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“Y-yes.”
“Then you’ll play my game.” I press my palm against her entrance, rubbing it through the thin material. A moanescapes her as she starts panting, moving her hips against my hand. “Good girl.” I flick her nipple.
Our eyes meet and it takes all my focus not to take her right then.
“Earlier on.” I push the shorts she’s wearing aside, finding her hot and slippery. “You said something I didn’t quite understand. I want you to tell me what it meant.” I circle her clit with my thumb as my index finger starts playing with her lips, stroking up and down her entrance, coating it in her own arousal. “I’ll keep making you feel good as long as you talk, Alessa. When you stop,”—I move my hand away, leaving her panting and exposed—“I stop, too.”
“Don’t!” she whimpers, her eyes wide. “What do you want to know?”
“You said you were ‘not technically’ a virgin. What did you mean?” My hand goes back to her folds, gently stroking them as her body goes rigid underneath. Despite my earlier words, I don’t stop, needing her to overcome whatever it is that has her on edge. Slowly, her body becomes relaxed again. Her eyes meet mine, darkened with sadness and fear. But the fear is not directed at me.
“Tell me,” my command is quiet but stern.
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, and I use my thumb to drag it free, giving her a warning glare, all the while my fingers keep working her.
The same expression contorts her face as it did in the gym, and now, a slither of dread trickles through my being.
“It’s not something I like to talk about…” her voice quivers. I sink my index finger inside her, curling it up and stroking rhythmically as Alessa gathers her courage. “Promise you won’t stop if I tell you,” she gasps as I assault her g-spot and her clit at the same time.
“I don’t make promises,” I grit out, annoyed that she’s stalling again.
“Just this once. Please.” Her hips move against my hand as she’s getting closer to a climax. The dread I could feel creeping up a second ago comes back full force. If she’s asking me to make a promise, whatever she’s about to tell me can’t be good.
“You have my word.”
“I just—I want to override my memories. They won’t have control over me anymore.”
“Alessa,” I all but bark.
Her gaze snaps to mine as my fingers continue their explorations, becoming the only part of my body moving as the rest of me goes rigid in anticipation.
“The only experience I’ve had with…intimacy…wasn’t consensual.”
My muscles tense even more. Alessa feels the sudden change, snapping her eyes shut, taking with it the only thing that’s keeping me tethered to reality.
“Open your eyes, Alessa,” I say, my jaw as hard as a rock. I want to pull her to me. I want to protect her. Make her feel safe. Wrap my arms around her. But I made a fucking promise, so no matter how wrong it feels right now, I continue fingering her sweet pussy as rage bubbles under my skin.
She moans softly, her eyes still closed as she throws her head back, riding my hand.
“He will no longer have this hold over me, Dante” she whimpers, her face determined as a tear slips past her closed eyelids. “I’m taking control.”
I want to smash things to pieces. I want to break the bed, destroy this room. But most of all, I want to kill the motherfucker who has touched Alessa without her consent.
“How old were you?” I manage in a strained voice, something huge lodging in my throat as I try to swallow.
“Thirteen,” she gasps as I increase the speed, my fingers moving inside her frantically. I nearly stop right alongside my heart. Jesus Christ, she was only thirteen. “Don’t stop,” she moans, her pussy tightening around me. She’s so close. But I need to know more. Pulling her close, my hand climbs up her back, finding her nape, before twisting around her throat, pinning her in place. Her eyes snap open in shock as my grip tightens. I can barely control the rage and anguish inside me as she continues to move. She should not be so trusting. She should be running for her life, as far away from me as possible. Although even running wouldn’t help her anymore. I’m a possessive motherfucker.
“How many times, baby?” I look away as the words leave my mouth.
Her hand lands on my shoulder and taps. Once. Twice. Three times. Each tap sending me into a frenzy I have not felt before, my hand tightening around her throat as my fingers assault her pussy.
“Breathe,” I say, releasing the pressure on her neck. She blinks, gasping for air, before my grip tightens once more and my thumb rubs her clit with renewed vigour. I can see in her eyes she needs this. See the need to be in control as much as to give the control away. She could tell me to stop anytime. Grab my hand around my wrist and pull, but she doesn’t. She lets me hold her life in my tight grasp as I finger fuck her to orgasm. Her whole body shakes as the impending climax builds. All that’s keeping her upright at the moment is my hand around her neck. There’ll be bruises there tomorrow, but the thought gives me pleasure. I want to mark her whole body, make sure that every inch of her skin knows who it belongs to. I lean over, sucking her nipple into my mouth and biting down on it as Alessa screams out my name, her body convulsing on top of mine.
Releasing the death grip on her throat I bury my faceagainst it, grasping her tightly to me as she melts against my body. I should be the one comforting her. Asking her if she’s okay. But I can’t stop the feeling of dread and shame inside my chest. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. I was the one who abandoned her, never making sure she was okay. How the fuck could I have let this happen to her?
“Dante?” she croaks out, her cool fingers stroking the side of my face.
“I need a name, baby,” I say, barely above a whisper.
