The Heiress' Re Chapter 82

Chapter 82: Chapter 82

D A N T E

I turned my back on her as I walked to my desk trying to breathe but I could still feel her lips on mine.

I could still taste her.

It made

so angry that even after five years, five fucking years of hating her yet my body still wanted her.

The second I touched her, my dick got hard It was a betrayal, my own body was betraying .

I heard a small sound from behind .

A sob.

It was like pouring gasoline on my anger.

I turned around she was on the floor, crying looking small and broken... and still so beautiful It made

want to break her even more.

I crossed the room in three long strides not saying a word I just reached down, grabbed her face, and reclaid her lips.

This kiss was not to shut her up, the kiss was because I had to It was a fire in my blood I could not put out.

She gasped against my mouth.

She tried to turn her head, but I held her firm, I kissed her deeper, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

She tasted the sa, she still tasted like mine.

A groan ripped from my chest I hated it.

I hated that I wanted her, I hated that even now, after everything, my body scread for her.

I broke the kiss, breathing hard I looked at her dazed, tear-streaked face I could not stand it.

In one swift movent, I picked her up she was light too light.

I carried her to my large, expensive desk and swept everything off it with my arm papers, my computer, a glass paperweight.

It all crashed to the floor as I laid her down on the cold, hard wood of the desk.

I stood between her legs, looking down at her dress that was rumpled.

Her eyes were wide with fear and sothing else... confusion.

"I hate you," I growled, my voice low and rough. "I hate that you can still do this to

I hate that I look at you and all I can think about is being inside you."

I leaned over her, my hands on either side of her head, caging her in.

"You broke ," I whispered, my face inches from hers. "And I still want you. What does that make ?"

I did not wait for an answer I crushed my mouth to hers again knowing that was not about love but rather pain.

This was about punishnt.

This was about claiming what was once mine, even if I hated myself for wanting it.

I’ve wanted her the minute she wakes into the office that day.

Ariana never fails to make

hard even without trying.

I fucking wanted her, I needed her.

I broke the kiss lifting and spreading her thighs as I hiked her dress up, I pull down the panties as she tried to protest.

"Dante—"

I send her a glare that has her shut up, I could sll her arousal, a smirk lingering on my lips knowing that she wanted

just as much I did.

Her dripping cunt spread to my eyes, god she is so beautiful, I spread wider before positioning her legs over each of my shoulders, cupping her ass, I lifted her to my face, imdiately closing my mouth around her clit and sucking hard.

My tongue swirled over her clit again and again, and her hips rolled in my grip, her heels digging into my back.

"Ungh..." she moaned loudly now, one of her hands burying itself in my hair and yanking on the strands.

My tongue continued to tease her, to taste all of her as she threw her head back and whimpered, breasts heaving as she rocked her sweet pussy against my face.

She tasted like heaven.

Her taste and erotic noises she was making, my dick was painfully throbbing against the soft material of my pants.

Fuck!

I wanted her cubt wrapped around my throbbing dick.

I hissed reaching for my belt as I digged my tongue deeper into her, devouring and relishing her taste, I drew my pants down and releasing my cock I groaned into her as I fisted it, stroking hard and then I had to squeeze myself to stop from nearly blowing my load prematurely.

I didn’t want to finish in my hand as much as I wanted to release I needed it to be inside of her.

"Dante please—" she cried out as I pulled away.

"Look at you... so needy and sluty" I hissed.

"Who do you belong to?" I demand inching my cock to her cunt.

She groaned at the contact trying to make friction but I held her waist steadily.

"I don’t belong to you Dante... I may have but I—-"

I cut her off with a hard thrust, he word’s dying down with a moan.

"Fuck.." I groaned at the heat that wrapped around my mber, she felt so tight.

"So fucking good." I grunted reaching for her left breast.

My long and hard thrust were constant as I pounded into her never faltering for a second causing her to clench around

repeatedly

I gasped. "Don’t do that."

"I can’t-" she quivered underneath

and clenched again involuntarily.

"Stop doing that! For fucks sake, you’re going to make

cum." I hissed and clutched the back of her neck to turn her head to the side.

I tilted my upper half to gaze down at her and the sight of her face and ssy hair had

at the edge of an orgasm.

"Stop that- oh fuck." I groaned and dropped my head into the side of her neck.

"Say it... who do you belong to" I demand as I increased my pace.

"Dante please—" she cried out making friction.

"Fucking say it!"

"You!" She cried out.

I began to pound so aggressively and roughly the sound of my pelvis eting my ass echoed through the office.

"Fuck!" I hissed through my teeth and furrowed my brows.

Our organisms finally hit, I bury my seed deep inside her.