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I use it sometimes—when I need it most. It has nothing on what Dante did to me the other night, absolutely nothing at all, but it will help me out tonight.
I get on the bed and spread my legs wide, then I switch it on and start pleasuring myself, imagining that it’s him.
His hands, his tongue, his cock, his body pressed against mine pounding into me.
I come when I imagine what that would feel like, my back arching off the bed, my body lifting while my heels dig into the mattress.
My breaths come ragged and harsh, as if I’ve been running laps around the city.
It takes several moments before I calm even though I’m still breathing hard.
As my awareness returns, I expect to feel embarrassed, but I don’t.
If he was watching, I only gave him a taste of what he didn’t have the other night.
With that thought—useless though it may be—I switch off the light and fall asleep.
When morning comes, I remember what I did last night.
I feel a sense of release from my spontaneity until I get downstairs and see an envelope shoved under my door.
I open it and take out the little note inside.
My eyes bulge when I read what it says:
I saw you, Printsessa. It was beautiful, but I still can’t have you.
I was right.
Dantewaswatching me.
ChapterSeventeen
Dante
Minx.
That is what Serenity Bell is. A minx.
And she’s the worst kind. The kind who can use her sweetness to fuck with your mind. By the time you realize what’s happened, it’s too late.
Watching her touch herself and her naked body arch off her bed in pleasure was that for me.
It felt like a punishment for warning her away. All I seemed to have done is add a ton of napalm to the already blazing fire between us and cause an explosion that ripped me up from the inside out.
It served me right. I was the one who crossed the line of interest and became obsessed. It’s all my fucking fault.
I take a drag on my cigarette and stare out Davide’s sliding windows on my left. I’m making myself comfortable while I wait for him. As I’ve cast myself for the role of death’s harbinger tonight, I’ve allowed my mind the indulgent doom of thinking about Serenity. In for a penny, in for a pound.
I shouldn't have left the note. I know that.
Leaving it fanned the flames even more. If I hadn't left it, she would've been none the wiser that I really was there watching her.
She would've just thought she imagined the whole thing, but the clever girl she is, she knew the moment she looked through the window that I was there.
She walked out of her bathroom and sensed me, then her sixth sense picked me up like a signal on a radar.
I’ve never had a connection like that with anybody, and I never expected to find such a thing with my enemy’s daughter.
