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Warning: Extra long chapter

Smut ahead 

Chapter 22: Lost (Dante's POV)

The moment those words escaped her mouth, I knew I was ruined. And I'd be damned if I didn't ruin her by the end of the night too. 

I tried, I could swear on the Gods above, I truly tried to keep my urges and body under control, but seeing her in front of me, feeling her skin like silk beneath my calloused palms, and seeing her fight her desires the way I was... All of it only tempted me more. 

I wanted Anastasia Vitalio in every way a person could be wanted. The consequences be damned. I didn't care that we weren't allowed to do this. 

Maintaining a safe distance wasn't only a rule we had set for each other but also a rule that came with working in the FBI as partners. We were strictly prohibited from getting involved on any level. Emotionally too, but especially physically. 

That was precisely why we kept it under such tight wraps the first time around. It wasn't until after I went rogue and underground that Marshall found out the truth. 

The smallest moan from her lips had blood rushing to my dick, and fuck, if I didn't have her tonight, I would simply perish. 

As I began lifting her top, I felt her hands come down on my chest moments before she pushed me away, catching her breath. "Convince me," she demanded with a newfound resolve and stubbornness. 

"Excuse me?" I scoffed softly. 

"I said, convince me." A smug brow arched as her lips twitched in amusement. 

I took another step forward, hooking my fingers into the hem of her top. "I don't have to convince you of anything," I said softly, hitching it up higher. 

Her hands caught mine, easing them off slowly. "Then you don't get to have me," she said slowly, enunciating each word. 

"Do I have to remind you? You asked me not to stop," I pointed out. 

"I had a moment of weakness," she shrugged nonchalantly. 

"And you're suddenly back to your senses?" I asked dryly. 

She nodded casually. "I don't let men I don't like do dirty things to me, Mr Rossi," she mused, tracing the buttons down my first with a single finger, toying with each of them. Her lips twitched into a smirk as she lifted her gaze back to mine. 

Realization dawned on me as I held her eyes. It was a test, a game that she was playing simply for her amusement. I knew Anastasia's body and desires like the back of my hand. I read her body language and mind games like an open book. 

Every curve of her body, I'd learned and memorized. I knew exactly where to touch her to steal her breath away, every spot to kiss to earn a moan from her lips. Anastasia liked to feel wanted, she liked to feel adored, but she especially liked to have me at her mercy. She liked knowing I would do anything to have her, to claim her body. She got off on the power play just as I did. 

"I don't like you very much, Mr Rossi," she added, tilting her head to the side. 

My hands settled on her hips as I drew her closer. "My tongue can be very persuasive," I smirked, leaning in until my lips brushed against hers. "I changed your mind once, I'm sure I could do it again if you'd let me, Mia Cara," I whispered, knowing just how much of a weakness it was for her to hear me calling her that. "Anastasia," I persisted. 

"Do you have no self-control?" she scoffed softly. 

"None when it comes to you," I answered honestly. 

"I have rules," she said after taking a moment to contemplate. 

Right... because those work very well for us, as the past has proven. 

"I'm all ears," I said begrudgingly. I didn't like having rules between us. I liked having that power, being able to have her whenever, wherever, however the fuck I wanted. 

"We won't make a habit out of this. Not this time. This... It's a one-time thing. We're only doing this once." 

"To get it out of our systems?" 

"Precisely." 

I eyed her with curiosity. "It's been a year, I've fucked you hundreds of times, and I'm still in your system. You think once is enough?" 

She stared back at me, her breath hitching as I slid my hands beneath her shirt, sliding them up her sides slowly, grazing over the bandage. 

"Are you certain?" I questioned as her top rode up to reveal more of her skin. 

A soft gasp escaped her as she arched into me, her lips barely met mine. 

"You won't crave me again?" I lifted her top higher slowly, giving her enough time to stop me if she wanted to. "Do you think once is enough?" I repeated. "If I fuck you tonight, can you promise me you'll never crave me again?" 

Eagerly, she leaned in for a kiss, but I turned away at the final moment, my lips tracing her jaw before I left a soft kiss on her throat. Her breaths were shaky as she clutched my shirt. 

"Can you give me your word?" I asked. "Tell me you'll never want me this way again. Tell me this truly is just a moment of weakness, Anastasia." 

She inhaled sharply as my teeth grazed her neck lightly. 

"You can't do it, can you?" I taunted, drawing back to find her eyes. "You're a filthy little liar, Ms Vitalio. No matter how much you deny it, I know you. Sometimes, better than you know yourself." She managed to slip the first button of my shirt undone, but I caught her hand and pinned it down. "Not so fast." 

Impatience flared in her eyes as she glared at me. "What do you want me to say? What do you want to hear?" she questioned. 

"Admit it." 

"Admit what?" 

"It doesn't matter how good and hard I fuck you tonight," I smirked, tilting her chin up as I traced her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. "You'll want me again tomorrow, more desperately than you do right now. Even more the day after that." 

She held my gaze, her breaths growing shallow as I dropped my hand over her shirt, tracing the curve of her breast, my thumb pressing into her sternum. 

"I want you to say it," I continued. "Admit that you want me to fuck you so hard, you'll still feel me inside of you when you wake up tomorrow morning. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Ask nicely." 

"I'll ask nicely," she said, taking me by surprise. "I'll beg if you want me to. But I can assure you, if we do this tonight, you'll be the one coming back for more, not me. It's always been that way, yet your ego doesn't let you admit it. You want me more than I want you. Don't forget, Mr Rossi. I could fuck anyone I wanted, but I chose you." 

I lifted a brow at her, a smirk dancing on my lips as she lifted back a mocking brow. "Is that a challenge?" 

"It's whatever you want it to be," she retorted. 

I nodded slowly, lifting her top again. "I'll keep that in mind. Lift those arms for me." 

She did, cautious of the wound on her side. "You always have to be this antagonizing, don't you?" she asked, smoothly undoing the buttons of my shirt as I tossed her top on the counter. 

"Where do you want me?" I asked instead, my lips grazing hers as I wrapped her legs around my torso. 

"Upstairs," she whispered against my mouth, her palm tracing every inch of my body as her touch glided down my chest and then my abdomen. "Have you been working out more?" she mused as I slid my hands up her thighs and cupped her ass, holding her against me as I made my way upstairs. 

"I needed to find a new way to blow off some steam," I told her, "you weren't there." 

"Sounds like you missed me too." 

My lips twitched. "Only hearing you moan my name the way you do when you come." 

Her eyes narrowed. "Dick." 

I pushed her bedroom door and kicked it shut behind me before making my way to her bed. Settling at the foot of the mattress, I drew her hips into mine, so she straddled me, her arms resting around my neck. "Can I kiss you?" I asked her. 

"You already did," she pointed out. 

"This is different. It was a rule you had at first. I wasn't allowed to kiss you." 

After the very first time, I'd fucked her, she'd set some rules. One was no kissing. We both realized very quickly it wouldn't suffice. I wanted to taste her mouth just as much as I wanted to taste every other part of her. 

She hesitated for a moment before her lips came down on mine with her fingers drifting to my hair. Her hips moved above my own as she ground into me, her lips parting as my tongue swept over her lower lip. 

Slowly, her hands drifted down to my shoulders, where she shrugged off my shirt and dropped it on the ground moments before trailing a finger down my side where she knew the ink was. 

Anastasia was the first person I'd bared those scars to. It was inconvenient with women in the past, but I'd never let them touch me the way Anastasia was allowed to, never let them see me without a shirt on, barely let them face me or look me in my eyes, even when sex was in question. 

With Anastasia, I didn't feel the need to conceal them. She didn't seem to care or question them, and I never felt conscious about them with her. With her, I could lay my armor down. 

She gasped against my lips as my fingers traveled up her spine, starting at the low of her back until I reached the clasp of her bra, unhooking it smoothly. Teasing each strap down her arms until I worked them past her wrists, I tugged her bra down, dropping it to the floor. 

Keeping one hand at the small of her back, I pulled her impossibly closer so our bodies were flush together before rising to my feet and spinning us around, easing her onto the bed. 

Bracing a hand on the bed, I planted one of my knees between her legs, my thigh brushing against her core, drawing a soft moan from her lips as I trailed my knuckles down her side, stopping at her hip. 

"It's been a year," I whispered against her lips. "Did you let anyone else fuck you like this?" 

She chuckled softly in amusement, "Are you jealous, Mr Rossi?" 

"Is that a yes?" I felt my jaw twitch as annoyance and anger surged through me. 

"I'm not yours," she retorted, a smug look in her eyes. 

"You are mine," I replied, unbuttoning her jeans, then slowly working them past her hips and dragging them along her legs, dropping them aside. "And I don't share," I spoke against her lips, my kisses shifting down her throat instead of kissing her mouth. "Maybe you should tell me their names," I mumbled against her skin. "It'll be a pity if I find them myself. It won't be a pretty death for any of them." 

A dry laugh was all I got. "I love when you talk dirty," she said sarcastically, running her hands down my back slowly. 

"Could any other man fuck you like I do?" I demanded, my fingers wrapping around her throat. "You better answer me while I'm still asking nicely, Anastasia. Be good, hmm? Do as I say, give me what I want." I pressed a kiss to her lips but pulled away all too quickly. "Or you won't be coming at all tonight." I kissed her again. 

An amused grin splayed on her lips. "And you? How many women got to see you like this?" Her eyes dropped to the tattoo at my side as she brushed a finger over it. "How many of them saw that tattoo, and you told them what it meant? How many of them saw those scars on your back and heard the story I never get to hear?" 

"Not one," I mumbled, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, slowly working them down her legs without tearing my eyes off of hers. "Not one, goddamn it," I breathed out, smashing my lips against hers. 

Being here with her again, seeing her like this, feeling her beneath me, and being able to touch every inch of her again; it felt unbelievably incredible. It felt like everything I'd lost had come back to me. Even though it may have been for one night only, although I'd be damned if that was the case. 

I elicited a soft moan from her lips as I began to trail kisses across her breasts, then down her ribs before meeting the curve of her hips. She exhaled shakily as my lips met her inner thigh, inching higher and closing to her core. "Dante," she rasped out. 

"I like it when you say my name like that," I smirked, glancing up at her from between her thighs. 

"Fuck, I'll let you do anything if you just touch me now," she pleaded. 

"Say it," I urged her. 

"I want your mouth on me," she admitted. 

"Here?" I asked, kissing higher up her inner thigh. She inhaled sharply. "Or here?" I asked before finally putting my mouth on her. 

A loud moan escaped her as her hips twitched under my grip while I tasted her. A year had passed, and fuck, I'd missed this. Feeling her skin beneath my touch, the taste of her on my tongue. I would go crazy if I lost it again. With every time my tongue swiped over her slit, her breaths grew into short pants. 

"Please," she moaned, her fingers sliding into my hair. I continued to devour her relentlessly, swirling my tongue around her clit, earning another one of her moans as I sucked lightly. "Dante," she gasped again. 

"That's it, Mia Cara," I praised it, "show me how much you've missed me." With each time I swiped my tongue over her, tasting her arousal, I could tell she was getting closer to her orgasm. 

Anastasia was a fucking aphrodisiac for me, the kind of addiction I never wanted to quit. 

My hands slid past her hips and worked their way up, skimming over the bandage on her side gently before I ran my fingers beneath her breasts, my hands inching higher until I cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing her nipples, drawing another moan out of her. 

"Fuck, please," she cried out, her back arching off the bed ever so slightly. "I can't take it anymore." 

A soft chuckle escaped me as I drew back and glanced up at her. "You get wet so easily for me, Mia Cara." Her breaths slowed ever so slightly as I paused and pushed up, hovering over her but peppering kisses up her body as I did. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I whispered against her throat. 

"Yes," she panted. Propping her elbows on the bed, she began to slide up higher on the bed but winced sharply, falling back as she reached for her side. 

"Easy," I whispered, helping her up before kissing her collarbone, then her shoulder. "Slow, sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere." 

She lay still for a minute and caught her breath, then whispered, "I want you inside of me." Her fingers went to work on my belt. 

I grasped her hands and eased them off, pushing off the bed and moving to my feet, sliding the belt off before undoing my pants just as Anastasia slowly forced herself to sit up and worked my jeans past my hips. "Lay down," I demanded, "you're hurt. That doesn't change, we have to be careful." 

Sighing in defeat, she lay back down and rolled onto her uninjured side, grabbing a condom from her nightstand and holding it out for me between two fingers. 

"How many of those have you needed in the past year?" I mumbled, working my boxers off before I took the packet from her hands and ripped it open between my teeth, swiftly rolling the condom on, then leaning down to kiss her once more, hard. 

"Not one," she whispered after a beat. "No one else has touched me like you do." Her breath hitched as I trailed a finger along her slit before plunging it inside of her, earning a gasp. 

"Say that again," I commanded. 

"No one else touches me like you do," she repeated, her back arching. 

I slipped another finger inside of her, working her up all over again until I had her at the very edge, bringing her where I had her moments ago. Just when I thought she would come, I stopped and withdrew, ignoring her frustrated groan as I lined my hips with hers. 

My lips met her shoulder before I trailed kisses to her neck. Pushing her legs further apart, I thrust my hips forward slowly, slipping inside of her. 

She stifled her moans between my shoulder and neck as she kissed my shoulder, her hands traveling up my back, fingers brushing over each scar. Every touch of hers felt like a kiss on those scars. "I can't," she gasped, "it's been too long, I... You're too..." 

"You can take it, Mia Cara," I encouraged her, "you've done it before. Just a little more." 

She shook her head reluctantly. "I..." 

I slowed for a moment and drew back to look at her. "Am I hurting you?" 

"No," she answered, "God, no." 

"We'll make it fit," I whispered in her ear before kissing the spot beneath it as I drove my hips forward to the hilt. Tucking a hand behind her knee, I brought her leg around my hip and slowly drew back, only to thrust forward again. 

Fuck, I've missed this... 

Anastasia met each thrust of mine, resting a hand at the nape of my neck as she turned to leave kisses from my shoulder up to my jaw, her teeth grazing my earlobe as she did. I continued, fucking her harder and harder until she was stifling her moans into the crook of my neck. 

If there was anything I was certain of, it was that this wouldn't be the last time we did this, but that was what Anastasia believed. I would never coerce her into something she didn't want to do, so I had every intention of making tonight count. 

I would have her coming back for more, and God, I wouldn't know what to do if she didn't because I could never get enough of her. 

Each thrust was slow, hard, and deep, like we had all the time in the world. Working both of us to the edge multiple times before slowing down to make this last, I finally started losing control over myself. 

"Dante," she gasped, "I can't take it anymore, please. I'm going to come." 

I went a little faster, my teeth grazing her neck as I bit down gently, soothing the spot with my tongue before I drew back to look at her, my lips meeting hers in a rushed kiss. "Fuck," I groaned quietly as she moaned, "you feel so good." 

She moaned my name like it was a plea, a prayer, bringing all her desires to those lush lips. Anastasia was... sinful, and I'd commit every sin she asked of me. 

One final gasp escaped her before she moaned my name, trembling beneath me as her orgasm washed over her, and she came on my cock, drawing me over that edge with her. It was a line we hadn't allowed ourselves to cross again until now... But now that we had, I wasn't going back.

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Chapter 22

The smut is smutting...

This was five pages on a google doc. Just saying

I'll go pray now

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