Page 52 of Vow of Hate

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he says, his tone the most gentle I’ve ever heard it. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying sex. Fuck, Sienna.”

He brings my legs back around his waist and he leans over me. We’re chest to chest.

“I want to feel your skin,” I whine, placing my hands on his chest.

“No. Not yet.”

I frown, not understanding why he’s holding back at this very moment. But I’m too caught up in the pleasure to worry about it.

“Oh,” I whimper.

“Scream my name,” he orders. His thrusts are powerful and direct. Each one fills me up more. “I want to see you come on my cock and not some fucking dildo.”

“You’re the one who used it on me in the first place.”

“I know. And I fucking regret it. Now come on my cock, Sienna.”

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

I moan as my orgasm washes over me. His commanding nature is exactly what I need in this moment. He’s taking the responsibility away from me.

Dante thrusts into me once more before he comes. The sight of him shuddering his release is a powerful thing. Never have I seen him look so vulnerable.

He slumps on top of me, breathing into my neck. My hands want to touch his hair but I hold back. After a minute, he pulls out of me and flops onto the floor with a groan.

My legs stay parted as I feel his semen seep out of me and onto my inner thighs. I could get pregnant. Pregnant with Dante’s child.

That thought makes me shiver though I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

“What about Anna?” I whisper. All the courage I had during our lovemaking is gone. An icy chill covers me. I just let Dante take my virginity and I loved it.

I loved it. What does that say about me?

“Who gives a fuck about Anna?”

“Is she still here?”

“Yes. I told her to wait for me.”

I stare at the ceiling, too afraid to look in Dante’s direction. “Are… are you still going to have sex with her?”

“Are you asking me if I’m going to fuck another woman after I just fucked you?”

“Yes,” I say with a blush. I can feel Dante looking at me but I keep my eyes locked on the ceiling.

“No,” he says after a long beat. “I’m not going to fuck her. I’ll tell her to go home.”

“What about us? What happens to us? I just gave you my body. What do we do now?”

“Now, we fuck whenever we feel like it.”

I shiver as a flare of arousal hits me. My body desperately wants Dante but does my mind want him? Can I even want him?

“And just that?” I ask. “Just… fucking.”

“Is that the first time you’ve said that word?”

“Are we going to do anything else?” I ask, ignoring his question. “Like… talk?”