Chapter 21 Dante
This is wrong. So very wrong.
I shouldn’t be enjoying any of this. Especially not with a dead fucking body near us.
None of this was supposed to happen. My plan was to watch Estella from afar, to toy with her, before going to her apartment and doing what I had wanted to do for a long time.
But then this asshole happened. I don’t know who he is or why he attacked her, and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know that either.
The rage that consumed me when I saw someone lurking in her apartment was burning me from the inside out, leaving scorching traces across my skin. I felt like somebody had split me in two—the person I was before, mostly composed, and the person I had been becoming over the past couple of months.
The person I became with Estella. Or rather, the person who finally opened up and shook off his layers. Because she didn’t change me, didn’t fix me, didn’t ruin me.
She just opened my eyes to the real me, the one I’ve been hiding for so long.
And now this angel of death is staring at me with her wide, dark, consuming eyes, a gleam of fresh, untamed desire pooling in their depths.
This woman has no idea how much power she holds over me.
A shiver wracks my spine when her eyes snap to my hard cock.
Her tongue darts out, slowly—torturously slowly—licking her lips.
She fixes her gaze on it, her irises a storm of raw desire and fear, darkening even further as she slowly leans in, flicking her tongue across the head of my cock.
Licking the pre-cum off, she moans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as bliss colors her flushed face.
“Fuck, Estella,” I let out a low groan, my head tilting back as waves of pleasure surge through me.
My eyes close, and she wraps her fingers around the base of my cock, giving it a light squeeze. Every muscle in my body coils tight, my chest quivering with each sharp inhale.
She doesn’t flinch from my darkness. She embraces it, just as I embrace hers, and that truth shatters every trace of logic and reason I thought I had.
My hand drifts to her head, fingers threading through the golden strands, savoring the silky softness as they slip between them. Fisting it, I tug, pushing her more onto my cock. “Fucking suck it. Now.”
Her hand unwraps from me when she slaps both of her hands onto mine. Squeezing, she tries to fight against the tight hold. Digging her nails into my skin, she sends a burning, electric sting racing through me, carving bloody half-moons that pulse their way straight into my brain.
“Let go,” she whispers, those two words trembling on her pink, wet lips.
For some inexplicable reason, I do. Tension still coils hard through my muscles, instinct clawing at me to grab her again, to take back control.
But I don’t.
Just like I didn’t in that hotel room—when she pressed a blade to my throat and held me in place.
My gaze drops to Estella, and I watch as, slowly, she brings her lips to my tip and presses a feather-like kiss onto it. I swallow hard, feeling the tension ease just a fraction, and the moment she notices, she presses another kiss to my flesh.
My eyes roll back, sweet pleasure overtaking the sharpness of the previous waves as she leaves small kisses all over my cock.
My hand drifts to her face, knuckles grazing the curve of her rosy cheek as she guides them along, painting a trail of tender, soft touches that feel utterly foreign against my skin.
“I like that,” I murmur, my chest constricting as I fight to stifle a loud moan. My teeth grit together, my heart hammering violently, thundering up to my ears when her tongue darts out, lapping up every drop of my pre-cum, following the path her kisses paved.
“Let me hear you,” she whispers, her tongue playfully licking my thick, blue veins, tracing their shape. “I want that, Dante. I want you.”
I part my lips, but no sound emerges. It’s as if an invisible hand clamps around my throat, pressing, stopping me from voicing anything.
The sensation is overwhelmingly unfamiliar. I can’t remember the last time I felt such intense pleasure coursing from someone into me.
I can feel the roots of guilt trying to sprout, gnawing at the edges of my mind like relentless parasites.
Inside me, a blazing inferno of emotions rages, each one vying for attention, but this particular feeling burns brighter than the rest. When I reach for its source, searching for its head, all I find is a thick fog of uncertainty, while the intensity of it presses a dull, pounding ache against my temples.
But before anything can truly bloom, she opens wide, swallowing my cock as good as she can. Warm, wet mouth wraps around my flesh, and I throw my head back, a choked sound of pleasure breaking from my chest.
It’s low, weak, and sounds like there’s something broken in me, something that can’t ever be fixed. I don’t think she enjoyed what she pulled out of me. It sure didn’t fucking sound normal.
I bite down on my lower lip, stifling any more filthy sounds, my body tensing once again. My hands ache to claim her, to take control and do it exactly the way I want. But just as that thought begins to creep in, she hollows her cheeks, sucking me hard, and everything shifts.
She smooths her tongue over the underside of my length, and I moan, louder than before. The sound feels weird and raspy coming from my throat, but when she responds with a muffled mumble of approval, I disassociate.
Gently, I fist her hair again, guiding her head as she continues to suck me. Wet, inappropriate sounds flow from her mouth as I give her a light push further. She gags, and I only grow impossibly harder, my cock twitching in her perfect mouth.
She can’t take me fully, not yet, but her efforts are enough for me. Her hand returns to the base of my cock, right where her mouth can’t reach, and she squeezes it softly, her fingers tracing over me, delivering a brief, jolting massage that sends sparks straight to my brain.
“Yes, yes, fuck,” I groan, feeling pleasure surge through my body in fierce, rolling bursts. Euphoria creeps closer, rising like a storm on the horizon, the long-awaited release pounding at my temples.
I drag my head back up, needing to see her while she brings me to my knees.
Her hair is a gorgeous, tangled mess, a few golden strands clinging to her skin and casting thin, spidery shadows across it.
Tears cling to the corners of her beautiful, fathomless eyes, which burn with wild desire, with obsession, with a hunger that feels anything but mortal.
She’s so determined to do it. To make me feel as good as I made her feel, to watch me unravel completely.
The world shouts caution in my ear, claiming she’ll be the end of me, the one who steals everything I have. But how can I believe that when she’s the only woman who gives rather than destroys?
Tilting her head, she pushes the tip of my cock into her inner cheek. It pokes out, punching a shock through my body, forcing my knees to buckle. Her saliva coats the entirety of my length, crystal drops landing on my balls as they spill out of her mouth while she pushes deeper.
“Such a dirty fucking girl,” a low growl slips out, my voice fading by the second. I’m right at the edge, and the next movement will send me crashing over. “Suck that cock just like that.”
She quickens her pace, steadily stroking and squeezing me right into her mouth while sucking me hard and fast. She keeps hollowing her cheeks, while her tongue plays with me, rolling across my cock, sliding up and down, from side to side.
Her head keeps moving back and forth, and when she pulls back enough, my eyes focus on the kimono that barely covers her body. Her big, perky breasts bounce with every movement she makes, while her hard, abused nipples stare back at me.
I want to wrap my mouth around those, to take a bite, and roll my tongue across them. I want to make it hurt, to rip out those beautiful sounds of pleasure she makes while watching the gleam of pain and pleasure in her eyes clash and intertwine.
Grabbing her tits, I squeeze them together, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against my palms. “These will be fucked too,” I vow.
She whimpers, a tear rolling down her flushed cheek as she puts more effort, pushing down and choking on my length.
There’s something so devouring about her, something I keep coming back to like a habit I don’t want to break, and it’s fucking addictive.
I can’t tear my eyes off her. She sharpens my senses to the edge of pain. I can feel and see the effort she puts into sucking me, the way her pretty pussy throbs, and the way her nipples harden while a flush paints her pretty chest.
The bliss swells, thickening with the weight of anticipation that presses down on me like a storm about to break. I place both hands on her head and let my eyes drift shut, surrendering to it completely.
And just as fast as all my senses snap to life, they vanish. The orgasm tears through me in a violent, shuddering surge that robs me of breath, of sight, of sound—stripping me of everything, even my fucking soul.
A raw, guttural sound claws its way out of my chest, echoing off the walls with a rasp that feels too loud in the small room. I’d bet anything her neighbors heard every second of what she put me through.
I hold her head steady while cumming deep in her throat, flooding her faster than she can swallow. She gags, but she doesn’t pull back, her husky moans vibrating across my length.
“Fuck,” I mumble, pumping myself into her throat and hand a few more times before looking down at her.
She looks up, tears gathered on her lashes, trembling as she blinks. Her throat works through a soft swallow, and I won’t pretend it isn’t the single hottest sight I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Slowly, I pull out, more cum gushing through the corners of her mouth. Eyes smoldering, she sweeps her fingers over her lips, and her tongue darts out, licking them with deliberate care.
My cock twitches, the tense, primal need growing inside me with renewed intensity.
This woman will be the death of me.
“Good girl,” I whisper, my fingers tracing the curve of her lips. She leans into my touch, and the hunger within her only intensifies, swelling tenfold, impossible to satiate.
I want her. More than anything. Every fiber of me fucking aches for her. The raw, carnal hunger prickles goosebumps across my skin, a fire stoked by the intensity of my need.
But first, I have to tend to her arm and handle the body before I can give in.