Luna #3
I start to turn, getting ready to start running again, when a gloved hand snakes around my mouth and middle, dragging me back under the cover of trees. I gasp, fighting against Dante. I know it’s him; he smells like Dante, a smoky sandalwood that I’ve come to love.
I’m able to turn enough to elbow him in the ribs, making Dante groan in pain, as he lets go of me.
I take off running in the opposite direction, not looking behind me to see if he’s okay.
I run back down the small cliff into the brush.
I can hear his footsteps growing closer, and my adrenaline is firing off as I propel myself forward—but Dante is right there, keeping up behind me.
My endurance is waning, and I know he’ll be catching me soon.
I push myself faster, and I can hear his breath huffing.
I feel hands around my waist, and Dante takes me down, throwing himself under me to break the fall.
I yelp, giggling as I try to get up. “Oh, no, you don’t,” Dante says, holding onto me tightly.
Dante flips us around, pinning me underneath him, face down in the dirt.
He grabs a handful of my hair, holding my head down in the dirt as his other hand reaches up underneath my hoodie, ripping the sleeve of my bodysuit down, exposing my breast on that side.
He grabs a hold of it, twisting my nipple in his finger, hard.
I cry out in pain and try to push up, but he has me pinned.
Dante shifts his weight, thrusting his erection into my backside. “You feel that, angel? This is what you do to me. You make me so fucking hard all the god damn time just by existing, and here I find out my sweet angel is a dirty fucking slut this whole time.”
My entire body is on fire, and my pussy is literally aching to be fucked. “Dante,” I groan, and he twists my nipple again, eliciting another yelp out of me.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it when I tell you how much of a slut you are. I bet if I put my hand between your thick thighs right now, I’ll find a soaking wet pussy begging to be fucked. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, sir.” I shamelessly wiggle my ass against his erection.
“Mmm, ” he lifts me from the ground, lifting me by my hair. My back arches, and I grab ahold of his hand, the pain radiating all over my scalp, but I don’t care. “Now, I think we’ll have some fun.”
Dante takes a knife out of somewhere on his person, and he holds it up in the moonlight. “Now, in book two, when Vera and Liam are at the pig farm, do you recall how he took her clothes off?”
I let out a shaky breath as adrenaline rushed through me. “Yes, sir.”
“Tell me,” he says, bringing the knife closer and dragging it down the front of my hoodie.
“He cuts them off, sir.” My body is practically vibrating with anticipation. I shouldn’t be so fucking turned on, but fuck, this is the hottest thing to ever happen to me.
Dante growls in my ear, and a whimper escapes my mouth. I bite my lip to keep quiet. “And does my filthy little angel like that? Would she want to have her clothes cut off her and fucked into the dirt like the slut she is?”
“Yes, sir, please, please fuck me like the slut I am.”
Riiipppppp!
The knife burst through my hoodie, right through the chest, and Dante pulls down fast, ripping the hoodie in half.
I didn’t even feel his hand go under it, and now the cold night air makes my nipples pebble.
Dante untangles his hands from my hair, pushing me forward, back into the ground.
His hands are on my back as he grips my bodysuit just above my ass. Dante drags the knife down.
Riiiiiipppp!
The fabric tears easily, and my pussy is exposed. A shiver runs down my back as the night breeze flutters across my damp skin. Dante stabs the blade into the ground next to my face, and I hear him fuss with his zipper behind me. I bite my lip to keep myself from smiling.
“Look at that pretty pussy, soaking wet just for me. I’ve got you bent over on your knees begging to be fucked in the woods, how does that make you feel, Luna?”
“So fucking good, sir.”
“You’ve been such a good little whore for me. Do you think you can handle more?” He slaps my ass hard, surprising me.
“Yes! Yes, sir!” I yelp. Dante wastes no time and fills my pussy to the hilt with his cock. I gasp, moaning loudly.
Dante pulls me up by my hair again, his hand coming over my mouth.
“No noise, little angel.” Dante sets a slow, punishing pace, thrusting so deep inside me with every stroke.
“There are park rangers who walk around here at night. You keep yelling like that, and they will find us in the middle of me filling your cunt with my come. I won’t stop, either.
I’ll let him watch me fuck you, and then I’ll kill him, because you are only for my eyes.
Your orgasms, your screams, your fear, they're mine, just like you are mine, Luna Stirling.”
I can’t stop coming, he’s fucking me so good, and saying dirty words in my ear, and I’m just coming over and over again. I squirt all over his dick, the noise of his body slapping against mine, making me come harder. “Yes, sir. I belong to you. I belong to you, Dante.”
Dante pulls out of me, and I whimper. He lets go of my hair and flips me on my back, spreading my legs wide open. “Say it again, angel. Tell me who you belong to.” He positions himself at my entrance, but doesn’t penetrate me.
I throw my head back in a daze. “You, sir, I belong to you.”
Dante pulls my chin down; his green eyes are a beacon in the dark woods around us. He pulls his mask down, exposing his mouth. “Say my name, angel. I want to hear it on your lips as I fill you.” He thrust forward, caging me in with his body.
“Dante,” I gasp. “Fuck, ohmygod, I belong to you, Dante. I’m your fucking slut. I’m your angel. I’m yours, Dante.”
“Fuck, Luna,” Dante says, leaning forward and capturing my mouth.
He pulls back, holding my face, angling it up. I can see the timidness forming behind his eyes. He wants to ask me something, but he’s trying to gauge how I’ll react. “Choke me, Dante.”
I watch those beautiful green eyes flare with darkness as his hand slips from my chin and wraps around my throat.
“Oh, my beautiful angel.” He slams his cock deep inside me.
“What a wonderful gift you’ve given me,” He says, as he thrusts in and out of my pussy, building with each stroke.
His grip is light, but I can feel it tightening, and soon my moans are cut off, and the air is stolen from my lungs.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I can barely hear Dante groaning from the ringing in my ears.
He comes inside me, his rough groans turning into soft whimpers as he fills me.
Dante lets go of my neck and collapses on me. I suck in breath as he pulls out of me, my head pounding from the sheer amount of pleasure I just experienced. “Holy shit,” I manage to say in between heaves.
“Are you okay?” Dante asks, pulling my face towards him.
Our eyes meet, and I can see the worry behind them. I smile widely, “That’s everything I’ve ever dreamed it would be. Thank you.” Dante smiles and rolls off me onto his back. “We should probably hurry up and get out of here. We were not quiet.”
Dante chuckles, sitting up. “There are no park rangers, Luna.”
I stare at him, my mouth agape. “What? Then why did you tell me there were?”
Dante stands, taking off his hoodie, and helps me up. He wraps his hoodie around my exposed bits, a smirk on his face. “It made you come harder.”
A warm feeling spreads all over my skin as Dante slips his hand in mine, leading us back out of the woods. “I didn’t even need the safe word,” I admit proudly, in a lust-filled haze.
Dante chuckles, “I knew my good girl would never.”