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Fuck.
I catch her as she falls, gently holding her against me. She doesn’t just start to cry. It’s like she’s ripping her entire soul open in front of me.
And then, she tells me everything.
Every horrible, nightmarish detail.
Every secret from the darkest parts of her past, that rips my heart in two as they fall from her lips.
Holy fucking God.
She tells me about Nina, and how when they were seventeen, they went out and got into this exclusive dance club with fake IDs. How they met a bunch of cool, rich guys a few years older than them who invited them into their VIP booth for drinks.
How her memory goes fuzzy right after that.
Tempest tells me about being vaguely aware of being brought to some fancy apartment. How she remembers saying “no” when one of those motherfuckers brought her into a bedroom, andtwoof them pulled in her friend Nina.
How her first time was nothing but pain and shame as that piece of excrement hurt her while she couldn’t even move from whatever they’d given her. How she could only watch powerlessly as the two fucks raped her best friend right next to her, choking Nina until the light went out of her eyes.
…And howall three of themwore golden lion’s head rings.
Just like the fucks who killed Claudia.
After she’s done sobbing every awful detail of that horrible night into my chest, and we’re sitting on the floor at my place, she raises her red-rimmed eyes to mine, and the pain on her face is enough to break my heart.
Or make me want to kill.
To slay her demons.
To burn the fucking world for her.
“Dante…”
She reaches up and grabs my collar, and before I can say or do a thing, she’s pulling me down and crushing her mouth to mine. I kiss her back, groaning, my blood turning to fire as she whimpers and slowly starts to crawl into my lap. Her hand snakes down between us, and I growl deeply when her small fingers find my swelling bulge.
“Tempest…”
It’s not that I don’t want her, and it’s not that I don’t want to rip her dress off andfeaston her until she sees God. It’s that this woman has just ripped out her soul to me and shown me the worst of her scars and her trauma.
“Please,” she whimpers, yanking off my shirt. Her mouth falls to my neck, and I groan as she starts to kiss her way up it to my ear. “Please fuck me…”
“Jesus, Tempest,” I groan as my hands slide over her torso, gripping her thin waist as I pull her against the throb in my pants.
“I’m not asking you to fall in love with me,” she chokes. “I’m not even asking you to care. All I know is, when you and I had sex that first time, I finally stopped hating myself, hating the very whole of sex and intimacy.” She pulls back and I can see the tears roll down her cheeks, her eyes locked on mine. “I stopped jumping at every shadow. I can’t go back to feeling those things again, so Ineedyou to fuck me.”
My jaw clenches.
“Please,” she whispers, stroking my face, her eyes pleading. “I just want to feel something else. Iwantdarkness. I want to befucked, Dante. Not made love to. Not coddled. Not pitied. I want—Ineed—to befucked, until I forget every?—”
She moans as I slam my mouth to hers.
“I won’t hold back, little hurricane.”
“Don’t,” she whimpers.
“And I’m not going to stop.”
“I don’t want you to,” she whimpers into my lips as I scoop her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist.
