Chapter 20
DANTE
Fuck, she tastes amazing.
I’ve imagined this moment for so long, and now I can finally have my flower all to myself.
I flick my tongue over her warm, sweet clit, teasing her and drinking her sweet nectar. If I didn’t have to eat for the rest of my life, I’d happily live off of the taste of her.
Images of Evan raising his hand to Essence flood my mind, and liquid fury courses through my veins. I’ll never allow him to hurt her again. Ever. Whether she chooses to be with me after today or not, I'll never stop protecting her and reminding her that she deserves every good thing in this world.
So I flick my tongue over her clit faster and around in circles, relishing in the sweet sounds coming from her mouth. This is how Evan should have treated her, and since he’s not giving it to her, I will.
Essence’s tiny hands grip my hair and tug. I grunt from the pain, but it feels so good when she hurts me that my cock starts to get even harder in my pants.
Oh, I almost forgot…
Suddenly, I pull away from her and get up to go to the kitchen.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks furiously.
I can’t help but smirk knowing how much control I have over her in this moment.
“Don’t move,” I call back into the living room.
From the knife block by the stove, I grab the largest one before going back to Essence. Her face is red and sweaty, and she starts to say something, but when she sees the blade in my hand, she stops. A whole host of emotions runs across her face before settling on the one that I care about: desire.
When I'm crouched in front of her again, I hold it up for her to see. Her dark brown eyes get wider as the morning sunlight gleams off the sharp blade.
“May I?” I ask softly.
Seeming lost for words, she simply nods and lays back down, her eyes not once leaving the knife. She must be shocked that I grabbed it, and while I don’t blame her, it probably wasn’t the best thing to do right now when I'm trying to keep my other half hidden from her.
“Dante,” she whispers, eyes still laser-focused on the knife.
“Do you want me to hurt you, baby?”
She swallows roughly and nods.
I smile. “Good. Lay back and let me take care of you.”
When she does what I say, I growl and murmur, “Good girl.”
Her breathing quickens at my words, and when I finally press the tip of the knife into her soft, sweet flesh, I'm afraid she’s going to pass out.
“Ready?” I ask her.
When she nods, I dig in until I draw blood. She cries out from the pain, but the cries quickly dissolve into moans as I resume feasting on her sweet pussy.
I know it sounds corny, but this is what I've been waiting for my whole life. I’ve never been able to find a woman to satiate my dark cravings, but when I found out Essence has desires as dark as mine, I was hooked. Sex just isn’t as satisfying if I’m not cutting someone.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Essence breathes, grinding her hips.
I continue making small surface cuts to her thighs before reaching up and nicking the tip of her nipple; she gasps from the sensation.
My erection is straining against my pants so hard I want to burst, but I won’t stop until my flower has come again.
Her moans reach the most perfect crescendo, and her body is covered in bloody cuts, and just when her climax is about to overtake her, her phone rings.
Normally, I wouldn’t answer it mid-head, but the smart voice on her phone announces that Evan is calling, so I take it out of my pocket.
Essence gasps again. “No!”
Too late—I've already accepted the call.
“Hello?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
Essence mouths to me to hang up the phone, but I only smirk and lick her again; she claps a hand over her mouth to keep from moaning.
“Who the hell is this?” Evan croaks from the other end.
I grin and hold the phone between my ear and shoulder. With one hand, I continue cutting into Essence, and with the other I slide two fingers inside of her while using my thumb to stroke her clit. She groans against her hand and her eyes roll back.
“It’s Dante, the man that just beat you into the next dimension, remember?”
There’s a rustling on the other end, and then Evan groans. He must be trying to sit himself up.
“Where’s my girlfriend?”
My girlfriend.
My nostrils flare. “You don’t get to call her that after what you’ve done to her.”
Essence’s muffled moans get louder, but Evan doesn’t even hear her.
“Just put her on the phone, asshole. You want me to call the cops?” he threatens weakly.
“Go ahead and call them, and I'll tell them you like to beat the shit out of Essence. We can go to jail together, amico.”
Evan coughs, and it sounds juicy.
“Put Essence on the phone, man,” he whines pathetically. “Please. I need her.”
I smirk. “Hold on, Evan. She’s coming.”
I toss her phone onto the couch without muting it; I want Evan to hear everything I'm doing to his girlfriend.
Essence and I lock eyes for a moment, and then she explodes all over my fingers. Her sweet moans fill the room, and the sight of her covered in my marks almost makes me come, too.
I continue fucking her with my fingers until I've wrenched every bit of her orgasm out of her. Only then does Essence lay back, exhausted and out of breath.
I pick up the phone again with a smirk on my face. “Okay, here she is.”
Essence looks alarmed when I shove the phone at her, but she sits up and clears her throat. “Evan? Are you okay?”
His voice is booming through the phone from him screaming at her. She pulls it away from her ear and flinches at his tone.
I don’t know what he’s saying to her, but I'm not going to sit here and listen to him verbally abuse her right in front of me.
“That’s enough,” I say sharply.
To my surprise, Evan stops.
“Are you listening?”
He clears his throat. “Yeah.”
“Good. Let me make one thing clear to you, Evan: Essence is mine now. She’s given you more than enough chances, put up with enough of your bullshit, and now she’s done.
You could have given her the world, but instead you treated her like shit, even though she does so much for you.
You should consider yourself lucky to have someone like her. Do you realize that?”
Evan doesn’t say anything, so I repeat the question.
“Yeah, yeah, I realize that,” he grumbles, but I'm not entirely sure I believe him.
It doesn’t fucking matter, though, because this is the last time he’ll get to speak to my flower again.
“You fucked my girlfriend,” he says miserably.
“Like I just told you, she’s mine. Don’t bother calling her anymore because she’s done. I’ll be the one to pick up all of her stuff, so I wouldn’t bother trying to tamper with it. I know every single item that she owns in that house, and I'll be sure to collect all of it.”
Before Evan has a chance to say anything else, I hang up the phone and hand it back to Essence.
She looks at me in disbelief.
“What?” I ask with a shrug.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she says, astonished.
I lean in and kiss her softly on the lips. “You’re welcome, baby.”