Toxic Love: A Dark Enemies To Lovers Mafia Romance
Toxic Love: Chapter 26

There are moments in life that feel like you’re teetering on the edge of a cliff. One little breeze—one touch, one gasp—will have you falling into the abyss.

And when you do fall, it’s like your mind focuses on individual senses. The sound of the air whooshing past your ears. The taste of the dust from the cliff wall behind you collecting on your tongue. The scent of your own fear as the adrenaline takes hold.

I might not literally be falling from a cliff when Dante scoops me into his arms and strides into the bedroom as he devours my lips. But try telling that to my senses as my reality splits into pieces.

The feel of his hands on my ass as my legs wrap around his hips. The thudding sound of my own pulse in my ears, mixed with the low baritone of his groans.

The taste of his mouth.

The scent of his body.

There’s no sight, at first because the bedroom is dark. Then, before my vision can adjust, it’s because he’s slipping something silky over my eyes, blindfolding me.

For a moment, my adrenaline spikes. My heart misses a beat, and the desire pooling between my thighs evaporates as a vicious darkness takes hold.

“You’re not there, little hurricane,” Dante growls in my ear, his weight shifting on the four-poster bed behind me as I perch on the edge. His hands tighten the blindfold a little more, sending my heart rate through the roof.

“You are not. There,” he rasps against my neck. The mix of muscle memory panic swirling with the intense physical desire even smelling this man evokes in me is both breathtaking and unnerving at the same time.

Hot and cold.

Yin and yang.

Order and chaos.

“You’re here, with me,” he growls quietly.

I flinch, whimpering as his teeth nip at my earlobe. His hands take fistfuls of my dress, and I shiver as I feel him pull it up over my hips, my ass raising as the garment slips up my spine. He lifts my arms in slow, sensual, unhurried motions, slipping the dress off me. I hear it being tossed aside, feel his hands slide slowly back down my raised arms.

“Do. You. Trust. Me.”

Each word brushes against my ear like a painter flicking paint. Like a whispered prayer, or an incantation.

I can still feel the fear rippling inside of me, threatening to flay me alive. But the nearness of him and the rasp of his voice right in my ear keep me from flying away on the wind.

“Yes,” I choke through panted breaths.

“I told you I was going to push you, Tempest,” he growls quietly. “I warned you I was going to break down your boundaries. Are you sure you trust me?”

I nod again. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He lifts one of my arms, his hands sensually teasing up and down the inside of my forearm and wrist, so gently that I can feel the tension leaving my body as my eyes close under the blindfold.

And then something metallic clamps around that wrist with a sharp click.

Oh fuck.

“It’s still me,” Dante murmurs into my ear, stroking the other arm. “It’s just me, and it’s just you. And you know you trust me.”

He lifts the other arm, and even though I’m expecting it this time, I still jerk when I feel it clamp around my wrist.

“Stay with me, little hurricane,” he growls softly. “Stay right here with me.”

His hands slide down my arms, over my shoulders, and then slip down to the sides of my ribcage. It’s only then that I realize my arms are both up, totally immobilized.

Just like that other night long ago.

The fear begins to flood my core, my breath coming in short, staccato gasps as I start to shake. But slowly, his warm, strong hands slide over my skin until his fingertips tease over my breasts. Even through there’s fear, the feel of his touch and the scent of him have my nipples tightening to points against his palm as he cups my breasts, lifting and squeezing until his fingers pinch the aching buds.

Oh fuck.

I’m shaking from the mix of adrenaline and fear. But this is different than the night I was helpless to say no, or to fight back. And it’s not just that I know I can speak up this time and end this whole thing.

It’s that this time, it’s Dante.

Whom I trust.

“I’m not bringing you back to that place in your mind to scare or hurt you,” he growls. I gasp as his fingers tease and roll my nipples, sending electric sparks zipping through my core. “I’m bringing you back there so I can destroy that place in your head. When you feel the pull of being restrained, or replace yourself in the darkness, or sense that you’re being pushed to the bleeding edges of your boundaries, you won’t feel afraid anymore, little hurricane.”

His hand slips slowly down my stomach, sending rippling sparks spiraling out like waves from his touch. His fingertips slip under the lace edge of my panties, and when they slide wetly through my lips and roll over my clit, my eyes roll back and my jaw falls open in ecstasy.

“Because you’ll feel me.”

Two thick fingers sink deep into my pussy. I moan, shuddering against the cuffs holding my arms up and trembling when I feel the heat of his body envelop mine. His fingers slide back out, rubbing my clit in slow circles before they sink back in, deep. I cry out, my back arching and my arms straining against the bonds on my wrists. Dante strokes his fingers in and out of my soaking pussy, his palm grinding against my clit until I’m gasping.

Which is exactly when he pulls away. Suddenly, his fingers are tracing my lips.

Wet. Slick. Tasting of me.

“Suck.”

I groan, opening my mouth and letting my lips close around the fingers he was just teasing my pussy with.

I taste good.

His fingers leave my mouth, and I hear him slide off the bed to stand right in front of me. His hands grip my hips and my ass, lifting me up slightly before he slides me back on the bed.

“We’re only just starting, baby girl.”

His hands skim up my thighs, making my hips rise on their own accord as his fingers slip into the waistband of my panties. The lace slips down my legs before I feel his hands wrap around one ankle. He lifts that foot, placing it on the bed and pushing it out to the side. I almost expect it this time when a cuff clicks shut around it, but I still burn with heat.

“If it’s too much, tell me,” he growls, his hands sliding up my thighs until they stop just short of touching my pussy.

“Will you stop if I do?” I whisper.

“Maybe.”

Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot.

He lifts and clamps my other ankle, making my face heat at the lewd, vulnerable position that has me sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs spread as wide as they can go.

His hand cups my pussy, a finger dragging up through my slick lips as I gasp sharply. It’s insane how fucking wet I always get for him: I can feel it dripping out of me and coating his fingers, and my face throbs with embarrassment at just how much there is.

“Don’t get shy,” Dante growls quietly. “Do you have any fucking idea how much I like how drippy and messy your sweet pussy gets for me?”

I jolt when I feel his breath hot on one thigh, then the other, then back, all the while inching closer and closer, until suddenly, his tongue drags through my lips, and I cry out loudly.

“Good girl,” he growls, licking me again. “Let me hear how much you want my tongue on this pretty pussy.”

“Please,” I choke. “Don’t stop—oh, fuuuuck…”

His tongue plunges deep into me, like he’s trying get every drop of me or taste me from the inside out. My eyes roll back again under the blindfold, my whole body spasming and jolting as Dante devours my pussy.

I moan when his tongue drags up to my clit, his lips wrapping around the throbbing nub, his tongue swirling over it. He does it again and again, adding pressure as he sucks until my body begins to shake and clench.

Slowly, he sinks two fingers into me, stroking them in and out against my g-spot as he tongues my clit. His thumb dips lower, and when it just brushes over my puckered back hole, electric sparks explode throughout my core.

“Oh my fucking God⁠—”

“If you’re going to pray to someone, little hurricane,” he rasps against my pussy, “It’d better be me, because I don’t see God down here with his tongue buried deep in your messy little cunt.”

The breath explodes from my lungs with a whine of pleasure as he attacks my pussy again. His tongue is everywhere: licking, teasing, tasting, swirling. His lips hum and suck, and his fingers push deep, stroking my most intimate places. My muscles contract and pull tight, straining against the cuffs on my wrists and ankles as I drown in the pleasure of his mouth.

When I come, it’s like the whole world goes white and explodes into flames. My head drops back, my entire body arching shamelessly against Dante’s tongue.

His mouth stays where it is, still sucking my hypersensitive clit and sending aftershocks thrumming through my core. When he pulls away, he leaves his fingers inside me. I feel him stand, and when he slides between my spread thighs, I realize he’s naked.

I whimper as I feel his throbbing hard, swollen cock press hotly against my breasts. The fingers of one hand stroke in and out of me as his other hand cups my cheek. His mouth slams to mine, sending my pulse skyrocketing. His tongue dances with mine, and I suck it hungrily into my mouth, tasting myself in his kiss.

“Are you scared yet, little hurricane?”

I shake my head.

“How about now.”

I gasp as he pushes me back, a metallic sliding sound accompanying the feel of the arm restraints sliding back a little on some sort of track. When they come to a stop, I’m leaned halfway back down to the bed, with my arms still over my head and my legs still spread wide.

“Scared?”

I shake my head again. “No.”

Dante makes a tsking sound. “How about now.”

Adrenaline redlines through my system as his hand suddenly wraps tight around my throat. He squeezes a little, making it feel like every nerve ending in my body is exploding into flames simultaneously.

“And now?” He growls, a menace to his voice. “Are you scared yet?”

“Do whatever you want to me,” I gasp, shuddering with pleasure as my pussy tightens around his fingers. “You’re not going to scare me.”

I feel him stiffen and pause, his lips an inch from mine.

“No?”

I shake my head. “No,” I choke. “Because I want you to do anything you want to me.”

“Careful what you wish for, little hurricane,” he growls.

“Please—”

“Let’s start with seeing how well you can take every inch of my cock.”

It happens so fast it takes my breath away. His fingers slip from between my legs. And suddenly, the huge head of his cock is pushing into me. Fuck, he always feels big, but it’s like he’s even harder than usual this time, if that’s even possible. Like he’s extra eager to fuck me.

Which is exactly what he does.

I moan when Dante rams his cock deep into my needy pussy. His thickness stretches me to my limit, knocking the air from my lungs before he slams his lips to mine. I moan into his mouth, desperate to wrap my legs around him before remembering that my ankles are held fast.

Knowing that I’m bound and wide open for him to use as he pleases, I’ve literally never been so turned on.

It’s the loss of control that puts me in charge.

It’s the immobilization that sets me free.

It’s facing the past and telling it to go fuck itself because I’m not afraid of it anymore that breaks whatever hold it still has on me.

When I cry out into Dante’s mouth, it’s a scream of freedom. A sob of release and a plea for more. His hand tightens on my throat, his tongue dancing with mine as his other hand fists my hair. The hand on my neck drops to my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples as he fucks me hard.

The hand in my hair yanks my head back, exposing my neck as his lips drag from mine to bite and suck at the tender flesh. His hand drops between my legs, and when he starts to rub my clit as he fucks the living hell out of me, I come completely undone.

“Dante!”

“Louder,” he growls into my neck. “I want you to scream it.”

“Dante!!”

“LOUDER. I want the neighbors a goddamn block away to know who’s fucking you, and taking you, and owning you.”

“DANTE!!!” I cry out, choking on my breath as my entire body spasms and tightens into a white-hot ball. “Fuuuucckk meee!”

I came harder than I’ve ever come before earlier on his tongue.

This orgasm is even stronger.

It’s like the molecules of my mind and body break apart and shatter into the cosmos. My entire soul swells to ten times its size, exploding from my pores and mouth and fingertips. My pussy ripples and clenches around his cock over and over as he keeps fucking me from one orgasm into another, until it feels like I might black out.

With a groan, Dante pulls out, his breath ragged. I moan as the hot spray of his cum splatters in thick ropes over my stomach, my breasts, and my neck. It drips sticky and hot from my nipples as more sprays against my pussy and my thighs, covering me in his cum before he plunges back into me.

I’m shaking as we come to a stop—literally, like my entire body is about to give out. I’m only dimly aware of him undoing my ankles, still between my legs with his cock still hard inside me. My arms are next, and he pauses after undoing the first cuff to hook it around his neck before removing the second.

I cling to him with all four limbs, limp and shaking as he picks me up gently and carries me into the bathroom. He sets my ass on the edge of the vanity as he uses his foot to kick on the tub. It fills with steam and bubbles as we stay like that, my legs around him, his cock still inside of me.

His mouth gently kissing mine as I come back to earth.

And that’s exactly how we stay once the tub is filled and he carries me over and sinks into it: with me still impaled on his cock, and my lips locked with his.