Chapter 2 Enemies and Sex

Hailey

Don't fuck your enemies, because they're enemies. That's incorrect. Don't fuck your enemies because they may turn out to be the best fuck you've ever had. Only if I had listened.

I stare at the handsome man in front of me, someone I've spent so long hating. And all I can think about is his body against mine.

He shakes his head. "No, it wouldn't, and you know it. Let me take you to my bed and I'll show you exactly how much of a mistake it wouldn't be."

I open my mouth but no words come out. All I can focus on are his strong fingers flexing on my hips. How good they felt two nights ago when he touched me. How much I wanted him to carry on before he stopped.

My core contracts, flooding my pussy with heat and making me suck in a stuttered breath.

Dante narrows his eyes at me. "Okay, pretty girl. I'll make you a deal."

"What deal?" I breathe out the words.

"Look at the clock on the wall behind me, and if I can't make you come in two minutes, then you can go to your bed and I'll go to mine. But if I do make you come, then you spend the night with me. What do you say?" I glare at my annoying roommate, all I can wonder is how we got here

I lick my lips, staring at him. I'm already wet. But under two minutes? There's no way he could pull that off. I've never had anyone make me come that easily. Not even guys I was really into. And I don't even like Dante, so I can hold out, right?

Besides, every cell in my body is vibrating with sexual energy. I want his hands on me. I want his fingers inside me. Just this once. Just to relieve this constant aching need in my pussy. Just once.

"Okay, but when you don't get the job done in two minutes, you don't get to leave me hanging," I say with a tilt of my head.

He smirks, full of confidence and arrogance. "I'll make you come no matter how long it takes. I promise."

"Okay," I whisper.

What the hell are you doing, Hailey?

"Eyes on the clock, baby," he orders. "I trust you'll be honest about the time."

"Of course," I insist, my eyes now trained on the clock behind him, watching the second-hand tick around.

"Then start timing me," he growls.

It takes him exactly two seconds to get his hand inside my panties. I place my hands on the counter on either side of me to keep myself steady as he slides his fingers through my folds.

"So wet already," he says with a wicked grin.

"You have one minute and fifty seconds," I tell him as the clock goes on ticking.

"Plenty of time," he growls as he starts to rub the pads of his middle and pointer fingers over and around my swollen clit with the perfect amount of pressure.

Pleasure skitters around my body.

He presses his lips against my ear. "Oh, you like that, don't you, darling?"

"Yes," I breathe, my knuckles turning white as my grip on the counter gets firmer. He's still not going to do this in under two minutes though.

But then he starts kissing my neck. Trailing his lips and teeth over my sensitive skin as he dips his hand further into my panties, pulling them down as he works his entire hand between my thighs and forces me to spread my legs wider apart.

One minute, thirty-two seconds left.

"You like this more though, right?" he whispers as he slides a finger inside me.

Fuck yes, I do!

He eases it in and out of me, and I bite my lip to stop from screaming his name and begging him for more. I'm not giving him any pointers.

One minute, nine seconds.

Though, he doesn't need any help. A few seconds later, he adds a second finger and my pussy coats him with slick heat as she practically purrs his name.

"Fuck, Hailey, you're so tight," he growls. "How long has it been?"

"A long time," I whimper.

"Yeah?" he growls as he drives deeper until he hits my G-spot and starts to massage it with his skilled fingers.

Holy mother of fucking-. Fifty-two seconds.

"Yes," I moan as I wrap my arms around his neck and cling to him while he finger fucks me like he has the cheat codes to my pussy. Like he just unlocked the expert level and completely bypassed all the others.

His lips dust over the shell of my ear. "Your cunt loves my fingers. Wait until she feels my cock."

"Dante," I groan as the familiar wave of an impending orgasm starts rolling through my core. My thighs are trembling.

"Keep your eyes on the clock," he pants as I bury my face against him.

"Yeah, clock," I gasp as my head goes on spinning and my body starts to vibrate with its impending release. I look over his shoulder.

Thirty-one seconds. He's not going to do it.

He drives his fingers harder and deeper while he starts grinding the heel of his palm against my sensitive clit.

Twenty-two seconds.

"So wet. You hear that?" he growls.

And I do. I hear the sound of my arousal dripping over his fingers as he works them in and out of me.

Damn, he's going to do it. Fifteen seconds.

"You're going to come like my good little slut so I can bury my cock inside you, too, aren't you?"

"Dante," I cry out his name as my orgasm crashes into my body. He wraps one strong arm around my waist, holding me tight while he continues gently massaging my pussy as my body bucks and shudders.

My eyes roll in my head as I struggle to focus on his face. He's staring at me. His eyes blaze with fire. But then he lets me go and walks to the other side of the room. The loss of heat makes me shiver in the cool room as I come down from the most intense orgasm I think I've ever had in my life. He opens a cupboard and pulls out something before walking back to me. It's only when he's standing right in front of me again that I see what he's holding.

A condom.

"Take off your pants," he orders in his signature low-nature growl before he tears into the packet with his teeth.

"I thought we were going upstairs?" I whisper, surprised by how much the thought of him taking me to bed and continuing what he's just started makes my entire body buzz with excitement that I haven't experienced in years.

He's looking down, rolling the condom onto his cock. I mean, I knew it was big because I'd seen it beneath his clothes. I've felt it pressed against me. However, up close and quite literally in the flesh, I'm not sure how he's going to fit inside me. He looks up at me again to answer my question, his dark eyes locking on mine. "Oh, we are, baby, but I need to fuck you right now, so take off the goddamn pants."

I swallow a thick knot of anxiety that feels lodged in my throat, but I start to slide my sweatpants and panties down my thighs. What if somebody comes in here?

"Nobody will come in without knocking," he says because he seems to be able to read my freaking mind.

Before I can take my clothes all the way off, he crouches and does it for me, tossing my sweats and panties onto the floor behind him.

He wraps me in his giant, tattooed arms and lifts me onto the counter.

"This will work just fine," he groans as he positions himself between my thighs.

He mumbles something in Italian as he presses his huge cock against my opening. My thighs are trembling. My pussy is quivering. Because of our height difference, we are eye to eye for a change. He seems different like this. Looking straight at him rather than up.

"How long has it been, Hailey? Really?"

"T-two years," I mumble, feeling like an idiot. Why does he even need to know that? Does that make me less attractive to him somehow? Or more?

"I'll take this first one easy, okay?" he whispers, and the softness in his voice makes me almost burst into tears.

He doesn't wait for an answer before he edges the tip of his length inside me, stretching me wide. It burns, but it feels so damn good too.

I wrap my arms and legs around him, burying my face against his neck as he eases in deeper.

"You're so fucking tight," he hisses through clenched teeth. Then he takes hold of my legs and unwraps them from around his waist. "I need you to let me in, baby," he groans, full of frustration and impatience. He hooks his forearms under my knees, pulling my hips toward him and spreading my thighs wide open. I suppose all that Pilates paid off after all.

My heart starts beating wildly as he looks at me. So exposed and open and vulnerable. "Your cunt looks so good being stretched by my cock," he groans, and I reward him with a moan as my pussy squeezes around him.

"Just keep holding on to me," he growls as he slides a little deeper, and wet heat floods my pussy.

I cling to his neck, dragging my lips over his skin as his muscles vibrate with the effort of holding himself back. I can feel the raw power in every muscle of his body, and the fact that he's trying to be gentle makes my heart ache. This is torture. The slow-burning stretch of being filled by him is turning my brain to liquid, not to mention every other organ in my body.

It hurts, but it's not enough. I need all of him. Suddenly, I'm overcome by a desperate need to be filled by him. A burning desire to have him deep inside me, until there is no space left between us. My pussy throbs with a deep, carnal longing for his cock.

Dusting my lips over the skin of his neck, I smile as it elicits a deep growl in his throat. "I want more," I whisper.

"More?"

"For the love of God, Dante. Just fuck me," I plead, surprised at my own words because I have never, ever, begged to be fucked before. And certainly not by a man as dangerous and hateful as this one.

He curses in Italian as he drives inside me. I press my mouth against his skin, muffling my cries of pleasure tinged with pain as he fills me. I try to squeeze my thighs, but he holds me open as he slides out before driving back inside. Warmth floods my hot channel. Each time he pulls out and thrusts back in, my pussy rewards him with more slick heat.

"Oh fuck," I whimper in his ear as he groans in mine.

"You feel so fucking good. This cunt... I knew it would..." He thrusts harder, and I almost pass out as the crown of his cock rubs against something inside me that makes me scream in pleasure whilst also wanting to declare my undying devotion to him. How can a devil like him fuck like a god?

As the last tremors of my second orgasm pulse through me, Dante whispers in Italian as he grinds out his release. When he pulls out of me a few seconds later, the wet sound that echoes around the small room makes my cheeks burn with heat. He was wearing a condom, so that was all me.

He pulls the condom off and tosses it into the trashcan. I lean against the counter with my legs wobbling like Jell-O and wondering what happens now. This is an unfamiliar territory for me.

But then he grabs hold of my hand and pulls me with him as he starts walking out of the door.

"Where are we going?" I whisper.

"Bed, Hailey," he says with a wink. "I am nowhere near done with you."