The Emperor (Dark Verse, #3)

by RuNyx

“Remember what you said? We’re not a love story. We’re a tragedy...

Suddenly, she was on her back as he loomed over her, pushing inside her deeper than she’d thought possible, his ...

“Then, let’s make it a ...

He placed her knees over his elbows, opening her wider as he pulled out of her, leaning back completely. Amara felt herself moan as her walls clenched, empty of him, wanting him back, and within a second, he thrust back in. The power of his thrust pushed her up on the bed, her breasts bouncing, and he leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. The suction sent a shot of pleasure to her core, making her muscles squeeze around him, he...

“Fuck, you feel s...

he said on another hard thrust, his teeth tugging on her nipple, his thumb settling on her cli...

“So tight and wet and mine. This pussy has been mine,...

She was getting mindless with pleasure, her neck straining to the side as she tried to hold back the...

“Let go, ...

she heard him whisper into her ear, her legs completely pressing back as he leaned over her, licking her neck, his chest rubbing against her nipples in fri...

“Come for me,...

Thrust. Rub...

“Grip my cock with yo...

Thrust. Ru...

“Feel ...

Thrust. Rub...

“You dirty girl, so we...

Thrust. Rub...

“You’re making a puddle on t...

And she came. Like a rocket that shot up into the sky and splintered apart in a million pieces of fire and smoke, evaporating into nothingness in seconds. She came so, so hard her teeth punctured her lips, a strangled cry leaving her throat, her body jerking in his arms as he held her down, still moving insid...

“Look a...

he grit out, pushing his hands into her hair, gripping her head to keep it still as she slow...

“...

t...

“...

t...

“m...

With that he picked up the pace, hammering his hips against her, his pelvis pushing her clit on every downward motion, his eyes, those beautiful, dark eyes, steady on hers, seeing her completely laid bare and naked and vulnerable and open in every way that she could be. He saw it and he took it, and she gave and gave and gave, the intimacy of their bodies, their gazes, their hearts all connecting in one tandem until she didn’t know where she ended and where he began. That look in his eyes—pure unadulterated desire for everything—pushed her over the edge again. She felt him jerk inside her, his growl rough as he came, his cock pushing as deep into her as it could go, making her walls weep around him. Their bodies came down from the high of their orgasm slowly, sweaty, and spent. He got up and went to the bathroom, and she just lay there unmoving, staring at the ceiling, waiting for her heart to gradually calm down. The feel of something wet between her legs had her looking down, to see him cleaning her with a wet towel, and she felt her heart squeeze in her chest. Why did he have to be so perfect for her? He threw the towel to the side, stripping out of his clothes, exposing his ...

“You okay,...

he asked against her lips as she cupped his jaw. She went from ‘dirty girl’ to ‘baby’ and she loved it. The brain was such a weird thing. She would’ve thought being called a dirty girl would have possibly triggered her. But when he said it like that, in his voice of warm chocolate and twisted sheets, his dark eyes worshipping her skin, ‘dirty girl’ felt like ‘goddess’. She loved it. How coul...

“You remember what I told you about chess pieces? That I didn’t know what piece you were?”

“Yes.”

He turned his neck to put his e...

“You’re the queen on the board, Amara. You’re my most powerful piece, but my most vulnerable. They get you, they get me, and the game is over. So, I’ll do whatever I need to make sure they never get you. Even if that means...

“Nobody touches you, Amara, or I’ll spend a lot of time cleaning up a lot of blood.”

“What I’m offering is not what you deserve, but for your own safety I can’t give more than this right now. I don’t even know when I could give you what you do deserve. There’s no timeline to this, so it won’t be easy. But you get to choose. If you don’t want this, tell me now. I’ll walk away and I’ll stay away, and you’ll never have to deal with me again.”

She didn’t want that. She wanted him. She wanted a future with him even if she didn’t know what it looked like. It was a risk and if it backfired, Amara didn’t think she’d be able to recover from that loss.

“And if I wan...

she asked him softly, fingers wrapped around his wrist, feeling his stead...

“What then? What do we do...

“We hide in the shadows...

Dante gave her that little grin, the one that always sent butterflies fluttering in her belly, an...

“So, will you play with me,...

Amara looked into the eyes of the man she loved, saw that same love reflected back at he...

“Yes, I will, m...

The coin kept flipping, the only constant her deepening love for him and his maddening love for her.

“I’ll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I’ll die by your hand, which I love so well.”

“Dante-”

his mouth was on hers before she could utter more, the urgency in his kiss infusing her blood, the taste of him after weeks, weeks of not seeing him, aphrodisiac in her veins. She hadn’t seen him since the night they had the heated falling out over her telling Morana the truth about Tristan. He had come to her that night, both their tempers high, and fucked her all night through in anger that had blown into exhaustion. He pushed her into her new apartment—the one she’d bought herself three months ago—pushing the door close with his foot, turning her to press her against it, hard. Her balance tottered in her heels—heels she’d come to love because of how confident and powerful they made her feel, but also because every time she put one on, it reminded her of that first time. Before she could catch a breath, he was on his knees, her legs over his broad shoulders, her panties a scrap of fabric in his hands, ripped and discarded, and his mouth was between her legs. A man who ate his girl out solely for his pleasure was a different breed of dangerous, and Dante Maroni was the most dangerous of all. In all the years they had been doing this, Amara had lost count of how many times she’d woken up with his mouth between her thighs, how many times he’d bent her over just to taste her, how many times he’d pushed her against the wall to make out with her pussy. He did it for no other reason than he loved it, and he’d made her addicted to his skilled mouth, ravishing her tryst after try...

“Lulu is watch...