Page 13 of The Gangster King

Him and this world.

They are one and the same.

I’m so close to escaping. I can’t... Oh god. His fingers press into me and curl, and something snaps inside me.

Fear.

“Stop!” I cry out just loudly enough for both of us to hear as I sit up.

Dante’s fingers freeze, then slide out, and he licks them as I watch him lie comfortably between my legs.

“Don’t tell me you weren’t enjoying that.” He growls, a dark gleam in his eyes.

I try to move, but the palm of his hand on my stomach has me pressed to the bed.

“Let me go or I’ll scream.” I threaten.

His hand lifts and instead of backing away, he moves over me, and I stare up into his stupidly beautiful eyes.

“You should’ve let me make you come before stopping me. Very silly. It would have made no difference, and you could’ve purred for the rest of the day, kitten.”

“Yeah, well, kittens have claws. So move your gangster ass off me, or I’ll insert them in your eyes!” I snarl.

He smirks and sits back.

That’s when I see his cock. Holy fuck. It’s hard, thick, and proudly sticking out of his briefs like it’s on parade.

My eyes lift to his and that damn smirk of his is bigger.

“Want to watch me stroke it and come on your pussy?”

“Do it and I’ll stab you,” I lie, because honestly, I do want to see that.

A lot.

I reach under my pillow and before I can remove the weapon, Dante has my arm in a stronghold as he moves his other hand up and down his cock.

“Watch,” he demands, and I gasp.

The pain in my arm as his eyes bore down on my sex is too much. I need him to touch me again.

I need to come.

Hell, I might even come without him touching me.

My hips lift involuntarily, and I let out a moan.

“That’s it, kitten.” His strokes are faster now, and he’s pointing it at my core. “Eager little pussy. It wants to drink my come.”

Oh god.

Dante’s broad shoulders go taunt as his orgasm strikes, and I watch in awe as the muscles in his arms rope and he releases onto my well-groomed bikini line.

“Fuck,” he grounds out, stroking out the rest of his orgasm, still holding my arm.

The control he has, my god. He’s so powerfully beautiful and dangerous.

This man is unlike anyone I know, and as his eyes demand I leave the knife where it is and he rubs his come into my flat belly, I know we’ve crossed a line this morning that is going to be hard to come back from.