No Ordinary Billionaire (The Sinclairs) (R) (14 page)

“You told me—”

He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. It was still a crime. And then you fled.”

Her body was trembling as she asked, “What’s my punishment?”

She wasn’t afraid; she was shaking with arousal, those needy violet eyes almost begging him not to stop. Dante picked her up and tossed her on the bed. Before she could get anywhere, he was on her. After opening one of the cuffs with the key, he threaded the cuff through one of the bars on the iron headboard, and then calmly reattached the cuff and tossed the key onto the nightstand.

“Punishment is learning the truth the pleasurable way,” he answered her firmly. “Did you really think I even saw your scars?” he asked huskily.

She turned her anguished eyes to his face and nodded jerkily.

Dante’s cock twitched as he knelt between her thighs and lowered his body onto hers, allowing him to finally be skin to skin with her. Seeing her shackled to his bed satisfied a little of his primitive caveman urgency, and now he was just enjoying the moment. He could tell that she was a little confused, but her body was heated and turned on, her nipples so hard he could feel them abrading his chest. “I saw the scars only because it nearly kills me to think of how much some bastard hurt you, and I’d like to kill the son of a bitch. But your body is perfect. I know you didn’t miss the raging hard-on I have whenever I feel you or when I looked at you naked, right?” He brushed back a lock of hair from her face, and then gently ran the back of his hand down her soft cheek.

“No. I saw it,” she whispered softly. “It was . . . confusing.”

Dante knew he was now caught in a web of his own making, but he couldn’t seem to make himself give a shit as he was captured by the look of raw need and vulnerability he saw in her eyes. He saw his own desire reflected in her eyes, and giving up any semblance of control, he lowered his head and kissed her.

CHAPTER 9

Sarah had never seen anything hotter than Dante, feral and untamed, towering above her while she was completely helpless beneath him. Her body was on fire, and seeing the possessive, desirous look on his face had made her come unraveled.

Dear God, I want him so badly I can hardly breathe.

She opened to him willingly, letting him have his way with her mouth as she gripped the bars on the headboard. It was the first time any man had ever wanted her this way, and it was heady and intoxicating to have Dante’s ripped, muscular body holding her captive. He kissed her with a desperation she’d never experienced before, and she felt just as needy. Her tongue dueled with his, coming out on the bottom in their war for domination, which only made her body burn hotter.

She’d been right when she’d told Dante that she thought she’d like the whole bossy cop thing sexually. It definitely had . . . merit.

Sarah had been devastated when he’d told her downstairs to cover up, thinking he’d been repulsed by the scars left from the brutal attack in Chicago. But he hadn’t been spurning her; he’d been protecting her from himself. Fortunately, she liked him just fine the way he was—thank you very much! She might be a smart female, but she was, in fact, a female, and he treated her like a desirable woman. Apparently, her brain liked to do its own independent thinking, but her body wanted to be manhandled in the bedroom. And the carnal part of her mind liked his dirty talk and dominant tendencies. Obviously, she had a thing for cops, or at least
this
particular cop. The more he became a bossy tyrant, the wetter she got for him. No doubt she’d fight him over being a dictator outside the bedroom. But here, she relished it.

Panting as he lifted his mouth from hers, she begged, “Please don’t hurt yourself. You aren’t ready for this.” Her body wept from the comment, but her brain knew Dante wasn’t yet healed.

“I’m ready to taste every inch of you, and bury my mouth between your thighs, sweetheart.” He started to run his tongue over her old scars, starting with the one on her shoulder and moving down.

Her scars were everywhere, the majority of them on her belly and torso. Sarah shuddered as his mouth ran over her abdomen, his tongue leaving a trail of fire wherever it roamed. She whimpered as his hands came up to cup her breasts, his thumbs circling the hard points, making them even more sensitive. His mouth closed over one of the diamond-hard nipples, and her body arched beneath him as she lifted her hips against his muscular chest, needing . . . more.

She wanted to touch him, and the need swamped her as he nipped at her other breast, the pleasure-pain sensation almost unbearable. She clenched her fists harder around the iron bars above her head, gasping as his mouth slowly trailed down her stomach, his tongue still flicking over every single scar.

“Please,” she moaned, feeling almost incoherent. The only thing she could recognize anymore was the feel of Dante’s touch.

“I’m going to make you come with my tongue, Sarah. Is that what you want?” Dante forcefully commanded that she answer.

Is that what she wanted? She wanted—she actually desperately needed—something. “I haven’t ever—” Her trembling voice broke into a groan as he parted her thighs and she felt the first touch of his mouth on her pussy. “Oh, God.” The feel of his tongue delving between her saturated folds was exquisite. “Yes, yes.” That
was
what she wanted.

Her hips lifted, begging for more, needing him to make her climax. The feel of his mouth on her clit sent a jolt of electricity through her entire body, the tiny bundle of nerves reacting to every stroke of his tongue.

“Dante. Please,” she begged, not caring if she was pleading for mercy. He was in total control of her body, and it was evident that he knew exactly what he was doing: he was trying to drive her completely insane, and succeeding.

She squirmed, trying to get him to go faster, harder, but he took his time, exploring every inch of her exposed pussy, groaning into her flesh as he tasted her arousal. He thrust his tongue into her channel, pulled back, and then pushed into her again, making Sarah yank on the cuffs above her head, wanting nothing more than to grab on to his head and pull his face flush against her and ride his mouth into oblivion.

“I can’t take any more. Please.” Then she moaned as she felt his finger invading her channel, impaling her as he moved his tongue back to the tiny bud that desperately wanted his attention. He worked another finger beside the first one, stretching her open, filling her as he bit gently on her clit. Her body writhed on the bed as he worked his fingers like his cock, burying them deeply inside her, stroking a sensitive area that made her moan with every pump of his fingers.

“So. Fucking. Tight,” Dante rasped against her flesh.

Finally, he put the pressure she needed on her clit with his tongue, matching the furious rhythm of his fingers, driving her over the edge.

Sarah felt herself flying to pieces, the spiraling in her belly snaking down to her pussy as she arched her back and climaxed so powerfully that her entire body quaked. Her channel tightened around his fingers, and she let herself go with an erotic cry of ecstasy.

The orgasm left her spent, panting, and gasping as Dante continued to lap at her juices like they were nectar.

He crawled slowly up her body until he was close enough to kiss her, and tasting her own essence mixed with Dante’s in his fierce embrace was intoxicating.

Opening the eyes that she hadn’t even realized she’d closed, she saw the carnal look on his face, but she could tell that he was hurting. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and his breathing was labored. “Open the cuffs,” she requested firmly.

“I need to fuck you, but I don’t have a damn condom,” he grumbled, sounding frustrated.

Still trying to catch her breath, Sarah didn’t think this was the time to tell him that she was on the pill to regulate her periods, and she’d seen all of his medical records. They were both clean. And oh, how she wanted to feel him inside her. But he wasn’t ready for that kind of physical activity. “Undo me,” she told him again. “My arms are going numb.” Really, they weren’t. But she knew Dante would let her go immediately if he thought she was uncomfortable.

She was right. He rolled over and snatched the key from the bedside table and released the cuffs so fast that her arms dropped limply to the bed before she could support them.

“I’m sorry.” Dante rubbed her arms as though he were trying to return the circulation to her limbs.

“It’s fine.” She felt a little guilty because she had fibbed to him, but he really needed to stop pushing his body so hard. He’d thrown her over his shoulder like she was a featherweight, which she wasn’t. Everything he’d done today was just too much. And she’d been the recipient of all of the pleasure while he was hurting.

She watched as he put the cuffs back into the drawer along with the key before he turned back to her and cuddled her against his side, his breathing starting to return to normal. She touched his chest, lightly tracing the bruises still visible there and on his upper abdomen. “You’re hurting.”

He turned his head and grinned at her, the gold flecks in his eyes almost shimmering. “It was worth every second. It’s not that bad now.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “That’s because you’re at rest.” She looked down at his raging erection. “Well, most of you is resting,” she amended. Fascinated by the size and girth of him, she wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking the velvety head with her thumb. The tip was dotted with moisture, and she swiped at it with her finger and lifted it to her mouth, sucking his flavor from her finger with small strokes of her tongue.

Dante was watching her intently, his eye turning to liquid flames.

“I want to taste you, Dante. Will you let me see if I can make you come with my mouth?” She’d never gone down on a man before, but she suddenly had a voracious appetite to sample Dante.

“I guarantee if you wrap those sweet lips around my cock, I’ll come,” Dante growled. “Probably in record time right now.”

There was nothing Sarah wanted more than to give him some of the same pleasure he’d given her tonight. He gave so much and asked for very little. There was nothing she wanted more right now than to give him something of herself. She turned her body and grasped his cock again. “Help me do it right,” she said hesitantly before licking over the tip.

She slowly moved her hand and wrapped her lips around the shaft, taking as much as she possibly could and applying suction as she pulled back.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think I need to teach you much,” Dante groaned, spearing his hand through her hair and guiding her head.

Sarah lost herself in the taste and smell of Dante, breathing him in as she kept taking him deeper and deeper with each downward stroke. His every groan of pleasure sent shivers through her body.

“That’s good, Sarah. So damn good,” he crooned to her. “Watching you go down on me is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

Her eyes flew to his face. He had propped his head on the pillows, watching her as she pleasured him. Their eyes locked and held, but she didn’t stop. His intense look of pure ecstasy made her belly flutter with heat, and she moved faster, took him even deeper, adding more suction as she tightened her lips around his cock.

His hand gripped her hair tighter, and his head fell back against the pillow, breaking their eye contact. Cupping his balls gently, she started swirling her tongue on the tip of his cock every time she pulled back, bringing a strangled groan from his mouth. He started controlling the pace, urging her head with his hand to go faster.

Sarah could feel his pleasure like it was her own, understanding why he found satisfaction in making her orgasm. Her possessive instincts kicked her right in the gut, and she took his cock into her mouth like it belonged to her, claiming it, owning it.

“Oh, Christ. I’m going to explode, Sarah,” Dante told her in a harsh, graveled voice.

Come for me, Dante.

She needed to be the woman who satisfied him. After what he’d done to awaken her body, she was frenzied to do the same to him, desperate to taste his fulfillment.

Come for me.

He came with a low groan, his hand fisting in her hair, trying to pull her mouth from him. She ignored his nonverbal warning, wanting to taste his orgasm on her tongue. His hot release flooded her throat and she let it flow over her tongue before swallowing, moaning around him as his cock pulsated in her mouth. She ran her tongue up the shaft soothingly after he was spent, and then swiped it over the tip, wanting every drop he had to give. Dante tasted decadent and male, and he smelled like erotic bliss.

He leaned up, then hauled her back up beside him and kissed her.

“Now we taste like each other,” she told him in an amused voice after he’d relinquished her mouth. Resting her head on his shoulder to avoid putting any pressure on his sore chest, she released a long sigh of contentment.

“Yeah. And I’m addicted to the taste of you now,” Dante answered huskily. “All I’ll think about is fucking you every time I hear your voice or see your face. Hell, I’ll think it about it even if you’re not in the same room.”