Chapter 32
DANTE
I can practically smell Essence’s fear as I press the tip of the knife into her back and force her to walk around to the entrance of the Ferris wheel. The operator’s eyes grow wide with fear at the sight of me, but before the old man has a chance to say anything, I flash my knife at him.
“Stop the ride when we get to the top. And don’t let anyone else on,” I demand in a warning tone.
He gulps audibly and nods. Essence and I get into the pod and the operator closes the door.
“I would strongly advise that you don’t call for help, Albert. You’ll only end up making things worse for yourself.”
The old man gasps when I say his name; he has no idea that I've been following him and the rest of the carnival staff for the past few weeks. I had a completely different plan for getting Essence here, but when I followed her and her sister here tonight, I knew now was the perfect time to trap her.
Albert starts the ride with shaking hands. The massive wheel creaks and groans as we slowly make our way towards the top. Essence is breathing hard, her perfect tits rising and falling rapidly. I use my knife to move the hair away from her face and look at her.
“Are you wearing makeup?” I ask curiously, studying her face.
She nods and says nervously, “Concealer.”
“Are you scared, flower?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
She nods, seemingly unable to form words.
“Of me or the ride?”
She swallows and whispers, “Both.”
“Hmmm,” I rumble, nodding.
“You killed Evan,” she says quietly, voice trembling.
“You’re welcome,” I say, even though I know she wasn’t thanking me.
Essence looks at me in a way that I can only describe as aghast.
“You’re fucking crazy,” she breathes, scooting farther away from me until she’s pressed against the side of the pod.
How cute of her to think she can put any kind of distance between us.
The past few days have been hard without her.
I knew that she was thinking about this part of me even though she couldn’t say it out loud.
I wanted to give her space and be with her family, but I can’t go this long without her.
I’ve been watching her while she’s been staying with her sister to make sure that she’s safe, because if I’m not around, then as far I know, she’s not safe.
A part of me was a little hurt, though, that she was rejecting me. I know her, and I know that she’s hesitant to be with me because of my other side, and I’m sure Evan’s death has been weighing on her, too.
The higher we climb, the colder it gets. Essence looks down at the carnival below, probably wanting to try to get someone’s attention, but I grip her knee.
“Don’t do it, Essence,” I warn. “Forget about everyone for once and just be with me.”
She turns to look at me, her eyes searching mine. “What?”
“I want you to be mine, Essence. Only mine.”
I can see the dilemma on her face. She’s trying to figure out who to choose between this Dante and the Dante she knows, the firefighter who does nothing but care for her and Lunchbox.
But she’ll find out soon enough that she won’t have to choose.
She’ll have both parts of me just as I'll have all of her.
But there’s something else on her face, almost like she’s trying to figure me out. It’s then that I realize what I've just said sounded too much like what my unmasked self would say to her. And then I think back to just a few minutes ago.
Piccolo fiore…
Fuck, why did I say that?
“Dante?” she breathes, squinting to see my eyes through the dark holes of my mask.
This isn’t how I’d planned for her to figure me out, but now there’s no going back. I can’t deny who I am—she’s too smart for that.
Exhaling, I take off the mask, set it on the seat next to me, and smirk at her. “Hey, baby.”
Her eyes grow wide as saucers.
The ride finally comes to a stop when we reach the top. Essence is shaking now, but I don’t know if it’s because of me or the chill in the air.
“Why don’t you spread your legs and let me warm you up?” I ask with a grin.
She glares at me. “You’re not touching me anymore, Dante,” she spits.
“Is that so?” I ask, amused.
Her eyebrows narrow at my tone. “What the hell is wrong with you? You murdered my boyfriend and then chased me through the woods. You think you can fuck up my life and just expect for me to be okay with it? You’re a psychopath!”
“I don’t expect anything of you,” I answer honestly, ignoring the last part of what she said. “But it would be nice if my love for you was reciprocated.”
She scoffs. “Love?”
“Yes,” I answer quickly. “Love. I’m hopelessly, desperately in love with you, Essence.
I need you like I need air. The very thought of you has my heart racing and cock aching.
Watching you waste your life on Evan’s sorry ass was one of the most tortuous things I've ever experienced, second to losing my son. You’re…
” I let out a breath. “You’re everything to me. ”
Tears fill her dark brown eyes. We sit in silence for a long while, just staring at each other from opposite ends of the pod, waiting to see who’ll speak first.
“I didn’t know you felt that way,” she says quietly.
I arch a brow. “You didn’t have any idea how I felt about you?”
“Well, I knew that there were strong feelings, but…” She looks down at her feet as she trails off.
Scooting closer, I grab her chin gently and turn her head towards me. “I love you, Essence.”
I can’t take it any longer—I have to kiss her. I close the distance between us, capturing her lips between mine. She moans into my mouth and practically melts into me as she wraps her arms around my neck. I pull her close and let my hands roam her body, appreciating every soft inch of her.
She’s so fucking perfect, and now she’s finally mine.
Breaking the kiss, I pull away and slide down to my knees in front of her.
“What are you doing?” she asks, gripping the side of the pod when it starts to sway.
I look up at her and smirk. “You’re still cold, aren’t you?”
She nods.
I set her phone and my knife down in the seat next to her before sliding my hands up her thighs and gripping the waistband of her pants and underwear. She gasps when I expose her to the cold, but she lifts her hips to make it easier.
“Dante, we shouldn’t be doing this up here,” she says shakily, looking around.
I chuckle. “Baby, we’re so high up here that no one can even see us. And they won’t hear us if you’re quiet,” I tease, knowing I’ll have her screaming in a minute. “Just relax.”
She lets out a breath and nods, leaning back and spreading her legs like a good girl.
My cock hardens in my pants, but I ignore the need to plunge myself inside of her before I get a chance to taste that sweet pussy of hers again.
I lift the bottom of her shirt just enough to expose the blue jewel in her navel and press a soft kiss to it before letting my tongue drag down her stomach to the apex of her thighs.
Flattening my tongue over her clit, I lick her in one long, torturously slow swipe.
Essence’s head tips back as she lets out the most beautiful moan.
I groan as her sweetness coats my tongue; she’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever fucking tasted.
She raises one of her hands to thread through my hair, and the other grabs my knife off the seat beside her, handing it to me.
Her hooded, lust-filled eyes never leave mine as I take the knife from her and dig the tip of the blade into the soft flesh of her thigh.
I hesitate, knowing exactly what she wants and teasing her.
“Please,” she breathes, chest heaving.
That’s all I wanted to hear.
Smirking, I continue licking her sweet clit while picking at her skin with the knife. She flinches with each prick, and I consider stopping to avoid hurting her, but her moans of pleasure let me know I’m doing everything right.
She grips my hair harder and pulls my face closer to her dripping wet sex. Her hips grind beautifully against my mouth.
“Dante,” she moans breathlessly. Her head is tipped back again, and her back is arched, which gives me a nice view of her braless nipples poking through the thin fabric of her shirt.
I use my free hand and shove two of my fingers inside her slick heat, feeling around for that sensitive spot. She gasps when I find it, so I keep the pad of my finger there, driving her almost to climax.
Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, and she grabs my wrist to stop me, but I bite her hand until she pulls away.
“Asshole,” she whimpers. Her legs are already shaking, but I don’t want her to come yet.
I pull my fingers out of her and drag my thumb down her slit until I reach the tight, puckered hole of her ass. She gasps again and tries to close her legs but I use my elbows to keep them spread.
“No one has ever touched me there before,” she says. Worry clouds her face.
“Don’t worry, baby. I promise you’ll like it,” I say gently, and she visibly relaxes at my tone.
I wait until she’s ready, and when she nods, I resume licking her clit to keep her stimulated. She’s so wet that I don’t even need to spit on her hole for lubrication, so I just wet my thumb with it and swirl it over her ass before gently pressing in.
Essence tenses, so I catch her clit between my teeth and drag them over the little bud. She covers her mouth to stifle her screams. She’s so wound up, on the verge of tipping over the edge.
I continue my invasion of her ass until the place where my thumb connects to my palm is resting against her butt cheek. Despite the chill, sweat covers her face and thighs, and her shirt is starting to stick to her body.
“God,” she breathes, gripping the side of the pod’s wall until her knuckles turn white. I grin as I continue to eat her out with fervor, savoring the sweet taste of her.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers right before she comes.
She’s a screaming, shivering, writhing mess as her orgasm overtakes her.
I pull my thumb out of her ass and grip her thighs tightly to keep her in place.
My tongue continues to torture that bundle of nerves between her legs until she can’t take it anymore.
“Stop! Please, Dante, stop!” she begs, tears streaming down her face.
A part of me wants to keep going to see how far I can push her, but I want her on my cock.
Now.
I pull away and let her catch her breath before I sit back down on the bench and pull her onto my lap so she’s straddling me.
“Dante, I can’t,” she pants, face red.
I grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger to make her look at me. “We’re not getting off this Ferris wheel until you’ve come on my cock, Essence.”
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t try to get off me as I unsheathe myself from the constraints of my jeans. Her eyes widen even more at the sight of me. I’d sent her that picture earlier so she could be prepared to take me.
“I don’t think you’ll fit,” she says, never taking her eyes off that silver piercing on the tip of my dripping cock.
I smirk. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll make it fit.”
Gripping her hips, I lift her up just enough so her entrance is aligned with the head of my dick.
“I won’t start until you’re ready,” I tell her. I’ve waited six months for this, and I’m not going to screw it up by being so rough with her that I hurt her down there.
She takes a few deep breaths and nods. Slowly, I lower her down onto my aching member. As soon as my tip is inside of her, she and I lock eyes and let out a shared breath.
Fuck, she feels amazing. I think I could come just from this feeling alone, but I want all of her. I want her bouncing up and down on my cock until she’s shaking from another orgasm.
After a few seconds, her pussy swallows my cock whole. I shiver from the cold and from the feeling of her warmth wrapped around me.
“Are you on birth control,” I ask her. She nods, and I grin like a fucking madman. “After tonight, you won’t be.”
For the past six months that I’ve been watching her, I’ve never noticed that she takes birth control. How had I missed that?
That won’t last long, though. Not when I plan on making her the mother of my children.
She frowns. “I’m not ready to have kids right now, Dante.”
“Ride me, Essence,” I command roughly, ignoring her and digging my fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her hips.
I jerk my hips upward until I hit her cervix. She winces from the intrusion, but she grips my shoulders and starts bouncing on me.
My eyes never leave Essence’s face as she rides the fuck out of me.
“Fuck, baby,” I grunt. “You feel so fucking good.”
She tips her head back and moans, exposing the smooth column of her neck that’s just begging to be decorated with my teeth.
I don’t want to stop by bringing her closer to me, so instead I grab her throat between both of my hands and squeeze. Her eyes widen in surprise, and she grips my wrists.
“You know I’m not going to hurt you, Essence,” I reassure her.
She nods and relaxes, but I can still see the alarm on her face.
I don’t blame her for being scared considering what she went through with Evan—and since she thought I was going to kill her earlier—but there will never be a time in my life where I’d even consider hurting her like that.
She’s the reason I’m still alive after I lost Leo.
Her movements quicken as she nears her second orgasm. This high up in the sky, we can barely hear anything down below; the erotic sound of skin on skin and the squelch of our fluids fill the area around us.
“I’m gonna come,” Essence breaths, digging her nails into my wrist.
Fuck, so am I.
My hips stutter as I explode inside her with a roar so loud, I’m sure everyone on the ground can hear it. Essence comes a second later, her own moans struggling to get out from the force of my grip on her throat.
For a few more moments, we hold on to each other as we keep chasing that high and letting it tip us over the edge of pleasure until we’re so far gone that we can barely catch our breaths.
Essence falls on top of me in a breathless, sweaty heap. We sit in silence for a while before she snaps her head up and looks at me.
“I have to go. My sister’s probably freaking out right now.”
I smirk. “But I like you impaled on my cock, flower,” I say.
Her dark brown eyes turn molten at the use of her nickname. She’s heard it plenty of times before, but not from me.
“It will take me a long time to get used to this,” she admits with a cute, shy little smile.
I lean in and rub the tip of my nose against hers. “I’m sure. But it’s okay. We have forever together now, so you’ll have time to get adjusted.”
Her eyes get wet with tears again. “Forever?” she whispers, running her fingers across my five o’clock shadow.
“Forever, baby.”