. The words drip from her lips like lust-coated little candies, and I eat them up.
“One last time, cara mia. I didn’t hear you.”
When the words escape her lips this time, it’s in harmony with her orgasm. ‘Fuck’ stretches as she pushes her back against my chest while thrusting her hips against my fingers. ‘You’ sounds like a hallelujah cry as she reaches up to wrap her arm around my neck, holding onto me to keep herself standing.
I let her ride out the waves of her pleasure on my fingertips, caressing her clit until she’s begging me to stop. The direct contact is too much, but I give her a few extra strums anyway. She deserves the overstimulation for being such a bitch. Adalina doesn’t know what I’m capable of. She doesn’t realize I could tie her to a bed and do this all night. I love to watch a woman orgasm; I love to give them orgasm after orgasm until the pleasure is so intense they can’t tell the difference between it and pain.
“Come home with me.” I’m not asking; I’m telling her.
Adalina turns to look at me. As her hands smooth down the front of her dress, her eyes light up with desire. “Make me,” she taunts.
“We are not far enough evolved from cavemen that I won’t toss you over my shoulder and carry you out of here.” I twist my neck one way and then the other with a menacing crack. “Or you can walk out with me like a good little girl, and we won’t have to cause a scene.”