Page 41 of Revenge

Were we two souls destined to collide in this lifetime? Did I recognize her then?

I think I did.

With that realization, I lose all control, plowing into her hard, forgetting to be careful with her. I grip the headboard and slam in, again and again, until my balls pump.

I shout as I come and Dahlia wraps her legs around my back, holding me against her. I’m blinded, seeing only fireworks on a black backdrop for a moment as I release and release inside her.

“Dahlia.” I remember her, shocked back to reality by the realization that I’ve been rough with her–terribly rough for an untouched virgin.

Her eyes are squeezed shut.

I reach between us and rub her clit, and her muscles spasm around my cock.

She cries out, arching against me. “Oh my God!”

“That’s it, Principessa. You come, too.”

“Oh God.” She continues to clench and squeeze my cock, drawing another release from me. “So good.”

Thank fuck.

I roll us to our sides and wrap her in my arms, kissing her forehead, her nose, her lips. “Was that good, sweet girl?”

“Mmm hmm.”

I stroke her back, savoring the feel of her soft skin, the way she melts against me and lets me hold her.

For the first time in years, something in me quiets.

It rests.

Dahlia’s mine. Maybe not in heart, yet, but in body.

The rest will come.

Chapter Nine

Dahlia

I wake still snuggled in the circle of Antonio’s arms. I'm warm and sated. Sore but in a good way.

When I move, Antonio’s arms tighten around me, and he kisses the back of my head.

I didn’t mean to have sex with him.

Oh, who am I kidding? I wanted it. I have wanted it ever since the night of my debutante ball. Every time I imagined sex, it was with him.

And it was so much better than I ever imagined. So satisfying. So addictive.

I definitely want more.

But the part I never even contemplated was this.

Being held. Stroked. Murmured to between soft kisses.

Antonio’s affection terrifies me. It feels so good. Exactly what I’ve needed my whole life. And now that I’ve known this kind of attention, I never want to lose it.

Last night when I went to the bathroom, I was able to slip a message to the restaurant host. I promised him my father would reward him handsomely if he called the number and told him I was there.