CHAPTER 2
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I could see his jaw tightening at my words. He stood up and damn was he tall. I barely reached his shoulder. His eyes fixed on me and I felt so small in front of him.
But I wasn’t going to back down. A deep chuckle escaped his lips as he rolled his eyes at me. The f**k he dared to-
“You’re not in your senses , love. “
Was my flirting not enough to make him want me ? Now , he had kicked my ego and i stepped closer, holding his collar in my both fists, pulling him closer.
“I am in my senses and i want you. “
He smirked and held my intense gaze for something that felt like a short eternity. All of a sudden, he grabbed the back of my head , fisting my hair before pulling me in a hard kiss.
As soon as his lips attached mine , my eyes widened. Sparks erupted in my stomach as i felt the taste of his scotch. The kiss felt …… dreamy. I felt his arm wrapping around my waist , pulling me close, making me step on my toes to match his level.
My stomach twisted as I felt him pushing his tongue inside my mouth, and he was way dominating. I let him dominate me as my knees felt wobbly. Seconds later , he yelled back and I breathed heavily.
Out of breath.
His heat was rising in my head and i was losing my mind.
“I am giving you a last chance to back out. “
He stared at me intensely , as if wanting me to back down, but i had my mind cleared. I wanted him by hook or by crook now.
A gasp escaped my lips when, all of a sudden , he picked me up in his arms. My hands gripped his shoulders as he walked out of the bar and towards a sleek black car. Not bad.
He opened the car door , placing me on the passenger seat as i made myself comfortable. I knew i was getting myself in trouble , going with a stranger, but the worry was the least I wanted to feel.
I didn’t care what could happen.
As soon as we entered Dante’s apartment, the door barely closed behind us , the urge to feel him filling me up and I took a decisive step forward. I pressed my body against his, pushing him firmly against the wall.
My breath was hot and fast, matching the pounding of my heart.
Dante’s eyes widened in surprise, but his hands instinctively found my waist, pulling me closer.
“Eleanor,”
He murmured, his voice a mix of surprise and desire. The way my name rolled out of his tongue did something to me and i could feel tingles in between my thighs, making me go crazy.
Without a word, I captured his lips in a searing kiss, my hands tangling in his hair. The kiss was intense, filled with a passion that had been building since we first locked eyes at the bar.
Dante responded with equal fervor, his hands roaming up my back, fingers tracing the delicate fabric of the dress.
My body pressed harder against his, my lips moving hungrily against his. I could taste the faint hint of scotch on his breath, mingling with my own bourbon.
It was intoxicating and I wanted more. I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth as a low moan escaped my lips.
Dante’s hands slid down to my hips, gripping them firmly as he turned the tables, spinning me around, so I was now the one against the wall. Our mouths never parted, the kiss growing more urgent, more demanding.
The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the heat between us, the shared breath, the electric touch.
My fingers tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. Dante obliged, shrugging off his blazer and letting it fall to the floor.
His hands found the zipper of my dress, pulling it down slowly, deliberately, as our lips continued their fevered dance.
The dress slipped from my shoulders, pooling at my feet. My hands explored the hard planes of Dante’s chest, my nails leaving trails of fire in their wake.
I broke the kiss, my lips moving to his jaw, his neck, tasting the salt of his skin as I went.
Dante let out a growl of approval, his own hands exploring every inch of my newly exposed skin. He kissed me with renewed intensity, our bodies pressing together with a desperate need.
My back arched against the wall, my legs wrapping around his waist as he lifted me up effortlessly.
Our kisses became frenzied, a mix of biting, sucking, and desperate gasps for air. The raw intensity of the connection left us both breathless but wanting more, our bodies moving as if in a primal dance.
As we finally pulled back, both gasping for breath, our eyes met, a sense of lust and something more. This was more than just a physical attraction.
Dante’s thumb brushed gently against my swollen lips, his eyes dark with desire.
“Eleanor,”
He whispered, his voice husky with need,
“I think we both know where this is going and i am not backing now ”
My lips curved into a knowing smile, my hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders.
“ Then what are we waiting for? ”
I replied, my voice a seductive purr. All of a sudden , he grabbed the back of my neck , pulling me close. His hard breathing caressing my face making me close my eyes at the sensation.
“ I want you to take my virginity “
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