He released her throat. She gasped in air as he started f*****g her even harder, chasing his own pleasure.
"Wrong answer," he growled. "But I'll take it."
His other hand grabbed her breast, squeezing brutally. She tried to slap him away. He bit down on her shoulder instead, teeth breaking skin.
Novalee screamed again.
"Music," Dante groaned. "Your screams are f*****g music."
He was close now. She could feel it in the way his rhythm broke, became erratic.
One last time, she tried to fight. Brought her knee up hard toward his ribs.
He caught her leg, shoved it up toward her chest, bending her nearly in half. The new angle made him impossibly deep.
"There," he panted. "Right there. Feel that? Feel how deep I am? How completely I own you?"
"I hate you," she sobbed. "I hate you, I hat
