Chapter 21

"Yours?" I repeated, feeling my stomach churning at the aggressive confession.

"Only mine, Evie," he murmured and the warmth of his voice enveloped me. Her face was on top of mine, as was her warm body and as if drawn by a magnet, our lips came together in sync in a rush, needing the contact.

I circled her neck tightly to glue her body to mine and she did not hesitate for a second to accept my approach; her hands ventured inside my wet clothes and the force she imposed gave me to understand that this time it was not a simple passionate kiss.

The way he kissed me was like no other, not even Mauro. That need for contact, to feel me closer and the ferocity of his caresses on my skin.

However, I didn't know if I needed it for the alcohol, or for myself.

A gasp escaped my lips as I felt the bulge of his pants press against my womanhood, hungry to remove the fabric in between and revel in the animal he kept in his pants.

He moved a little away from me to remove the shirt that prevented skin contact with my half-naked skin and tugged my pajama shorts under the water.

The excitement reached unsuspected levels as I realized that he was about to make me his in the middle of the pool, where anyone could see us, even Mauro, but I could see the desire flooding Dante's gaze and he didn't care.

He caressed my ass as if it belonged to him, as he played with my panties, tempting the beast hiding inside me.

He lifted the seam with his curious fingers and for the first time I felt like I was going to explode if he kept torturing me like that.

When he wrapped his hand around my womanhood, the skin burned to the touch like fire, for the fact that I never thought I would have Dante like that; owning my desires.

He gasped as I did, excited.

My body arched aggressively as he thrust two fingers inside me without warning and these were not short, so I feared for a second being too obvious.

"You're tight," he whispered in my ear and my only response was to moan at the movements of his fingers inside me, "How yummy it feels.

"Stop it," I implored, but that only made him accelerate the speed of his movements and my body reacted.

No matter how cold the water was, he had turned my temperature up to 100 degrees and I was going crazy; butterflies were exploding like fireworks in my lower belly.

He was taking over my moans, silencing each of them with his mouth and the end of my suffering was approaching at great speed. He seemed to notice by my legs, which were closing tightly in excitement and climax.

He increased his thrusts and bit my lower lip, causing me a thousand sensations at once and finally the bomb exploded between his magic fingers, which kept moving.

The last moan, deep and long, showed him how good he had made me feel just with his fingers.

The pool had again witnessed my desires and confused feelings, but that was enough to give him the permission he needed to take me over completely.

He lifted me into his arms, no matter how weak the first orgasm had left me, and walked around the house without letting go, with an anxiety that could be felt in the air.

"The pool looked a mess," I whispered, as soon as we crossed the threshold into his room.

"I'm about to lock you in my room, and you're worried about the pool?" he smirked and I was immediately worried about what he was about to allow, "You're amazing.

"I don't think I'm ready for this," I slammed my legs shut.

"I just listened to you enjoy the best orgasm of your life, you can't say no. I've already prepared you for me," he climbed onto the bed, above me, determined to everything with that look of determination and desire overflowing from his wet pants.

"And Mauro?

He didn't seem too happy that I mentioned it and lifted me off the bed; his grips were a bit aggressive, as if he was annoyed.

He entered his private bathroom and it was much bigger than mine; it even had a Jacuzzi, bathtub and private shower.

I felt the hot water from the shower pouring down my head and back, exponentially raising my temperature again, under his sizzling gaze.

I could no longer do anything to back out or he might misinterpret it as a rejection and that was not the idea; the need that burned him to have me, to make me his, no matter the place, hinted that a rejection at that point could cause serious problems to the original plan.

His small lips met mine again, with a ferocity that could steal my breath away. In that instant, my body belonged to him.

I didn't know how he was able to hold me for so long without changing position, but that made it look all the more exciting; a superhuman strength that no one else had.

My hands enjoyed the curves of his muscles, at the same time he did the same with my hips and breasts.

He lowered me to the cold tile and turned me around so that my back was to him. My lower belly was throbbing madly from the uncontrollable situation.

With one of his hands he clasped my wrists together above my head, just like a submissive and my whole body vibrated with desire as soon as I felt his male member cling to my buttocks; the beast inside me escaped the moment I sensed the thickness and size of what he had there, tantalizing my senses.

His lips followed a back and forth of torture and as I was about to plead with a gasp, the bedroom door began to ring repeatedly.

"Dante, it's me, Mauro, are you awake?" he shouted from the other side to whom I least expected and I jumped in surprise the moment the black haired one hit the tile next to my body with great force, "I really doubt you're asleep.

I turned around and Dante already had his pants on, but he was in a rage. He looked like he wanted to kill Mauro.

I covered my body with the bathrobe next to the bliss and walked over to him, "Hey," I got his attention, but he looked lost. He tensed his jaw as soon as I wrapped my hands around his face.

I kissed his lips slowly to reassure him and he didn't seem to want to break away, but I didn't plan to give Mauro reason to be suspicious, not yet.

"You should change," I whispered and he nodded.

"How did you do that?" he questioned and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, "You managed to calm me down.

"I don't know," I stroked his black hair and he looked at me again with his sublime irises, so vulnerable to my presence.

She turned away from me without much desire and closed the bathroom door, to avoid being seen by Mauro.

I sighed, feeling the confused beating of my heart.

"What happened, what's the rush, Mauro?" I heard Dante's voice on the other side of the door.

"Why did you show yourself so much in opening, were you sleeping?

"Yes, what's wrong?" he sounded exasperated.

"I just can't find Evie, she's not in her room. There's a broken bottle in the bar and two in the pool," he mentioned gravely and I tensed my jaw in concern, "What's going on, Dante, was it her?