Sold to the Devil's Heir

Dante walked out of Voss Tower with Elara's scent still clinging to his skin and the memory of her tight heat still pulsing around him. The night air did nothing to cool him down. His cock stayed heavy, restless, wanting more. One rough fuck over a table hadn't quieted a damn thing. It had only made the hunger sharper.

He needed someone who wouldn't fight him. Someone who would open without hate in her eyes.

He called Bella the second the car door shut.

She answered on the second ring, voice already soft.

"Dante."

"Club. VIP. Right now."

A short breath. "I'm coming."

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The VIP section was dim and loud enough to hide almost anything. Dante sat with his legs spread, whiskey ignored, the hard line of his cock still pressing against his trousers. Bella walked in like she already knew what the night would cost her.

The black dress was short, clinging to her hips and the soft curve of her ass. The neckline plunged so deep the inner swells of her breasts shifted with every step. Her dark hair fell loose. Her mouth was painted that same deep red he liked to ruin.

She slid into the booth beside him, thigh warm against his.

"You already had someone," she said quietly. Not accusing. Just knowing.

He didn't deny it.

Her eyes searched his face. "I saw the news. Your father announced the wedding. Tomorrow."

Dante's jaw tightened. "She's not in my league. She's a debt my father collected. Collateral. Nothing more."

Relief flickered across her features, soft and almost painful. She loved him. He had never pretended to love her back. That never stopped her from giving him everything.

"Stop talking," he said, voice low. "Get on your knees."

She did without hesitation.

The table and the heavy curtains hid most of her. Bella opened his trousers, freed his cock, and took him into her mouth in one slow, wet slide. Warm. Soft. She hummed around the head, tongue pressing under the ridge the way that always made his stomach tighten. Then she sank lower, taking more until the tip nudged the back of her throat. She stayed there, throat working, eyes watering, before she pulled back with a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.

"Fuck..." The word left him rough.

She went down again, sucking harder this time, one hand stroking the base, the other cupping his balls. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the small space between the music and the curtains. Dante's fingers slid into her hair. He guided her, hips rolling up in shallow thrusts, watching her take him. She moaned around him like she loved the weight of him on her tongue, like she had been waiting all day for this exact moment.

His cock throbbed heavier with every stroke of her tongue. He felt the first warning pulse and pulled her off before he spilled.

"Private suite," he said, voice rough. "Now."

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They barely made it through the door.

The suite was quiet, low lights, black leather, a wide bed against the far wall. The lock clicked. Dante pushed her back against the wall and kissed her hard, tasting himself on her tongue. He dragged the straps of her dress down her arms. The fabric fell to her waist. Her breasts spilled free-full, soft, nipples already tight.

He lowered his head and took one into his mouth.

He sucked slowly at first, tongue circling the peak, then harder, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. He switched to the other, sucked deep, left the skin wet and flushed. His hands cupped the heavy weight of them, thumbs stroking while his mouth worked. Bella's head fell back against the wall, a soft, broken sound leaving her throat.

"Dante..."

He kept going, sucking and licking until both nipples were red and sensitive, until she was arching into his mouth. Only then did he spin her around, bend her over the arm of the couch, and shove the dress higher. No panties. Just smooth skin and a cunt already glistening.

He dragged two fingers through her folds. She was soaked.

"We're playing a game," he said against her ear, voice low and steady. "Three turns each. Whoever is in control gives the orders. You break a rule, you lose the rest of your turns. Clear?"

"Clear," she whispered.

"I'm first."

He sat on the couch, cock still hard and wet from her mouth, and watched her.

"Finger yourself. Slow. Look at me the whole time. Moan my name. Pretend it's my cock stretching you open."

Bella turned to face him. She kept the dress bunched at her waist and slid two fingers between her legs. The wet sound of them pushing inside her filled the quiet room. She started slow, just like he told her, eyes locked on his. Her free hand rose to her own breast, pinching the nipple he had just sucked until it peaked harder.

"Dante..." The name came out soft, almost shaky.

She pushed deeper, curling her fingers, hips rolling in a slow, filthy rhythm. The scent of her arousal thickened in the air. Her thighs trembled. She added a third finger when he simply looked at her and raised a brow, and the moan that left her was lower, hungrier.

"Dante... fuck... it feels-"

"Don't stop," he said. "Keep going. Let me see you fuck yourself for me."

She did. Faster now. Wetness coated her fingers and dripped down her hand. Her mouth fell open. The moans grew broken, desperate, his name falling out of her again and again while she watched him watch her. Her legs started to shake hard. Her cunt made soft, slick sounds around her own fingers.

He let her get close-close enough that her breath hitched and her eyes went glassy-then spoke.

"Enough. Stop."

She froze, fingers still buried inside herself, chest rising and falling fast.

"Your turn," he said.

Bella's voice was unsteady but clear. "Lie back. I want your mouth on me. Suck my clit. Don't stop until I come."

He pulled her onto the couch, laid her back, and spread her thighs wide. He dragged his tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick, tasting how wet she was. Then he locked onto her clit-sucking it between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, pressing flat and firm when her hips jerked. Two fingers pushed inside her and curled against that sensitive spot. She grabbed his hair and held him there. He didn't fight it. He sucked harder, fucked her slowly with his fingers, and felt her start to tighten around him.

Her moans turned sharp, breathless. Her thighs clamped around his head. She came with a broken cry, cunt pulsing, body arching off the couch. He kept licking through it, slower, gentler, until she was twitching and trying to pull away from the overstimulation.

He wiped his mouth on the inside of her thigh and sat up.

"My turn again."