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“But you didn’t.” He gripped my arms, spinning me around. “She made her choice. You didn’t force her to feel that way. And you certainly didn’t force her to spy on you all these years and help her father. That was her decision. Her choice, Sienna. Just as it was Mateo’s.”
Tears pricked at my eyes. It wasn’t fair that he was using my own words against me just now. But he was right. I was acting like it didn’t hurt. Like my heart hadn’t shattered into a thousand tiny pieces as soon as I’d realized her betrayal. It cut through me like a knife, far worse than any bullet wound. Far worse than anything Mateo had done to me.
With a frustrated cry, I punched the wall, pain flaring up my arm. I was just…so angry. I hated that Gemma and Mateo had forced me into this position. I hated that they’d taken my family from me, my family’s business. I hated that I had trusted David, and he’d turned out to be just another betrayal. I hated everything.
Dante held me. I could feel his strength at my back. He was the only thing keeping me sane right now.
“You’re strong, Sienna. You can get through this. You are one of the strongest women I know. If anyone can face their demons–it’s you.”
“How?” I whispered. “How can I do that when I feel so…” I couldn’t even begin to explain how it felt. But he knew. He understood.
“If you have to get it out, take it out on me,” he whispered.
I felt his lips brush against my shoulder, moving my hair away. His lips were hot against my skin. Searing me. “Let the monster out, Sienna,” he murmured, voice rumbling through his chest. I felt it all the way to my bones. “Let me make it all go away.”
I wanted to. I wanted to so badly that I couldn’t think of anything else. Spinning around, I let him pin me to his chest, yanking my hips until they were pressed against his. I could already feel the length of him growing between us. There was nothing but understanding in his eyes, no matter how hard I searched. There was no judgment. He didn’t condemn me for the things I had been forced to do. He knew the reason why better than anyone else.
Dante had dealt with his own monster for so long that he knew what this was like for me. He understood. And I so badly needed him to show me how to control it. To show me how to tame it before it consumed me—before it ate away at my soul just like David’s had. Just like Mateo’s. Gemma’s. I didn’t want to feel this way forever.
I knew it wouldn’t last. Wounds would turn to scars, and scars would heal until they were too faint to be seen. But they would always remain. I knew this would be something I could never escape from–something I could never forget. But that didn’t mean it had to drown me. That it wouldn’t consume me until I was nothing but hate and rage and vengeance.
He could make the scars heal. He could show me how to carry the weight of the past while still moving forward. I wanted him to ruin me until it all disappeared. Until I was free from this pain.
He saw the decision in my eyes the split second the thought crossed my mind. His lips crashed against mine, taking me, claiming me. Our tongues intertwined, the taste of him chasing any and all rational thoughts from my mind. My nails dug into his bare chest, scraping against his skin until I drew blood, until breath hissed from between his teeth.
“Show me, Dante,” I whispered against his mouth. “Destroy me until there’s nothing left.”
38
DANTE
Icould feel her pain as I kissed her, the touch of her soft lips sending a rush of hurt through me. Pressing her into me, I felt her mouth move with mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her lips parting with need. With the desire to forget fucking everything. Hauling her up, I locked her legs around my hips, locking her against the hard cock between us.
Every touch kindled the fire burning inside us both. I held her to me, strong arms wrapped around her thighs, her waist, my lips consuming her with hungry, desperate kisses. The beast inside me reared its head, meeting hers with a deadly willingness to obliterate her pain. All I could feel was her, consuming my very being. My stomach ached with hunger. She sucked in a breath, tightening her hold on me as I trailed kisses from her ear to her collarbone. My tongue darted out to taste her.
More. I needed more.
Her hands ran up and down my back, nails scratching at my bare skin while I rocked her hips against my cock, needing to feel the weight of her against me. I couldn’t wait for us to head back to the bedroom. I needed to take her right here. Right now.
But first, I needed to take the pain away before I filled her so completely.
Setting her on the kitchen counter, my fingers dipped beneath the waistline of her sweatpants. I yanked them off in one motion, never once breaking from her perfect lips. Tossing them to the floor, I pulled away, nuzzling at her neck before my hands forced her thighs open, resting her feet on the edges of the kitchen chairs until she was spread open before me.
I only paused to take in how perfect she looked, open just for me. Her slit was already glistening with her juices, just waiting for me to lap them up. I knelt before her, my face perfectly aligned with her waiting pussy. She watched me beneath hooded eyelids, mouth parted slightly.
Fuck. This was how I always wanted her to be, legs parted, cunt glistening and ready for my cock. If I could chain her up and keep her just like this every second of the damn day, I would. She leaned back on her elbows, her chest pushed forward as my eyes hungrily took her in.
The pain was still there, so clearly visible to me. But only because I knew what it felt like. Only because I knew what it looked like each and every time I stared at my own reflection in the mirror. She wanted me to ruin her, but I would destroy her. That was the only way to deal with the beast—to shatter it so completely that it would be a while before it could rear its ugly head again. I would need to break her, to force her to come apart until there was nothing left. Until she was so completely torn in two that there was no hope for revival.
“I’m not going to stop,” I warned her, “until you can feel nothing but me.”
Burying my face between her thighs, the moist trail of my tongue a lit fuse on a stick of dynamite. Her body jerked as I licked from the bottom of her slit to her clit, swirling my tongue over the hardened nub. Her fingers tangled in my hair, keeping me locked between her legs. I moved my mouth back over her clit, sucking and lapping until I felt the muscles along her thighs jerking in time to my mouth.
Swirling my tongue around her, I could feel her slowly losing control. Slowly losing herself to my touch, to my mouth. I plunged my tongue inside, and her head fell back, a loud moan slipping past her beautiful lips. My fingers slipped between her lips, adding pressure to the wet hot sensation of my tongue on her sex, gathering enough to plunge deep inside her.
She gasped as my finger slipped inside, burying deep within her tight cunt. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, and I hooked it in deeper, hitting that sweet spot until she cried out my name. Fuck, it sounded good on her lips. I wanted to hear her scream my name over and over until her voice went hoarse. Pulling up, I gazed up at her, ignoring her small cry.
“Take your pleasure, baby,” I murmured, kissing her clit and making her body jolt again. “Take it for yourself.”
