Toxic Love: A Dark Enemies To Lovers Mafia Romance
Toxic Love: Chapter 22

The spark explodes through my body when he opens his pants and pulls out his cock.

Holy. Fuck.

I mean, I’ve seen him before. And I’ve certainly felt him. But somehow, being on my knees, in the opulent private room, with the lights low and the flames flickering in the firelight, it’s something different. When Dante pulls his swollen dick out of his pants, my jaw almost hits the carpet right next to my knees.

The man is huge.

Muscled abs lead to the hard grooves of his hips and those “V” lines that point directly down to his thick shaft. His cock hangs heavy and swollen between his legs—already massive but clearly not even fully hard yet. I swallow and my eyes lock on the clear drop of precum at the thick head.

Dante reaches down, slips the mask from my face, and lets it drop behind me.

“I thought wearing it was in the rules—” I whisper hoarsely, my pulse racing.

“Yes, because you’re so concerned with rules,” he murmurs, pulling the wig off and tossing that aside too as my dark hair tumbles free. My skin throbs when he grabs my jaw and tilts my eyes up to his. “Well?”

Fuck.

It’s like the other day at Ginevra’s shop all over again: the loss of control, being helpless and at his mercy. Being dominated by him and being so eager to be used by him.

All of this should send me spiraling. But when Dante looks at me like this, and talks to me like this, and touches me like this, I don’t get shoved back into that black place in my mind I went all those years ago.

I get freed from it.

The growl in his tone, the possessive way he grabs me and wrestles all control from me, is one of the biggest reasons I’ve been craving sex with him since that first time. It’s the release and the mind-blowing orgasms, too. But it also runs deeper than that.

He’s not just freeing my dopamine and inhibitions. He’s freeing my past from the claws that hold it there.

So when he lifts my chin and locks his eyes with mine and says “Well?”, I know exactly what he means, and it sends a zap of desire exploding through my core.

“So get on your fucking knees and say please…”

“Please,” I whimper in a choked voice, looking up at him.

“Please, what.”

Desire pools between my thighs.

“Please let me suck your cock!”

Fuck me. Saying it gets me even more turned on. I can feel the heat and the slickness coating my thighs as his cock thickens right in front of my face. I reach for him, shivering when my fingers curl around his shaft. It feels like silk covering steel, and my skin tingles as I stroke him.

I lean in and swipe my tongue over the swollen head, tasting his salty sweetness.

“Open your mouth, little hurricane,” he groans. “Take me deep. Let me feel your tongue and your lips on me. Let me feel your fucking throat wrap around my dick.”

I moan as I suck him into my mouth, my lips slipping wetly over the ridge of his crown. My tongue dances over the tip, teasing the little hole as he groans and clenches his jaw. When I swallow him a little deeper, his hand slips into my hair and wraps a handful of it in his fist.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now.”

Fuck.

It’s so crude, so dirty, so…I don’t know, porn-ish…that, again, it feels like it should repulse me. I shouldn’t want him or anyone to use me like a sex toy of some kind.

So why do I?

“Wider, baby girl.”

I moan as I open my jaw and he thrusts into my mouth. His hips rock, his abs rippling as he starts to fuck in and out of my lips, over my tongue.

I look up at him, feeling so slutty but so fucking turned on, kneeling in front of him with my hair in his fist and his cock pushing into my throat. Dante uses his other hand to yank off his jacket and then unbutton his shirt. He shrugs it off, his chiseled body etched in the flickering shadows from the fireplace as his eyes lock with mine.

He groans, pushing himself the deepest down my throat he’s been yet. I almost gag, but right before I do, he pulls out, leaving me gasping and panting, spit and precum dripping down my chin and onto my breasts.

I gasp when he pulls me to my feet, effortlessly lifting me. A squeal escapes my lips as my legs wrap around his torso, his hands cupping my ass as he carries me across the room. My pulse skips when he drops me onto the bed draped with the red duvet emblazoned with the gold viper.

Dante crawls onto the bed and looms over me, his eyes blazing.

“My turn.”

His lips crush to mine, stealing the breath from my lungs as his tongue invades my mouth. The idea dimly echoes in my mind that no guy ever wants to kiss you after you’ve had their dick in your mouth, especially if you’ve got precum all over your lips.

But apparently, Dante never got that memo. He kisses me with all the force of an invading army. Of a conquering king taking his birthright.

His mouth slips from mine, his teeth nipping my bottom lip for a moment before releasing it. I tremble, sucking in a shaky breath as his lips tease down my neck to my collarbone. He bites, making me yelp as his hands skim down my sides to slip beneath my ass.

I moan, arching my back as his mouth sucks, bites, and mauls its way down my chest until he captures a nipple between his lips.

I’ve always been self-conscious about my nipples. I mean, I’m not very big on top, which I’ve made peace with. But my nipples are this super pale light pink that almost blend in with my skin, making them ghostly in appearance.

“I…they…” I swallow thickly, trying to find the right words. “I thought about having them surgically colored once, but⁠—”

I yelp when he bites down on my nipple, sucking until something electric and toe-curling zaps right into my core. My thighs clench, and my back arches as I cry out.

“There isn’t a single fucking inch of your body I don’t want to devour, exactly how it is,” Dante growls, his eyes on mine as he moves his mouth to the other breast. I’m prepared this time, or at least, I should be. But I still convulse and jolt with pleasure when that same zap buzzes through me again.

His mouth drops lower, teasing and licking down my stomach as it caves under his tongue. His big, powerful hands grab my thighs, shoving them wide apart and pushing my knees up to my chest.

“Oh FUCK…”

His tongue drags slowly through my lips, spreading them open like petals before bumping over my throbbing clit.

I’ve seriously never been this turned on before. I’ve never been this eager and desperate for release before. And it’s almost like he knows it, because the fucking man takes. His. Time.

I couldn’t tell you how long I lie there writhing on the bed as Dante devours my pussy, my thighs, my hipbones, and my ass. The tip of his tongue traces all over me, his fingers making my skin come alive as they tease as well.

He licks slowly, then fast—lightly toying with me before sucking my clit between his lips and punishing it with his tongue and teeth until I’m screaming and my hips are rocking off the bed.

I’m teetering on the edge of release when he drags his tongue slowly through my lips and then over my clit. He keeps going, dragging higher over my quivering stomach, then up to my sternum. His shoulder muscles bunch and coil as he slides up between my legs, his lips teasing one nipple and then the other.

I feel his swollen cock notch against my opening as he drags his tongue up my neck before leaving it hovering an inch from my lips.

Time stops for an instant.

Then, in one motion, he slams his mouth to mine and buries his cock deep in my pussy. I moan into his lips, my arms and legs wrapping around his hips. I can taste myself on his tongue as it invades my mouth, my nails dragging down his muscled back as he slams into me.

Dante pins my wrists above my head. His body ripples and thrusts as he fucks into me, his eyes locked on mine.

“Is this why you really came here tonight, little hurricane?” he rasps darkly as starts to fuck me even harder. “Did my wife just need to get fucked like a greedy little slut?”

Something primal rips from my throat as I whine in pleasure, panting and shivering, my hips rising to meet his thrusts.

“N-no, I⁠—”

My eyes roll back as he pounds hard into me.

“Your pussy gets even tighter when you lie to me, baby girl.”

He suddenly pulls out and flips me over like a rag doll. His hands keep mine pinned over my head as his cock slips between my thighs, his own on either side of them. We both moan when he sinks in, the pressure of his knees on the outsides of my thighs making me even tighter as he squeezes his dick into my dripping wet pussy.

“Tell me again how you haven’t been soaking your little panties all night, hoping to get fucked like this. Hoping to be pinned down like a whore and used like my personal little fuck toy. Like my greedy, needy, submissive little cock slave.”

His words are unbelievably crude, and dirty, and fucked up almost to the point of being demeaning. I fucking love it. I want more.

It’s making me want to come, hard.

“Squeeze my cock, little hurricane,” Dante groans, his teeth biting the lobe of my ear. He spanks my ass, making me squeal as my pussy clenches tight around his huge dick. “Squeeze me with that pretty little pussy and milk every single drop of cum out of my balls.”

His rock-hard, god-like body pins mine to the bed. I can feel his muscles rippling again my back as he holds my hands down, spanks my ass until it’s red, grabs another fist of my hair, and starts to pound me into the bed.

It’s hard, and rough, and merciless.

I’m going to come.

So fucking hard.

And right fucking now.

“Dante…”

“Come for me, Tempest,” he growls into my ear, sucking on the lobe. “Come all over my dick, wife.”

All I know is white-hot light. I go blind from it, gasping for air and writhing as my body spasms and wrenches. The orgasm explodes through my core, my feet kicking and my toes curling against the duvet as Dante fucks me into the bed.

His cock throbs as his cum spills into me. Then he’s pulling out, and I moan as I feel him stroke against my ass, spraying more cum all over my skin, hot and sticky as it drips over my swollen, well-fucked pussy. Dante groans as he eases back into me, using his own cum for lubricant as he starts to fuck into me again.

His palm spanks my ass, and my eyes roll back as his rock-hard cock and its swollen head hit a certain spot deep inside me over and over and over.

And suddenly, I’m coming again.

I come so hard I see stars, and my entire body eventually goes limp on the bed.

Dante slowly slides out and gently rolls me onto my back. My chest is rising and falling with my breath as I look down in shock when he slips between my legs. He lowers his mouth, his eyes locked on mine as his tongue drags through my tender folds.

Oh FUCK, is that hot.

He’s just come in me, and on me, but he clearly doesn’t care as he tongues my clit and swollen pussy until I’m buzzing all over.

He slides up, and I moan when I taste his cum as his tongue swirls with mine.

“Holy shit…” I murmur, shaking and dazed as he pulls back.

“Proud of yourself for sneaking in, little hurricane?”

I grin a lazy smile up at him. “Maybe a little. Glad I did, that’s for sure,” I giggle.

He smirks. “Good.” I gasp when he suddenly flips me over and gives me a hard swat on my tender ass. “Because this is the last fucking time you’ll ever come here.”

I grin as I roll over to face him. “We’ll see about that.”

Dante’s brow cocks with a warning look. “That constant need to test me…” he growls darkly. “It’s going to get you in fucking trouble.”

“Is that a promise?”

Spoiler: it totally is.