Page 41 of Vow of Hate

After waiting to see if he’ll come back – and when he doesn’t – I finally get out of bed. My legs are shaky from the orgasm he gave me. I need more. My body is craving it.

Dante is a mystery I can’t make sense of. He wants to claim me and yet he wants nothing to do with me.

I open the door and look into the hallway. He’s not there. Why didn’t he lock me back inside?

I could try to escape and go see my mother but I don’t want to risk her safety. It’s better to stay here and figure Dante out while I wait to be rescued. Surely Gabriel and Matteo will come for me eventually. Luciana has to be fighting for me. She always has.

When I walk past a mirror in the hallway, I don’t even feel self-conscious at my naked body. I’ve gotten so used to being naked around here that it doesn’t even register anymore.

My feet lead me down another hallway. The one with the sex room. I’ll never be able to forget it.

Before I even know what I’m doing, I enter the room and look around. All of Dante’s toys. All the ways he’s pleasured people. Other women. A flare of jealousy hits me. The image of Dante pleasuring women the way he’s done to me is not something I like. But I shouldn’t care. Dante isn’t mine. He made that clear when he refused to marry me and make a peace deal.

My eyes fall on a chair in the corner. A large dildo is attached to it. Erect. Standing up. It’s not hard for me to figure out what that’s used for.

A tingle forms between my legs. I want to be full again. Feel complete again.

Without even stopping to think, I go over to the chair and straddle it before I lower myself onto the dildo. A loud moan escapes me as I’m filled up.

It just feels so good. I’m not sure I’ll ever get tired of it.

I grind my hips onto the chair, riding it like a cowgirl. I don’t care how I look right now. I just want to feel. I just want another orgasm. Another release. More pleasure.

More, more, more.

This dildo is bigger than the ones Dante has used on me before. It takes my body time to adjust to it but once I do, I don’t stop moving. Rock, rock, rock. My hips thrust forward.

After Dante touched me with his mouth, it’s all I can think about. How good it felt to be touched – truly touched – by another person. This dildo doesn’t compare but I need to be filled. And Dante hasn’t taken my virginity yet.

That thought makes a flare of arousal hit me. I want Dante to take my body. All of my body. In every way possible.

What has he done to me?

I whimper and cry with tears streaming down my eyes as I experience the pleasure of the dildo inside of me. I need this but I shouldn’t want it. Shame fills me at the same time pleasure does.

Why am I like this? Why am I desperate for it? It’s all Dante’s fault. I hate him. Hate him. Hate him. Hate him.

Dante enters the room and stops with his eyes wide when he finds me riding the chair, the dildo inside of me.

“Why do I need this” I sob.

“Fuck,” Dante murmurs, sweeping his eyes over me. “Sienna.”

I grind my hips harder onto the dildo. My inner walls clamp down as a surge of pleasure hits me. “Please. Please.”

“Do you need a real cock in you? Is the dildo not enough?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything. I just need more.” I drop my head back and cry into the air. My hands grip my breasts the way Dante touched me but it’s not enough. My own touch just doesn’t compare to his.

“I hate you,” I cry out. “I really hate you for making me this way.”

Dante doesn’t move a muscle as he watches me.

“Please,” I sob right as my orgasm hits me. It’s sudden and fast and powerful. Dante curls his hands into fists. I slump forward, the dildo still inside of me. It’s hard to breathe.

“What did you do?” he asks.

“You didn’t lock the door.”