13. Chapter Thirteen Jade
Chapter Thirteen: Jade
I knew I was a mess when the elevator dinged at Dante’s floor. A cold sweat had taken over my palms, and my heartbeat wasn’t exactly playing nice. But there he was, cool as ever, watching me with those eyes that seemed to pick apart my soul piece by piece.
“Jade, you’re rattling like a leaf in a storm,” Dante said, his voice low and smooth as we stepped into his penthouse. “In the car, it was all nerves, but tonight...” He let the words hang, a promise lingering in the silence between us.
I didn’t have the words, not then. The opulence of his place always felt like it swallowed me whole—a kind of luxury that made my lab look like a child’s playset. My shoes clicked against the marble, echoing around the grand space.
“Tonight, I’ll show you. Show you how breathtaking you are,” he murmured, and I could feel the heat from his lips grazing my ear even though they barely touched my skin.
His fingers traced my hip, and my traitorous body leaned into the caress, my mind fogging up with warmth I hadn’t realized I craved.
“Jade?” His breath teased the shell of my ear, and I fought the urge to shudder. Every sensible cell screamed at me to run, yet here I was, melting.
We’d moved to the bedroom without me noticing, the shift as smooth as everything else about Dante. The bed loomed behind me, its presence undeniable, but so was the thrumming in my veins, the way my breath hitched with every brush of his touch.
“God, you shouldn’t do this to me, Dante,” I finally managed, my voice shaky.
“Jade,” he repeated, his tone dipping, darkening. “I know what you need.”
And damn him, he did. Because despite it all—despite the secrets, the lies, and the fucking captivity—I wanted him. Wanted this. And as much as it might break me, I couldn’t find it within myself to say no.
“Tell me to stop,” Dante’s voice was a command, but his eyes...they told another story. They were a mix of iron and something softer, something that looked an awful lot like yearning.
I should have. But the words wouldn’t come. Instead, my hand reached up of its own accord, finding the thick, dark locks I’d so often ended up tangling my fingers in.
It was as if we were trying to devour each other’s doubts, silence the questions. His mouth moved against mine with a ferocity that matched the storm of emotions within me. There was no gentleness in this kiss—it was raw and demanding, as if we were both starved for something only the other could provide.
His hands settled on my waist, fingers digging into my flesh as though he feared I might slip away. I felt owned, marked by his touch, and part of me hated it. The rational side of me, the one that valued control and order, was appalled at the magnetism I felt towards him.
Considering he had literally kidnapped me.
Fuck.
It was wrong on so many levels—this magnetic pull towards a man who was steeped in darkness, a man whose world was a stark contrast to the clean lines and bright lights of my laboratory. But the more I thought about escaping, the tighter his grip became, as if he could sense my inner turmoil.
The cool silk of my red dress was no match for the heat of Dante’s hands as they traced patterns over my skin. We were sitting on the bed now, his presence engulfing the space around us, making the outside world feel miles away.
“So…this is what you want?” I asked, breath hitching as his fingers slid under the hem of my skirt, effectively beginning their torturous ascent.
“Yes. I always want you. More than you know,” Dante murmured, his voice low and husky in my ear. His hand traveled higher, bunching the fabric of my dress with it until he reached the flimsy barrier of my panties.
With a dexterity that spoke of experience, he slipped them off me, and a bolt of excitement shot through my core. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with our mutual desire.
Dante’s lips curved into a knowing smile as he looked down at me. “I can tell you’re addicted to coming for me now,” he said, his thumb grazing my skin in a way that sent shivers down my spine.
“I wouldn’t say I’m addicted.”
“Alright. Then I’ll have to keep doing it until you are.”
I looked up at him, searching his gaze. “I thought you were going to let me have a break tonight.”
He moved his hand away. “Okay. You want a break, you get a break.”
The abrupt halt of his touch left me aching, my skin pulsing with a need I’d never experienced before. For a moment, we stayed that way, both of us breathing heavily, the tension between us crackling like a live wire. Then Dante’s gaze met mine, a hint of amusement lighting his eyes.
“You’re not going to beg?” he asked, feigning innocence. His hand rested on my thigh, the heat of it seeping through the fabric of my dress.
“No,” I replied defiantly, even as my body screamed otherwise. But Dante only chuckled lowly, the sound sending tremors through me.
“Now that’s a shame,” he said, then grabbed my panties from the floor, dangling them in front of my face. “If you want a break, I’ll just touch myself and come on these.”
Before I could even begin to process the implications of his words, Dante was already moving, his broad, well-defined shoulders flexing as he reached down to unzip his pants. My heart thrummed against my ribs as I watched him in a combination of disbelief and arousal. He glanced at me, eyes glittering with a smug satisfaction, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“But...that’s...” I stammered, my mind racing to catch up with the situation.
“You can leave,” he said. “This is my bedroom. Or you can stay and watch and not touch yourself. Whatever you want to do.”
Fuck. Fuck.
My mind screamed at me to stop this madness, but my body...my body was a traitor. Slowly, I shook my head, no words willing to pass my lips. Dante’s smile grew wider, the smug satisfaction in his gaze making my skin prickle with a mix of indignation and desire.
He stretched out on the bed, propped against the pillows, his fingers working at the buckle of his belt with a nonchalance that belied the heavy tension in the air. His other hand held my panties, still clutched tightly as though they were some sort of trophy.
I sat there like a statue, watching as he released himself from the confines of his pants with a sigh of relief. My breath hitched as he wrapped my panties around his length, his low groan echoing in the room.
What I thought would be a moment of temporary insanity stretched on, each second dragging out into an eternity as Dante pleasured himself with a slow, languid grace that drove me mad. His hand moved in a steady rhythm, my panties wrapped tightly around him, the fabric darkening with his arousal.
Each slide of his hand sent another wave of heat curling through the pit of my stomach, the ache between my thighs growing more insistent with every passing second. His low moans filled the room, lacing the air with a raw sexual energy that seemed to cling to my skin, pulling me in deeper with each passing moment.
“And here I thought you didn’t want to watch,” Dante taunted, his voice strained but smug. “Don’t worry, Jade. I’ll put on a good show for you.”
I watched in a daze as his hand sped up, the rhythm erratic and frenzied. His eyes were locked onto mine, the heat of his gaze burning into my skin. A low groan rumbled from him, echoing around the silent room and sending a new wave of heat coursing through me.
“Do you have another pair of dirty panties somewhere? I want to smell you as I come,” he said.
The audacity of his request made my jaw drop, a rush of heat flooding my cheeks. My heart thundered in my chest as I considered his words, a part of me shocked and yet another part...intrigued.
“Wait,” he said. “Just straddle my face. I won’t touch you. I won’t lick you. I just want to smell you as I come.”
I stood up abruptly, my heart pounding in my chest. He was pushing me, taunting me with his words, and daring me to break. I didn’t know whether to be furious or aroused. Probably both. But there was a part of me—a reckless, daring part—that wanted to give into his wicked game.
“Jade?” Dante’s voice echoed through the room. His breathing was harsh and erratic, the tension from his arousal palatable in the air around us.
Without a word, I moved on shaky legs toward him, each step bolder than the one before. Determination surged through my veins as I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself above him, straddling his chest.
His eyes darkened with lust as he looked up at me, hands reaching out to rest on my thighs. His touch burnt through the fabric of my dress, searing into my skin.
“Remember your promise,” I warned, voice breathy with anticipation. “No touching.”
“I won’t touch you,” he said, a smile in his voice. “But I still have to breathe.”
Slowly, almost teasingly, I moved higher until I was hovering over his face. My heart hammered in my chest with a mix of nerves and excitement.
Slowly, almost teasingly, I moved higher until I was hovering over his face. My heart hammered in my chest with a mix of nerves and excitement.
“Damn, Jade,” Dante breathed, the warm puff of his breath against my skin making me shudder. “You smell so good.” His eyes were dark, dilated with desire as he craned his neck to take in my scent. I could see his hand moving faster, an indication of his nearing climax.
I watched him from above, the sight of this powerful man undone by lust sent a thrill through me. He breathed harshly, his eyes still open as he spoke.
“And you truly have the world’s prettiest pussy,” he said. “I could just look at your pretty cunt all day. Jesus, you’re so wet. You’re dripping. I can almost taste you even though I’m not allowed to touch you.”
His words were raw and laden with a primal hunger that drove me insane. “You’re so fucking soaked for me, aren’t you?” he taunted, his breath harsh against my skin. “Just the thought of me coming on your panties has you dripping.”
“Would you like that, Jade?” Dante continued in that same maddening tone. His hand was flying over his length now, the movement becoming more erratic as he neared his edge. He was watching me intently, baring himself to my gaze without any shame or hesitation.
“Do you want to feel my come soaking through your panties? Or maybe you’d prefer if I painted your pretty, wet cunt with my seed?”
I couldn’t really hover above him anymore. I really, really wanted him to touch me, to use his skillful tongue, his skillful fingers…to bury his cock deep inside of me.
“I should come on all of your panties,” he said. “I should make sure that every time you wear them you’re reminded of how filthy you can be for me. How every time I’m near you, your sweet little pussy just aches to be filled by my cock.”
His filthy words were more than I could take, my body throbbing with pent-up desire and anticipation.
“I can’t…” I stammered, my voice shaky. “I can’t not touch myself…”
His hand stilled on his cock.
“Then go on,” he taunted, the devilish grin on his face only enhancing the wicked glint in his eyes. “Touch that pretty cunt of yours. Let me see how much you want it.”
I reached down to touch myself, my fingers on my clit. He kept to his promise, he didn’t touch me, but I could feel him watching me, his intense gaze glued onto my fingers as they worked their magic. My breath hitched at the contact, a soft moan tearing from my lips as I circled my sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Do you feel how wet you are?” His voice was throaty, rasped out through gritted teeth. “Does it feel good, Jade? Do I make your sweet little cunt throb?”
“Yes,” I gasped, too far gone to care about anything but the building pleasure. “So good...god, Dante.”
“Admit it,” he said. “I’m better at making you come than you are.”
“Screw you,” I panted, my fingers working faster. But the truth was, I knew he was right.
His gaze was heavy on me, his hand still frozen mid-stroke as he watched me touch myself. His eyes were dark with lust and anticipation.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I love watching you get yourself off.”
I could feel the tension coiling tight within me with every circle of my fingers. The wet sounds of my arousal echoed in the silent room, adding to the heady atmosphere between us.
“You’re such a filthy girl,” Dante taunted as I gasped and moaned above him. The degrading words should have shocked me, but instead they only served to stoke the flames of my desire. “Does it turn you on to know that you’re dripping all over me? Does it make you wetter knowing that after this, I’m going to come all over your panties?”
I couldn’t respond. Words were beyond me now as pleasure crashed over me in waves, stealing my breath away with its intensity. All I could do was nod and continue working my fingers.
“Good girl,” he groaned with a pleased smirk that set my body aflame. His hand began to move again, his pace matching the rhythm of my own movements.
The room was filled with the heavy sounds of our mutual pleasure, the wet slide of our hands and the harshness of our breathing creating a symphony of sin. My mind was a whirlwind of sensations, Dante’s filthy words only serving to push me closer and closer to the edge.
“And I’m going to come on your panties,” his voice was raspy and so close. “And I’m going to make you wear them afterwards.”
The image those words painted — of damp panties clinging to my skin and every step a reminder of this moment — was too much. I felt myself spiral out of control as pleasure overwhelmed me, a strangled cry escaping from my lips as I came undone above him.
My orgasm hit me with all the force of a freight train, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me. My fingers did not stop their relentless assault on my swollen bundle of nerves, prolonging my climax until I was reduced to a moaning, trembling mess.
…And my legs gave in, and I wasn’t able to hold myself up any longer.
I collapsed onto Dante’s face. I tried to move off, but he held me steady with his strong hands, gripping onto my thighs to keep me in place above him. A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, but I was really worried I was strangling him, cutting off his breathing.
“Relax, Jade,” Dante’s voice rumbled from beneath me, his hands gripping my thighs even tighter. “Your sweet little pussy isn’t going to suffocate me.”
His wicked words sent a fresh wave of arousal through my already oversensitive body. Dante’s audacity – the way he reveled in our shared debauchery – was intoxicating in a way I never could have imagined.
But he stuck his tongue out and licked my pussy as his grip around his cock quickened, his hips lifting off the bed as he thrust into his hand, my panties still wrapped around his fingers. His tongue delved into me, gathering my arousal on its tip before withdrawing again.
The second he tasted me, his body trembled in response, pleasure radiating from him like a shockwave.
“That’s it...drench me,” he rasped out from beneath me, each word punctuated by a hard thrust into his hand. His voice was raw and desperate as he neared the edge.
I could feel Dante’s body tightening beneath me, every muscle straining as he neared his climax.
I could feel Dante’s body tightening beneath me, every muscle straining as he neared his climax. I could hardly make out what he was saying—he might have said I wasn’t suffocating him but it definitely felt like I was—but I got bits of it, and when he wasn’t speaking, he was lapping at my pussy as if he was drinking from a water fountain.
And then suddenly, his grip on my thighs tightened, his body tensed beneath me. With a hoarse cry, Dante came undone, his release spurting onto the panties still wrapped around his fist. His fingers dug into the plush flesh of my thighs and I gasped at the pain-pleasure of it, adding to the post-orgasmic haze that still lingered in my brain.
“Dante...” I whimpered, feeling the tremors of another orgasm building within me in reaction to his movements and the warm wetness covering my panties. My hips bucked against his face as he lapped at me hungrily, pushing me to another climax.
I felt him groan against me, still riding out the aftershocks of his own orgasm, his body shaking beneath me just as much as mine was shaking above him.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Dante’s tongue stilled. His breaths were shuddering from beneath me and with every exhale he blew onto my overly sensitive clit, making my body jolt in response.
“Remember,” he breathed out between shuddering breaths, “This panties... this moment... You’re going to wear them all night tonight. And then, fuck, I’ll come on another pair tomorrow morning so you have a fresh pair to wear.”
He guided me down slightly so I was straddling his mouth but not his nose—which, good—and then he flicked his tongue against my clit again, lightly this time.
“Dante!” I yelped, my body jerking at the unexpected sensation. I was already oversensitive, my body humming in the aftermath of our shared pleasure. But, as always, Dante seemed to know exactly what I could take.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured against me, his voice vibrating through my oversensitive flesh in a way that made me gasp. “Taking so much for me.”
“Such a shame your pussy is empty right now when I could be filling it,” he said. “But hey. Next time. You got your break, didn’t you?”
I could only nod, my mind thoroughly scrambled from all the pleasure. My body was still shaking even as his grip around my thighs loosened.
“You can get off me now,” Dante murmured, sounding amused as his hands slid along my thighs and down to my ass, giving one cheek a playful spank. I yelped at the sudden sting, jumping away from him in surprise. He laughed at my reaction, sitting up to run a hand through his disheveled hair.
Despite everything, I couldn’t help but laugh with him. Even in our most intimate moments, Dante’s humor added an unexpected lightness that I found endearing.
“To be clear,” he said as I sank into the soft mattress. “Sitting on my face and straddling my face like that counts as begging me to touch you.”
“No, it doesn’t,” I said.
He chuckled again, a warm, rich sound that sent an unexpected shiver of arousal down my spine. I threw a pillow at him and he caught it with ease, grinning broadly at me. “It absolutely does,” he asserted firmly. “And you know what? I like when you beg.”
I felt my cheeks flush with both embarrassment and arousal as I argued back weakly, “I did not beg, Dante.”
“Pretty sure you did.”
“This argument is childish,” I said.
“Maybe. But you’re only giving up because I’m right.”
I rolled my eyes, looking away from him. But the worst part was that he was right.
I did beg. Not in words, not out loud, but every moan from my lips, every buck of my hips — they were all pleas for more, for him. Dante was the only one who could reduce me to this state of wanton desperation and I hated how much I loved it. How much I needed it. How much I needed him.
But there was no way I was admitting that to him.
Because if he did know how much he could get to me, then I had no idea how I got out of this…at least how I got out of it both alive and sane.