Page 58 of Vow of Hate

“Yes,” I moan, arching into him. “I need it too.”

“I know, my dirty girl. You always need it.” He sits up and unzips his pants, pulling his cock out. Cock. I’m not as embarrassed to think the word. Instead, there’s something just so thrilling about it all.

“I want to see all of you,” I beg. “Please.”

He hesitates for a moment before standing up. I watch as he peels his clothes off. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen Dante naked and it’s a beautiful sight. All hard muscle. Strong physique. He’s a man of beauty and darkness.

In this moment, I think I could love him. He did what I asked: opened up to me. But I know it’s a dangerous thought I’m having. The last thing I should be doing is thinking about falling in love with my captor.

Dante gives me a dark look as he kneels on the bed and grabs my knees, opening them wide. With a growl, he shoves my nightgown over my head and tosses it to the floor like he’s annoyed it was even in his way to begin with.

My wetness seeps out of me, ready and waiting for him. Please God. Forgive me. Though, God’s voice is farther and farther away from me every minute Dante keeps me captive.

He grabs the gun again and presses it back to my head before he lowers himself on top of me.

His length finds my entrance and we both hold our breath before he thrusts into me. I moan from the sensation. It’s perfect. It’s amazing. It’s addictive.

I know mine and Dante’s connection is built on lust and not trust like a real relationship should be. I still don’t fully trust him and I’m not sure I ever will.

But in this moment, as he sinks deeper into me, I want to believe I can trust him not to kill me.

Once he’s fully seated inside of me, he begins to move. I rock my hips against his to match his pace. The gun in his hand never wavers. Always present along my temple.

I grip his strong back. I love the feeling of his skin all along mine. All of him. All of me. This is a connection that’s almost too pure, caught up in its darkness.

“Fuck,” he growls, thrusting in deeper. I wrap my legs tighter around him. Never do I want to let him go. Let us go.

“Dante,” I whimper. “Please.”

He lets out a low, dark sound as he rolls onto his back and brings me astride him. The gun aims at my heart.

In this new position, I can sink even lower.

“Ride me,” he orders, gripping my hip like he’ll die without touching me.

I don’t hesitate to move my body back and forth on his. The feeling of his erection deep inside of me makes me moan. To be so filled. So full. There’s nothing else like it in this entire world.

“Dante,” I gasp. My hands fall onto his chest to steady myself. He keeps the gun right at my heart. One pull of his finger and I’ll be dead. It makes me move faster.

The sensation of pleasure hits me over and over again every time I rock my hips along his cock. I choke on my moan as I drop my head back. To be this free. To be this lost in pleasure. There’s nothing more euphoric.

“You like riding my cock, don’t you, my bad girl?”

His naughty words spur me on more and my hips become more frantic.

He sits up and catches my lips with his in a hot, sweaty kiss. My breasts press against his chest. For a moment, I think I can hear his heartbeat. I believe I can.

“You needed this?” he growls, grabbing my hip with his one hand and pulling me harder onto his cock. The strength in just one hand is intimidating. Dante is a strong, scary man and yet, I’m not afraid of him any longer. If he truly wanted to kill me, he would have done it much sooner.

“Yes,” I sigh out.

“Fuck, my dirty girl. Sienna. Fuck.” The look of pleasure in his eyes is unmistakable. There’s vulnerability there. I know he doesn’t want me to see it but I see all of it. I see the good and bad to him. I see the young boy who was sold to a mafia man and I see the hardened man he became. The one who had nothing left to lose.

What would he feel if he lost me? Would he care? Or would he continue laughing, living his life to the chaotic fullness of it all?

I’m not sure and that uncertainty makes me move even faster.

“Dante,” I whimper again. “Please. Please.”