CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Libera Voluntas
I won't lie... I wanted to be a fly on the wall to see what he's doing now. He's probably doing something really nerdy. :P (@deisebloombastic)
The silence that followed wasn't really silence. It was a roar. My own structures shattering, falling to the floor like broken glass. More fragile than I ever expected. Or maybe they weren't—but in Dante's hands, they crumble like dust.
I don't move my feet. My body doesn't obey. The exit never opens.
Dante leaves no fingerprints when he touches me—his eyes possess me long before my mouth sentences us to each other. As if the Big Bang was just an excuse for this exact moment to happen.
“You're not leaving.” It's not a question. Not a plea. Not a threat. It's a statement.
My chest rises and falls so fast it hurts.
“Go on, say it... convince me you want to leave,” he challenges, tilting his chin, with that crooked, dirty, arrogant, and... broken smile. “Look me in the eyes and convince me.”
But I couldn't. Here and now, I'm a woman with no defense. No real reasons that could convince me to leave. And he knows. He's always known. Since the very first damn day our paths crossed.
Dante advances slowly. Surrounding me in a way that isn't physical. There's nothing physics can do here to stop us from colliding.
His domination is psychological. Visceral.
He's wrapped himself around my mind, my fears, my hunger, my shame, my entire sanity... as if he already knows exactly where to press to take me apart piece by piece.
“You don't understand, do you?” His voice is hoarse, deeper, lower, more dangerous. “You think you're fighting against me. But no, Helena. I'm not your villain.”
He holds my chin.
“You're fighting against yourself. And you know what's worse?” He leans in, his lips so close that the heat of his breath licks my skin. “You're losing.”
My legs weaken.
I hate myself for it.
Or not.
I don't know who gave in first—him or me—but in the next second, his mouth possesses mine with rage, hunger, and surrender.
It's the end and the beginning in the same kiss.
The darkness isn't frightening anymore—not in his arms. In fact, it's as if I need to be consumed by it.
Dante holds my face with one hand—strong, possessive—as if anchoring me to reality so I won't explode into pieces.
His other hand... God... his other hand squeezes my waist and pulls me against him. And somehow it's as if I belong there. As if my body wandered for too long before finding a place to call its own.
I felt him. I feel everything.
How much he wants me. How much he hates me for making him want like this.
And how he'd let the world burn just for this moment. Even if the fire reaches his feet.
And I lit the match.
Because I know. Nothing else matters.
I always knew.
Dante lifted me into his arms, slamming me hard against the cabinet behind us. Pressing his desire against mine. My skirt rode up, exposing my panties to his touch.
Dante's hands didn't ask permission. They knew where to touch.
As if they'd been studying me for years.
As if they'd been waiting for this exact moment to make me crumble.
My soaked panties added texture to his touch, the fabric pressed between us. His lips devoured mine as if his life depended on my taste.
When his fingers pushed my panties aside and slid inside me, I arched my body and moaned. Dante thrust again—strong, intense—and I searched for something to hold onto. As if I needed an anchor to keep me grounded.
“Damn, Helena, you're so wet,” he growled in my ear. “I'm damned, Helena.”
I pulled off my blouse, leaving my breasts exposed, and he dove into them, sucking and biting my nipple, sending electricity through my entire body. I murmured his name like a plea.
“Your body calls to me, Helena. I could always hear it,” he said, thrusting into me again, this time with two fingers. Unhurried, but with the urgency of someone who needs to hear me moan again.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling us even closer. His touch was intense and wild as he made me melt beneath his fingers. But I wanted more. I needed more.
So I pushed him away, and he growled.
“Don’t tell me you changed your mind.” He glanced down at his pants, straining against his obvious need.
“If we’re going to do this, it’ll be on my terms.” I smiled like the wicked vixen he’d awakened in me. The Helena he’d been so desperate to unleash couldn’t just come on the kitchen counter. I needed more.
“I’ll sign whatever the hell you want.” He advanced toward me like I was his prey, but I stopped him.
“There are no laws for this,” I murmured, undoing his shirt buttons one by one, revealing his chiseled abs. My eyes traveled slowly from his down to his pants, and I licked my lips.
“Helena, Helena…” His tone was almost a veiled plea. “You’re playing with fire.”
“I’ve waited too long to get burned… set me on fire,” I whispered, opening his pants. The sound of the zipper sliding down was almost as indecent as his gaze piercing through me.
“Your wish is my command, Helena.”
Dante looked like he wanted to devour me whole. Every fiber of his body vibrated between the desire to possess me and the torturous surprise of being led by me—even if only for a few seconds.
I pulled his underwear down, freeing his hard, throbbing, impossibly thick cock. The sight set me ablaze.
He grabbed my wrist hard, as if he needed a reminder that he was still in control—or trying to be.
But I broke free, slipped away, sliding through his grasp like water through fingers.
When I sank to my knees, slowly, defiantly, Dante watched me like a hawk.
“You want to play this game?” His voice came out cracked, broken, more threat than question. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, threw his head back, and gripped the counter behind him when my fingers wrapped around the base of his cock.
“Like my life depends on it…” I slid the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock, teasing, savoring every moan he released through clenched teeth.
I took him all the way into my mouth, slowly, deliberately. The smooth texture of the tip gliding across my tongue, carrying his heat. His cock throbbed in my mouth as I sucked, tightening my grip as I moved up and down.
His breathing was heavy. His groans hoarse and restrained, full of pleasure and pain all at once.
“Fuck, Helena…” He grabbed my hair and pulled, but he didn’t have the strength to stop me from doing it my way.
I released him with a wet pop just to look at him.
“You like to pretend you own everything, don’t you?” I dragged my nail along the side of his thigh, moving up until I gripped his hip hard. “But here, now…” I ran my tongue over my lips, “I’m the one who decides.”
I went back to sucking him, harder, faster, driving him out of his mind until his body trembled and his legs gave out. Dante was at his limit. Desperate. Consumed. Then I stopped. Leaving him suspended at the edge was my final act.
Dante lifted me up. His mouth invaded mine as we crashed through the furniture toward the living room. He wanted control back, even though his body still trembled from my dominance.
In the living room, I pushed him and he fell onto the couch, legs spread. His cock was so hard it barely moved. The pulsing veins traced thick ridges along its entire length.
I positioned myself on his lap, rubbing his cock against my entrance but not letting him inside yet. He tried to grab my waist, but I held his wrists and pushed him back against the couch. I pressed my lips to his ear, and he moaned.
“Don’t you dare move,” I growled. “I decide when.”
“You’re going to kill me…” he moaned through gritted teeth.
“Shhh.” I leaned in and bit his chin. “You always wanted to see who I am without the armor? Well, take a good look.”
I slid over him, his cock nestled between my soaking wet folds. He struggled a little, and I bit my lip, relishing the torture.
His cock was hard as steel beneath me, and slowly I slid him inside. All of him. To the hilt. Until there was no space left between us.
He threw his head back, crying out my name.
I rolled my hips again. At my pace.
Gradually, I loosened my grip on his wrists and tangled my fingers in his curls as I moved up and down. I needed to see him beg.
Dante teetered on the edge. His jaw locked. His eyes squeezed shut. His thighs like stone, his body trembling beneath me. His breath coming in ragged gasps against my chest.
The pleasure began to hit me too. I was catching fire.
Feeling what I was doing to him was like gasoline on my desire.
Dante noticed me falter and seized the chance to shatter whatever control I thought I had.
He grabbed my waist with such force that I arched, flipped me over on the couch, pressed me belly-down, made me raise my ass, gripped my neck, and growled in my ear:
“It's over now, Helena.” His voice was molten steel, pure threat. “You wanted to provoke me... now take what's coming.”
He thrust into me in one stroke, without mercy. Deep. Brutal. Perfect.
A scream from nowhere tearing through my throat.
Chaos overtaking our every movement.
Dante fucked me as if he could engrave himself inside me forever. Like a tattoo.
Our bodies collided like they were at war. He bit me, scratched me, hit me. And I cursed. Cursed the day our paths crossed and I damned myself to wanting him.
He flipped me over and hooked my legs over his shoulders. His eyes devouring me while he fucked me.
“We'll never be the same again,” I growled.
Dante squeezed me as he thrust even deeper.
“I'll be your ruin and your home, Helena.” Dante's voice was hoarse, shredded.
He gripped my thigh, dug his fingers into my skin as if he could mark me down to my soul, and drove into me so deep I could taste it.
“My God, Helena... you're perfect.” His mouth descended on my neck, biting, licking, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Look at me. I want to see your face when you can't hold back anymore.”
Each thrust made the couch creak, sent my whole body vibrating. He held me by the chin, forcing me to keep my eyes on him, as if looking away were the real crime.
“Go on, say it,” he growled. “Say you're mine, Helena.”
“All yours.” Panting, nearly crying from the pleasure.
His gaze shattered me. Lust. Rage. Desire. Everything.
We moved as if our bodies could no longer come apart. In his lap, I melted.
He wrapped his hand around my nape, bit my chin, licked my skin, and fucked me with his eyes locked on mine, as if our bodies shared a secret. And in a way, they did.
“Come for me,” he demanded, brushing his thumb over my clit in slow, precise circles, maddening, his cock filling me like I'd finally found my purpose. “I want to see you fall apart... now, Helena. Now.”
My entire body obeyed and arched. My muscles trembled, my vision blurred, and all that existed was the sound of him begging me for more.
“That's it. That's it, fuck... just like that. Tremble for me. Give yourself to me, my sweet Helena.”
My soul screaming his name as if it were my last prayer on Earth.
He kept going. It wasn't enough. He wanted me to break completely. I'd asked for this and he would give it to me. Because Dante would give me the world if I wanted.
I threw myself back until I saw the world upside down while Dante worked my clit without mercy. I felt his lips brush my hip. His teeth leaving marks that wouldn't let me forget him for days.
“Already tired, doctor?” Dante taunted. “I hope not. After all, you asked for fire, and I don't stop until it burns.”
He buried his lips in my hypersensitive flesh and I roared. Dante sucked my clit, swollen by now, while his fingers kept me full. No matter how many moans he drew from me, he seemed to want more.
When he moaned, I felt his growl vibrate through my skin, making everything even more intense. Dante pulled me closer as if he could somehow get even deeper. Defying the most basic laws of physics in the name of having me completely.
My body was ready for another electric wave and he felt it, so he pulled me back and thrust again. I felt he was ready too, and the heat consuming me from the inside out was all I needed to catch fire.
Together we grunted like animals consumed by the blaze that engulfed this apartment. A blaze that would leave nothing behind but ashes.
There was no going back.
There never was.