The Heiress' Revenge-Chapter 23

A R I A N A

I woke up in the middle of the night, my throat dry and scratchy, I was very thirsty and my jar was empty.

My eyes moved to the clock on my bedside table glowed 2:47 AM in bright red numbers.

I growled, throwing off the covers and padded barefoot to the door. The marble floor was cold under my feet as I made my way downstairs, careful not to make noise.

The kitchen was dark except for the faint glow of the stove light. I didn’t bother turning on more lights cause I knew this house well enough now to walk in the dark.

I was halfway to the fridge when I walked straight into something hard.

No, someone.

"Dante!" I gasped, stumbling backward.

I don’t know why I yelled his name, I wasn’t sure if it was him but his name found it to my lips so easily.

His hands shot out to steady me, warm and firm on my bare arms, his masculine scent hitting my nostrils.

Yeah! That’s him.

My hands moved in his chest feeling the heat before the realization, he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

The dim light outlined every ridge of his abs, the sharp V of his hips disappearing into low-slung sweatpants. My mouth went even drier than before.

"Ariana," he said, his voice rough with sleep. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

"I... I’m not," I lied, trying to step back but his grip tightened.

He reached up and pinched my nose lightly, like I was a misbehaving child. "Why are you up so late?"

Dropping the avoiding him topic which I was greatful for. I was avoiding him, he was being so unusual and unlike him it made me cautious.

I swatted his hand away. "I could ask you the same thing."

Dante chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. "I asked first."

The closeness, the darkness, the way his thumb was absently stroking my arm it was all too much.

"I was thirsty," I mumbled.

Dante didn’t move, he kept staring down at me with those dark eyes that saw too much. "And now?"

Now I wasn’t thirsty for water.

The thought shocked me so much I jerked away.

I tried to pull away, really I did but Dante’s hand shot out, catching my wrist. His grip wasn’t tight, but it was firm enough to stop me.

"Let go," I whispered, but my voice shook.

Dante stepped closer, his bare chest brushing against my thin nightgown, the heat from his skin burned through the fabric. I could feel every hard muscle, every ridge of his abs.

"You said you were thirsty," he murmured, his breath warm on my face.

I swallowed hard. "I was."

His free hand came up, fingertips barely grazing my collarbone. "And now?"

I couldn’t answer my breath came faster as his fingers trailed higher, up my neck, along my jaw.

Then he touched my lower lip his rough fingertip tracing the curve, my mouth opened without me meaning it to.

Dante’s eyes darkened. "Still thirsty, carino?"

Before I could respond, his hand slid down, over the thin fabric of my nightgown my nipple hardened instantly under his palm, the peak pressing visibly against the silk.

I gasped.

Dante smirked. "See? Your body knows what it wants."

His thumb circled the stiff peak, slowly at first, then faster, a bolt of pleasure shot straight to my core.

My legs wobbled.

"Don’t fight it," Dante murmured, his other hand sliding around my waist to pull me closer. "Let me hear you."

I bit my lip to stop the moan threatening to escape.

Dante tutted, pinching my nipple lightly through the fabric. "I don’t like repeating myself Carino."

The sharp pleasure-pain broke me a groan slipped out before I could stop it.

Dante’s smile was pure satisfaction. "Good girl."

Then his mouth crashed down on mine, swallowing my next moan, his tongue swept in, claiming, demanding, his one hand still played with my nipple while the other gripped my hip hard enough to leave bruises.

I should have pushed him away I should have remembered all the reasons this was a bad idea.

I wasn’t suppose to feel this way for a man like him, he was dangerous and despicable, no difference with my father yet I didn’t stop him, I wanted him to keep going.

His touch made me forget everything, my thirst, my anger, even my own name.

There was only this only him and I wanted him.

"Fuck," he murmured against my ear, his breath hot. "You’re so fucking perfect"

I opened my mouth to protest, but his hand slid down, slipping beneath the waistband of my panties before I could react.

His fingers found me wet, already aching.

"So eager," Dante growled, his fingers circling my clit slowly. "You’re so wet for me Carino"

I bit my lip to stifle a moan my legs trembled as his touch grew firmer.

"Tell me what you want, Carino," he demanded, his teeth grazing my neck. "Say it."

His fingers plunged inside me suddenly, curling in a way that made my knees buckle. "So tight," he groaned. "Always so perfect for me."

"I... I... fuck Dante" The words stuck in my throat as his thumb pressed hard against my clit.

Dante spun me around, slamming my back against the fridge the cold metal shocked my skin as he dropped to his knees, yanking my panties down in one swift motion.

"No more games," he said, spreading my thighs wide. "Tonight, you scream my name."

His mouth crashed against my core, tongue licking a hot stripe through my folds.

All the right reasons left my head.

I gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured me.

Dante was relentless sucking, licking, fucking me with his tongue until my legs shook his fingers joined his mouth, curling inside me just right, I shattered.

"Dante—"

My climax hit hard, my cry echoing through the kitchen, he swallowed every drop, his grip bruising on my hips.

As I came down, trembling, he stood and lifted me effortlessly onto the counter. His sweatpants hung low, his erection straining against the fabric.

"Fuck Carino..." he said, voice rough, "let’s see how loud you really are."

His cock spring free from his pants my eyes widening at the length and before I could protest, he thrust inside me, filling me completely, I realized I didn’t want to escape this man.

I wanted to drown in him.