The Bastard’s Betrayal by Katee Robert

Chapter 13

Three days later, Rose hadn’t made any progress. She didn’t know the code to the exterior door. She hadn’t found a single window to open or a phone to call home.

She had however, watched approximately twelve movies with Dante and eaten enough Italian food to put herself into a food coma. And they talked. Sometimes, it was her threatening him and him taking it as foreplay. Sometimes, he’d manage to coax little tidbits from her about her sisters. And sometimes, the times she craved more than she had a right to, he’d share tidbits about his life and history. About those years with his mother when she was alive. About some of the wild shit he’d gotten up to with his cousin Matteo when they were teenagers.

Some of the stories she’d heard before. The new context of knowing the truth of him gave her a framework that made a lot more sense why Dante and Matteo had never ended up in jail for some of the shit they’d gotten into.

And in between all that, they had sex. So much sex that her body felt permanently, deliciously sore.

She’d started to lose touch with reality. It felt like they were in a different world, like nothing existed beyond these four walls. A dangerous thought, but Rose could feel it sinking in each time she came around Dante’s cock. Every time he put a plate in front her with a forbidding look on his face as if her forgetting to eat when she was stressed was a personal affront to him.

She shifted between the sheets, feeling lazy and relaxed… At least until Dante moved behind her and his mouth trailed down her spine. He loved to wake her up like this, kissing and stroking until he coaxed her from sleep.

“Dante,” she sighed.

“I like it when you say my name like that.” He palmed her ass as he licked the small of her back. He set his teeth against the upper curve and chuckled when she jumped. “So fucking bitable.”

She huffed out a laugh. “You keep doing that. I’m going to be wearing your teeth marks for days.”

“Good.” Another careful bite. “Lift your hips.”

“Wait.”

He hesitated. “Si? You have something on your mind?”

Didn’t she always? Right now, it was guilt that the only thing she wanted was for him to continue his path and eat her pussy from behind until she came all over his face. But this had to stop, and it had to stop now. “Dante, you have to let me go,” she whispered.

“No.”

Rose started to push herself up, but he planted a hand in the middle of her back and kept her facedown on the mattress. “No,” he repeated. “You know the condition on us leaving this cabin. Until you’re ready to say yes to me, I’m more than happy to stay here with you and see how many different ways I can make you come.”

Until she was ready to say yes to him, to marry him.

She cursed, her relaxed mood popping like a soap bubble. “I’m marrying Romeo. I don’t know how to get it through your head that it’s happening. Sex is sex, and no matter what I do with you, it changes nothing.”

“Mmmm.” He plunged two fingers into her pussy, making her moan even as she fisted the sheets. Rose couldn’t decide if she wanted to fight him or arch her back to offer him better access. It was always like this with them now. Her instincts were all messed up over this man. Dante fucked her slowly with his fingers, spreading her growing wetness over her folds and clit in between each stroke. “It’s not Romeo’s fingers inside you right now.”

“It could be if you hadn’t interfered.” She didn’t know why she kept baiting him like this. No, that was a lie. Damn it. She knew exactly why she did it. For his responses. Nothing snapped Dante’s control like her dangling Romeo in front of him, and she craved that breaking of control with a ferocity that worried her.

Case in point.

He gripped the spot where her ass met thighs and dug his fingers in, parting her pussy even as he lifted her hips higher. “If you’re going to insist on baiting me—”

“You’ll do what exactly?”

The broad head of his cock brushed her entrance, and her breath caught in her lungs. A threat and a promise, and she was pretty sure she was dripping at this point from how much she wanted him to follow through on it. He’d done this before, had teased them both with the one thing they should absolutely not do.

This time, though… This time, he didn’t retreat. He spoke softly, almost as if to himself. “I have let you guide things. I haven’t put pressure on you.”

She might laugh if she could draw breath. “You kidnapped me.”

“Did I force you to take my cock, Rosa?” he snarled.

No. She couldn’t even pretend he had. She was the one who’d made the first move that first time, but he checked in with her every time before things escalated. For consent, sure, but she suspected he loved hearing her beg him to make her come on his tongue, his fingers, his cock.

“No,” he answered when it became clear she refused to. “No, I have only given you exactly what you ask for, and when you whimper and writhe and rub that wet pussy all over my cock, teasing me at your entrance even as you tell me we shouldn’t, I have been the one to hold the line.”

He was right, but she didn’t care. She didn’t seem to care about anything when he had his hands on her. God, she was such a fucking mess, and she’d worry about it later. Right now, the insistent pressure of his cock against her entrance threatened to drive her mad. “Do you want a cookie for your restraint?”

“No.” He released her ass with one hand, and then he was dragging the head of his cock through her folds. Slowly, so fucking slowly. He rubbed over her clit and then went back up to press against her entrance. “I am no saint, amata.”

It was as if Rose’s brain skipped. One moment she was telling herself to say the words get a condom. The next, she shifted back. Dante could have stopped her. He still had a hold of her ass with one hand. He was stronger. He could have held her back. But, as he said, he was no saint.

The head of his cock breached her entrance.

They both froze.

His hand trembled where his fingers dug into her flesh. Rationally, this shouldn’t feel that different than sex with a condom, but it wasn’t about rational. It was the fact they shouldn’t be doing this. They both knew they shouldn’t be doing this. And that knowledge only made her want it more.

Just as suddenly as he entered her, he was gone. She didn’t mean to cry out in protest, but Rose didn’t mean to do a lot of stuff when it came to this man. He hooked her around the hips, and the room spun as he dropped back onto the bed with her straddling his hips.

“Why—”

He shook his head. “You do this, you don’t get to say I pushed you. You don’t get to press your face to the sheets and pretend you had no choice.” He grabbed her hips and rubbed her down the length of his cock where it was now trapped between their bodies. “You choose this, you own that decision.”

This was the moment she should stop everything. Should get up and go take a cold shower. Should revisit all the exit strategies she’d come up with and discarded as impossible.

Rose didn’t.

She leaned down to kiss him, loving the way his bare skin felt against hers. This moment hardly felt real. It was simply another battle of wills between them. Who would break first? She kissed Dante’s strong jaw and kept working herself against his cock. “Do you like the way I feel, d’yavol?” She nipped his bottom lip. “All wet and needy for your cock.”

“You’re provoking me.” His hands tightened on her hips before he seemed to make himself relax his grip. “It won’t work. Not this time.”

“Da, it will.” She wrapped her fingers around his wrists and brought his hands up to cup her breasts. Rose liked the way his hands looked on her body. She liked it far too much. Even better, she liked how the width of his cock spread her pussy folds, how he got harder when she looked at him, how needy they both looked in this moment. “I’ve soaked your cock, d’yavol. I think I could come just from this.”

His brows drew together. “What does that mean? D’yavol?” He repeated the word in almost perfect Russian. It sent a thrill through her she most certainly should not have felt.

Rose tilted her hips so his cock notched at her entrance again. A threat and a promise. God, she wanted it. She didn’t care anymore. She’d deal with the consequences later. When she answered, she whispered the words against Dante’s lips. “It means devil.”

“Am I the devil to you, amata?” He smoothed his hands down her sides and over her ass, urging her to tilt so he pressed more insistently against her. His eyes seared her as she swiveled her hips, teasing them both.

“Da.”

“Then the devil I’ll be.” He held her gaze as he exerted the smallest pressure on her ass. Not nearly enough to do more than hint at where he wanted her to go. She couldn’t blame that tiny contact on her sinking onto his bare cock.

No, she only one she had to blame was herself.

She wanted this, even if it damned her.

At this point, being damned was all but a guarantee.