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I reach into my pocket, gripping the end of the knife. I need to leave. This is insanity. As much as something is pulling me to him, he’s still a killer and a kidnapper.
“Watch yourself, Serenity. You might hurt yourself with that thing,” Dante says, slowly turning to me.
“What?”
Dante stalks toward me, and I backpedal until I hit the wall.
He spins me around, pressing me against the wall face first, reaching into my pocket, and grabbing the knife. The butter knife hisses through the air as he brings it to my throat.
“That wouldn’t be very nice, Bambola,” he says, dragging the knife between my breasts. “Do you really want to hurt your new husband?” I feel his erection pressing against my ass, and my body betrays me by making me moan.
Dante chuckles.
“Bambola, if you intend to kill the king. Don’t hesitate.”
He flips me around and presses his hips against mine. He pins my wrists to the wall with one hand and, with the knife still in the other, runs it down my chest. My dress has two holes near the waist, and he puts the knife through one of them and drags it across, ripping the material. The flimsy material of the dress makes it easy to cut it open. With every drag of the knife, more of it is cut off me until some of it’s on the floor and the rest is bunched up at my waist.
My nipples press against my bra, and my chest heaves. Dante looks up and down my body, and I feel the heat rising. My pussy is begging to be fucked while my brain is still thinking of ways to get away. But every second I’m pressed against this man, the fight bleeds out of my body, leaving only lust and need.
“If you were anyone else, Serenity, I would punish you for even trying this.” He runs the knife over my lips, “But I would never hurt my wife. I’d rather fuck you instead.”
My brows perk up. “What?”
“Yes, shocking, isn’t it? Somehow, your wanting to take a swipe at me has my cock harder than steel. I want to feel you come apart under me. Not unlike these clothes.”
I flinch as Dante stabs the knife into the wood of the dresser, and both his hands go to my hips.
Leaning down, he cups my jaw, his lips graze mine, and my breath hitches.
“What are you doing to me?” he says softly, and there’s a hint of pain in his voice.
“I-I don’t know,” I answer honestly. I don’t know if he was looking for an answer, but I have no idea. These last two weeks have been insane. I’ve been looking for a way out, but now I’m not sure I want to anymore.
“What do you need from me, Bambola?” he asks, his voice rough and deep like he’s desperate for the answer.
“What do you mean?”
“Tell me what you need, so I can have you. I want you on your knees with my cock buried inside your pussy so bad.” He cups my jaw with his giant hand, pushing my head back against the wall. “What will it take to get your submission, Serenity?”
“Why don’t you take it?” I spit out. “That’s what you’re good at.”
His jaw ticks, and he looks both surprised and proud. He leans down, licking the shell of my ear before whispering, “I could. But it would be so much more satisfying for you to submit on your own accord. Plus, we made a deal.”
He pulls back, and an idea flashes in his eyes.
“Still don’t trust me?”
I shake my head.
He walks over to his jacket and pulls out his gun. I take a few worried steps to the side toward the door as he cocks it. Then he closes the distance between us. He brings the gun up, and I gasp in fear, but then he turns it over and hands it to me.
“Take it.”
I take it. The cool metal hits my palm, and it makes me shiver, not with lust, but with power.
Dante tips my head back and says, “If you think I’m going to do something bad, pull the trigger.” He cups my ass and lifts me, placing me on the bed.
He rips the rest of my dress off until my pussy is revealed.
