Chapter 71
Rachel
Dante came to our room that night, looking utterly exhausted.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Fine,” he snapped back.
I tried not to rise to it. It had been a long day, what with the raid on the club. I knew it would be best to keep my cool, and then this couldn’t escalate into an argument.
“Did you manage to get it sorted?”
“If by it you mean did we kick up a fuss, yes. Waltzer, Bambi and the lads caused a prison riot, killed four of the guards, injured another three, and earned themselves solitary. The wing governor knows they’re blaming those useless prick police officers, and an investigation is taking place to find out why they acted on an unauthorised raid. ”
“Well, that’s good, isn’t it?” I asked as he sighed heavily, sitting on the end of the bed and reaching down to pull off his boots.
“Fucking grand.”
“Watch it, Dante. Everyone has their limits, and I’m not going to sit here and be your verbal punching bag.”
“What else would you like to be, Rachel?” He snapped back, glaring hatred at me. “Because as far as I see it, whenever you’re around, shit goes wrong. It's like you’re fucking cursed or some—what the fuck!” He snapped, barely dodging the vase I threw at him.
“Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare,” I warned him, my voice low.
“I am not to blame for any of this. If you hadn’t fucked around with the chief of police’s daughter, he wouldn’t have such an axe to grind, would he?
” I picked up the nearest thing to hand, which happened to be a hairbrush, and threw that at him too.
“Throw one more thing at me, Rachel. I dare you.”
“I will!” I snapped, kicking my shoe off and throwing that at him, too. “Because you’re a fucking pussy! You’re so scared that things are actually going well between us that you’re deliberately trying to sabotage us!”
“There’s nothing to fucking sabotage. You’d need to actually be in a relationship to sabotage it,” he said coldly.
“And whose fault is that?”
“Don’t you think I fucking know that?” He roared, twisting his body and slamming his fist into the wall, his temper finally reaching its peak.
I forced myself not to react, to school my features into a blank expression, not wanting him to see the flicker of fear I felt at him losing control. Blood dripped from his knuckles and onto the carpet, and just when I went to say something, he beat me to it.
“Don’t. I’m warning you, Rachel, don’t!” He growled.
My head snapped up to his, wondering what the fuck he was on about.
He raced towards me and grabbed my face with his bloodied hand.
“Do not do that blank shit. We are so far past the blankness. I swear to God I’ll peel the skin from your skull if I have to look at it one more time. ”
I recoiled from him, tasting his blood on my lips as he used his thumb to smear it over my lips, laughing to himself as he did so.
“You’re fucking disgusting,” I snapped, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
His responding laugh was quiet and bitter as I wiped his blood from my mouth.
“Yeah, and you love it.”
“You’re insane,” I breathed.
“No,” he said, voice low, rough. “I’m fucking feral. You do this to me. You always have.”
He grabbed my wrists, pressing them to the wall above my head, the slick heat of his blood smearing across my skin. I struggled, but he shoved his body against mine, crushing me with the full weight of his fury.
“You wanna keep pushing me, Rachel? You think I don’t see what you’re doing? You want to see how far I’ll go?”
I spat in his face, knowing I was pushing my luck, knowing that this was taking things too far, but also knowing that I would do anything break through this barrier that was between us.
It worked.
The action had his eyes flaring, but it wasn’t anger behind them.
It was unadulterated desire.
Because this is what we had been missing. We had been too busy abiding by the terms of the contract, that we forgot we were two fucked up people that thrived on this. We embraced the toxic, and danced in the hell.
We were not a conventional couple, and we were making ourselves miserable pretending to be.
In a flash, he had me turned, my face mashed against the wall, his mouth hot and wet against my neck, biting, licking, claiming . I felt him unbuckle his belt, the slap of leather sharp in the silence that followed.
“You think I don’t know this is what you want?” he growled against my skin, breath scalding. “You think I haven’t fucking figured you out by now?”
“So shut up and do something about it.”
He laughed, yanking my head back by the roots of my hair until I was looking at him over my shoulder.
“I know a way to silence that smart mouth.”
His lips crashed into mine, ravenous and unhinged. I bit back, drawing blood. He hissed, then bit me harder, splitting my lip wide open and dragging his tongue through it like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
“You want blood?” I breathed. “Then bleed for it. Earn it,” I hissed, spinning back around and slapping him, making sure to rake my nails down his face.
Small dots of blood beaded beneath the scratches, and he licked that, too.
His eyes flashed with a look I can only describe as feral, and the smirk he gave me had my insides clenching.
Seeing him this close to losing control had my clit beating, my pussy tensing and my heart pounding. I wanted him wild.
I wanted him dangerous.
He smeared his knuckles across my mouth again, fingers trembling. Then he gripped the back of my neck, guiding me down, forcing me to my knees.
I didn’t resist.
His jeans hit the floor, and I took him in my mouth, blood still fresh around his throat, dripping in slow lines down to his collarbone.
Seeing the blood dripping had me groaning, wrapping my lips around his cock and taking him deep into my mouth, holding him at the back of my throat.
I could feel tears burning my eyes as he pushed my head down further, but I welcomed it.
My throat contracted around his cock, and as I pulled away, I locked eyes with him, my tongue licking the lip.
He didn’t moan—he groaned, low and guttural, his hands shaking in my hair.
“Fuck, Rachel—keep looking at me.”
I did. Eyes locked with his as he fucked my mouth like he was trying to erase the rage, erase the guilt, drown himself in the one thing that still made sense.
Me.
His hips rocked against my mouth relentlessly, and I placed my hands on his thighs, giving him complete control. The noises he was making drove me wild, just as I knew hearing me choke, gag and gasp for breath was driving him wild.
Saliva dripped down my chin, the tears freely flowing, and I loved every second of it. Feeling his cock pulse in my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the silken length of him… God, I had fucking missed this.
I pulled back, saliva and blood smeared on my chin, mascara running down my cheeks, and my breath coming in ragged gasps.
We stared at each other for a moment, each of us covered in the other’s blood, and something within us just seemed to snap.
He grabbed my elbow and pulled me to my feet, hauling me into his arms. I locked my ankles at the base of his back and held on tight, kissing him deeply as he walked us over to the bed.
He lowered us onto it, and we quickly shed our clothes, revelling in being naked together. This time, he didn’t turn away from me, he didn’t sit at the side of me, he covered my naked body with his own, his weight delicious and all-consuming above me.
He looked down at me and wiped the hair out of my eyes before he kissed me. We were no longer frantic, we were no longer frenzied.
We were inevitable.
Contract or no contract, we both knew we had reached the end of the games.
“Are we doing this?” I whispered. “Please don’t make me do this alone.”
“Not tonight,” he promised. His head came to my neck, kissing and licking his way up to my ear. “Tonight, you’re mine. Completely mine.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in close. I could feel his cock pressed against my pussy, and I pushed my hips up, bringing me closer, grinding against him.
His mouth lowered to my nipples, taking his time with me, driving me to distraction as he lathered them, circling them with his tongue.
“Dante,” I breathed, arching my back, offering my tits to him. He pulled back and blew cold air across my nipples, making me suck in a sharp breath of air. I thrust my hips up again in a silent demand, making him chuckle.
He reached between us and positioned his cock at the entrance of my pussy.
“Please,” I begged, completely unashamed, needing him in a way I had never felt before.
“I know, baby. I know,” he murmured, before he thrust his cock inside me with one hard push, filling me completely, from base to tip.
We both sighed in relief, neither of us moving, each of us content to finally, finally , have what we were so desperately looking for.
When he finally started to move, it was a pleasure I had never felt. My legs fell away from his waist and my knees dropped, my entire body relaxing into the sensation.
But I also knew I was a fool to read too much into this. Desire and passion did not equal love. I wasn’t expecting anything from this.
I held his face and whispered. “We take tonight. We’ll give ourselves this one night, to be selfish, to give in to this crazy pull between us, and we start again tomorrow.”
He frowned at me. I didn’t know if he was confused, angry, upset… But he didn’t give me the chance to work it out. He thrust against me harder, hooking my legs around his hips again.
“If we’re giving ourselves tonight, then I guess we need to make it count.”
He lowered his head and kissed me, swallowing my gasps and moans of pleasure as he fucked me softly, slowly.
“Fuck, Rachel,” he whispered against my lips. “I’ve fucking missed this.”
“Me too. You’ve no idea how much.”
I lowered my hands to his ass and encouraged him to pound into me harder. He shook his head, kissing me again, and kept up the same, torturous pace.
I don’t know what was wrong with me. I wanted him hard and fast. I wanted him slow and sensual. I wanted everything, and I wanted it all at once.
Mainly, because I was scared we would never do this again. If this was the only night we were giving ourselves, I wanted everything.
But, all too quickly, I felt that ball of pleasure curl tighter and tighter.
And I knew Dante felt it too when he answered with a groan as my pussy tensed around him.
I knew he could feel my legs shaking around his waist, and I knew he was close by the way his kisses became sloppier and his breathing more ragged.
“Cum for me, Rachel. Come with me,” he demanded, ever so slightly picking up the pace, angling his hips in such a way that he hit against my clit with every thrust. I tried to resist. I tried to hold back, to make this last as long as possible.
But it was too much.
Pleasure exploded behind my eyes as my orgasm rocked through my body. I tensed up around him, my nails raking down his back. He hissed in pain, just for a moment, before he joined me in paradise, his warm cum spilling inside me.
He sank to the bed next to me, hic cock never withdrawing as he pulled me onto my side and held me close.