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Chapter 36: Poison (Dante's POV)

Several minutes had passed since we'd returned to Anastasia's apartment. Throughout the ride, she was zoned out, lost in her own world, and even now, sitting here for the past ten minutes, she hadn't moved a muscle. 

I didn't want to intrude or shatter her thoughts, so I sat in silence beside her, offering the only thing I could, my presence. 

I was terrified that Anastasia would be upset with me for how I acted with her parents. I knew I was crossing a line, talking somewhere I didn't belong, intruding on something that was personal between her and her family. 

But I'd reached my limit of seeing Anastasia so haunted by her past while her parents used it against her. 

Although I tried my best to remain respectful, the way Mrs Vitalio practically kicked us out told us we weren't welcome in their home any longer. Regret and a sense of shame were splashed all over Mr Vitalio's face, but despite that, he did nothing to stop his wife. 

Taking a breath, I lifted my hand and brushed the hair out of her face before stroking her cheek with the back of my fingers. "Baby," I said softly. 

Blinking, she snapped out of whatever daze she was in and turned to face me with a startled look in her eyes. "Hmm?" 

"Are you okay?" I asked. 

She let out a breath, leaning back in her seat. Swallowing past the lump I knew had formed in her throat, she nodded slowly. "I will be," she said with determination. 

I stared at her a little longer, taking in all her features, memorizing them even though I knew every inch of her by heart. 

She was the blood flowing in my veins, she was the heartbeat within my chest. All I saw was her, all I thought about at every waking moment was her. She was the person I saw when I closed my eyes; she was the only one I woke up to every morning; she was in my dreams even when she was by my side. 

"What are you looking at?" she asked with a small smile. 

"You," I replied, holding the back of her neck as my thumb stroked her cheek. "You look beautiful." 

She finally laughed and flung her arm in my direction. I caught it and tugged gently until she leaned past the console, and her lips brushed against mine with a wide grin dancing on them. "Do I?" she asked teasingly. 

I nodded, "Mm-hmm." 

"Can you say it again? Can you tell me I look pretty, Dante?" 

"You look absolutely stunning, baby," I whispered, my gaze dropping to her lips as I waited for her to lean in and close the distance. 

"Baby?" she laughed in surprise. "That's new, isn't it? I like it, but I love it when you call me—" 

"Mia Cara," I said knowingly. And then she fucking beamed at me. I groaned quietly, throwing my head back. "You're killing me, Anastasia." 

She laughed softly as I brought her hand to my mouth, my lips grazing her knuckles. 

"Let me take you upstairs," I told her. I was begging more than anything. 

She nodded slowly. The smile on her face made everything worth it tonight. 

Closing the passenger door as I helped her out with her hand in mine, I locked the car behind us, and we headed up to her penthouse. I shut the door behind her as she bent down to scratch Kenji behind his ears, then followed her upstairs. 

With a small sigh, she sat at the foot of the bed, watching me as I closed the door behind me, facing her. 

Her eyes followed my movements as I approached her, dropping to my knees at her feet before undoing her heels. "Dante," she whispered. 

"Hmm?" I looked up at her. 

"Thank you," she said after a beat, "really, I mean it. You have no idea how much I appreciate what you did for me tonight. You have no idea..." Taking my face in her hands, she leaned down, erasing the distance between us. 

A soft moan slipped past her lips as my fingers traveled up her legs and beneath her skirt, reaching her thighs. As I lazily traced her skin, she deepened the kiss, and a groan slipped out of me as her teeth nipped at my lower lip, her tongue running over the same spot immediately after. 

I pushed higher on my knees and inched closer to her as she tugged at my hair lightly, drawing me nearer. Anastasia was a fucking aphrodisiac and incredibly dangerous to my very being, to my very existence. 

But I picked my poison, and it was Anastasia in this lifetime and every other. I would gladly die a thousand deaths for her or at her hands. 

She clutched my shirt tightly as I slipped my hands beneath her top, tugging it up and eventually over her head, dropping it on the ground. "I love you," she whispered into the kiss. "You have no idea how much." 

I couldn't help but smile against her lips. "I think I do." 

She chuckled softly, going to work on the buttons of my shirt. I felt her hands fumbling with them the lower she got, so I took over, undoing the final ones before she shrugged the shirt past my shoulders, tossing it aside. 

"Stand up, Anastasia," I said. 

Breathing shakily, she stood up, bracing her hands on my shoulders. 

Holding her gaze, I slowly unzipped the long satin skirt she wore and let it fall, pooling at her ankles. Her breath hitched as I placed a soft kiss on her hips before tugging her panties down her legs. 

I could tell from the change in her breathing that she was nervous. "Do I make you nervous?" I asked as she slowly sat back down. 

"Maybe that's what it is," she mumbled. "I just like the way you look at me." 

"Tell me," I encouraged her, "use your words, baby. How do I make you feel?" 

"Wanted," she mumbled, watching me as I pushed her legs apart and drew her hips closer to the edge of the bed. "Appreciated," she added as I began with a soft kiss on her knee. "Loved," she sighed, her head falling back as I kissed her inner thigh. 

"You are loved, Anastasia," I told her, my kisses traveling higher up her thighs. 

It didn't matter how often I saw Anastasia like this, unraveling in front of me, coming undone beneath me. Every time felt like the first, every time I looked at her, it was like I fell in love with her all over again. 

"I love you," I said. 

"Dante..." my name morphed into a moan as I put my mouth on her. "Oh, fuck," she gasped, her fists tightening on the covers as she fell back on the bed. 

My fingers dug into her hips, no matter how gentle I tried to keep my grip. Sliding my hands down her thighs and to her knees, I lifted her legs over my shoulders and drew her in deeper, eliciting a louder moan from her lips. 

Anastasia infiltrated my veins like a drop of poison I was eager for. With the way her skin felt beneath my fingers, with the way she moaned my name and the way she tasted, she would be the death of me. An addiction on its way to ruining me and I would gladly be ruined by her. 

As my tongue darted out, circling her clit, I slipped a finger, then another inside of her. She moaned louder, "Oh God, Dante, please..." Curling my fingers inside of her, I found the spot that made her back arch off the bed within seconds. 

Removing my mouth from her core just before she could come, I heard her groan in frustration as she lifted herself onto her elbows and looked at me. "Please," she begged with abandon, "fuck me, please." 

I chuckled softly, easing her legs off my shoulders and stroking her skin softly. "I love it when you beg, baby. Such a good girl. Such a pretty little mess beneath me." 

She laughed lightly, "It's really starting to turn me on when you call me baby." 

"Is it?" I tugged her closer again, propping her legs back onto my shoulders, adoring the way her eyes went wide in surprise. 

"It is," she confirmed. 

"Do you like seeing me on my knees, Mia Cara?" 

She nodded, a pink flush coating her cheeks. 

"Ask me nicely again, Anastasia," I demanded, "just once." 

"Please, I want you. Please, Dante." 

"Where?" 

"Everywhere," she rasped out, "I want your mouth on me, I want you to touch me. Fuck me, please." Her wish was my fucking command, even if I made her beg for it a little. 

Her moans grew louder as my tongue flicked over her core repeatedly, tasting, teasing, relishing her, fucking worshipping her. 

As I continued thrusting my fingers inside of her slowly and continued to suck her clit, she grew closer to her climax. Her moans grew louder, almost into soft screams, and her fingers slid into my hair, tugging sharply, making me groan against her in return. 

"Fuck, please... I'm close, so close," she panted, grinding against the heel of my palm as I pulled back to look at her. "Dante," she cried out, falling over that edge as I sucked on her clit one final time. 

Her moans finally got softer as I continued and let her ride out the orgasm that washed over her. I would have kept going if she'd let me, but she began to sit upright slowly. "I can't take it anymore, please. Stop." 

Instead of stopping abruptly, I pulled back with a few lingering kisses. Bringing her legs off my shoulders gently, I left a final kiss on her thigh before drawing back to look at her. 

Leaning closer, she rested her arms on my shoulders and drew me closer, her head falling back as I kissed her neck, bringing a grin to her lips. "I'm just getting started, baby," I whispered, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. 

"Are you?" she asked teasingly as her lips grazed mine. "Where do you want me?" 

I held her chin in my fingers and met her gaze. "That's a dangerous question, Mia Cara." 

"I can take it," she smirked playfully. 

I paused for a beat. "I want you on your hands and knees, Anastasia. Will you do that for me?" 

She nodded, "Mm-hmm. I will. I'll be good, so good, I promise." 

"This is new," I mused, "are you rewarding me for something? Did I do something right?" 

"You always do everything right," she smiled. Her brows furrowed a beat later. "On my hands and knees, was it?" she teased. 

I nodded. "Will you?" 

"For you, yes," she chuckled, kissing me. 

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Chapter 36

I'm a little late but

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!

I hope everyone (those who celebrate) had a great time with their loved ones, whether they be friends, family, partners - just everyone!

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