Wicked Surrender (Regency Sinners)(32)

“It will not stop, Dante,” she choked. “It will not stop!” she repeated brokenly.

His fingers moved to her hips and he held her firmly as he withdrew carefully but determinedly. Even so, that withdrawal scraped across those sensitive nerves inside Bella and sent her into another paroxysm of pleasure even as she slowly tumbled over sideways onto the carpet. Her whole body was shaking as she curled herself up into a ball.

Dante lay down beside her to take her trembling body into his arms and hold her tightly, her back against his chest.

He had never experienced anything like making love to Bella. It was as if their bodies, denied each other for so long, had decided to take every measure of pleasure they had missed out on for so many years.

Whatever the reason, their lovemaking had been more erotic, more satisfying, than anything else Dante had ever experienced in his five and thirty years. He wanted that again. And again.

Like a drug.

Or an addiction.





Chapter 11


Bella was alone in bed when she finally woke to the bright sun shining in through the window the following morning, although she had no idea how she came to be there. The last thing she remembered was—

Oh God.

Dante had spanked her. It had hurt at first, but then her body had been suffused with warmth and—

Oh God.

Dante had indeed kissed her better once he finished spanking her. Not merely kissed her, but thrust his tongue inside her channel and squeezed and pinched her nipples at the same time, until the wild clamoring inside her body brought her to release.

His cock had felt enormous as it breached the entrance to her channel from behind before he had thrust deeper, harder. He had claimed every part of her, until it seemed as if he became a part of her.

Climax after climax had followed, until they all melded into one continuous high of pleasure that refused to give her respite or to cease.

Bella now buried her face in her hands as she recalled the shaking and trembling of her body as that hot pleasure took her higher, and then higher still. Until she could no longer think but only feel, all her senses centered on that never-ending climax until Dante finally withdrew and she tumbled, boneless, onto the carpet before knowing no more.

Had her response even been normal?

She had never experienced anything even remotely like that with Jeremy. Had never come even close to doing so.

Nor had she known it was possible for a man to release in a second climax so soon after the first one. She had been so sure after he had released inside her so copiously for several long minutes that Dante had no more to give. Then, mere minutes later, his hands had gripped her tightly, his breathing became ragged, as he released and pumped inside her again until he collapsed against her back. Even then, his cock had remained hard and pulsing, setting off climax after climax inside her until she thought she might faint from such an abundance of pleasure.

She had fainted.

Dante must have picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Every part of Bella ached as she now attempted to move. Her bottom and the back of her thighs felt stinging and hot from the force of Dante’s hand. Her nipples were sore from the ministrations of his fingers. Between her thighs felt as if—as if—

As if something large had been thrust inside her for a great length of time, stretching her to her limits both in girth and length.

As it had.

Throwing back the bedcovers had also revealed she was completely naked, her ripped and ruined night rail draped over the back of the chair in the corner of the room. Placed there by Dante? Before or after he had carried her to the bed.

After doing so, had he undressed himself and spent the rest of the night with her in this bed?

The indent on the pillow beside her own would indicate he had.

Then where was he now?

More importantly, how was she to face him again after the intensity of lovemaking they had shared the previous night?

Bella instantly questioned as to why she was worrying about it at all. Dante had behaved like a barbarian. He had spanked her, for goodness’ sake, as if she were a naughty child. What had followed had been as a result of that spanking. Emotions and senses were running feverishly high after the receiving and administering of that punishment.

It had been Dante’s choice to make love to and with her afterwards.

As such, she would not cower and flinch from facing him again.



Dante had no idea what he had expected when he and Bella met again this morning after their wild and extremely satisfying lovemaking the previous night. Reproach, perhaps. Maybe a series of accusations regarding the demands he had made of her. Demands that had certainly heightened their pleasure, but which Bella might not appreciate in the full light of morning.

He had certainly not expected her to come waltzing into the kitchen, wearing a floral summer gown and a glowing smile that lit up the darkness of her eyes and gave color to her cheeks.

“I am starving,” she announced as she began to look through the kitchen cupboards.

Dante winced for her as she bent over to search through the lower cupboards, sure the stretching of the backs of her thighs and the clothing tightening against her bottom must be causing her discomfort. If it was, Bella gave no sign of it as she began to hum softly under her breath as she took eggs, butter, and milk from the larder.

“Do you even know how to cook?”

“As it happens, yes.” She gave him a bright and meaningless smile as she put some of the eggs, butter, and milk into a pan before placing it on top of the hot range and stirring it with a wooden spoon. “After my father died, my mother and I had to survive as best we could. His family had never really accepted his Spanish wife, and so we lived alone in our house outside Paris for almost a year after the servants ran off. Four men broke in and robbed us late one night. Thankfully, they took only the silver and jewelry, but my mother nevertheless decided we must return to the city and endeavor to take a boat to England for our own safety.”