Page 63 of Powerful Deception

I wish my words were true. I wish that I was telling him the truth and that he could really trust whatever was coming out of my mouth. That he could wholeheartedly believe that I would never betray him.

But the words are just lies that I’m making up, all because I’m a bitch and feel the need for revenge.

I’m about to pull back when I feel that I’ve crossed the line a little too far, when he stops me.

Dante’s hand lands on mine and he holds me to him, not letting me pull away.

“That’s the truth?” He asks, his voice rough, a slight touch of an Italian accent poking through.

“That’s the truth.” I say, trying to convey confidence in those three words and I hope to God that it’s working.

“Continue begging then.”

“Excuse me?”

Dante shifts, shifting his hand from mine and moving it down to my elbow, pulling me even closer to him, if that was even possible.

He looks down at me, his eyes hooding a bit, before he shifts us, and my back meets the bedroom door.

“Continue to beg.”

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Arianna’s eyes go wide at my words.

Her breathing hitches and if I wasn’t holding her like I was, I would have missed the shiver than ran through her.

Ever since I saw the picture of her at the laundromat, frustration has been brewing in me. At the time that frustration was anger filled, but now that frustration is more of the sexual manor.

I was going to kick her out, I was going to fire her, but then she spoke.

She told me the truth.

She told me her real name, told me about her father, and something in me shifted.

It shifted even more when I saw her tears and I felt her hand on my chest.

Now all I want to do is fuck her against the door, all so that I can continue hearing her beg.

“Are you going to do as I ask, amate?” I say, leaning forward and placing my lips against her neck.

Another shiver releasing through her body in the process.

“What do you want me to beg for?” she asks, her body melting into mine.

“Beg to keep your job.” I press my hardening cock into her body.

“Beg for my trust.” I move my lips to her jaw, and she lets out a whimper.

“Dante, please.” Arianna pants out, her body moving against mine but not pushing me away.

She’s wants this just as much as I do.

“Beg for it, amate. Beg and maybe I will give you what you want.”

I pull my mouth away from her skin and look down at her small frame against my bigger one. This girl fits perfectly against me.

Her eyes are filled with questions but there’s also lust trying to shine through.