CHAPTER 38
His mouth presses against my pussy. His hands caress my legs as he lingers on the skin near my clit. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, one of his hands slides up the inside of my thigh. His fingers graze my entrance, and he sucks on my clit before glancing up at me with a smile.
What was—oh!
He plunges his fingers inside me, his tongue moving over my clit in slow, devastating circles. My body squirms under his touch. I close my eyes and surrender to the moment.
He works his tongue up and down while his fingers press exactly where I need them.
I open my eyes and prop myself on my elbows to look at him, but I collapse back as his mouth closes over me again.
His tongue strokes relentlessly, tasting me so well that I’m teetering on the edge of orgasm.
His skilled fingers move with precision, hitting every spot.
His tongue keeps up a steady, merciless rhythm.
He sucks hard on my most sensitive spot and pulls away for only a few seconds.
“Ti piace, amore?”25
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please don’t stop.”
He smiles. “Potrei succhiare la tua dolce figa tutto il giorno.26 ”
His dark, desire-filled eyes tease me, proving he was right all along. His free hand cups my arse, his thumb circling my anus, rubbing and pressing over it. He spits on my vulva and feasts on every inch of me.
“Oh, God.” I arch my back.
I thread my fingers through Dante’s hair, tugging lightly as I wiggle my hips. Cries slip from my throat; Dante’s moans take me to the edge.
I need more of him.
His tongue moves quickly. I strip off my bra. Propping myself on my elbows, I watch him devour me, pinching one nipple while my free hand grips Dante’s head.
His fingers and tongue torment me at the same merciless pace until my legs shake, and I shatter with the intensity of a devastating orgasm. Dante doesn’t let up, keeping his rhythm even as I try to pull away from him.
My body shudders under his mouth, my eyes rolling back, and still, he doesn’t stop. He keeps going even after I come. A giggle mixed with desperate moans escapes me. His hand keeps moving, pushing me toward another climax. I dig my nails into the dirt, desperate. I don’t want him to stop.
“So needy,” he growls before devouring me again.
He sucks harder, and after the third orgasm, his tongue replaces the fingers that had been inside me. He pulls my legs together, pushing into my chest as he licks away my fluids.
Once he’s done, he flips me over in one swift motion and lifts my hips, propping me up on my knees. One hand presses my head into the damp grass while the other squeezes my arse, making me shriek at the sting of my earlier punishment.
“Do you want me inside, or do you want more of my tongue?” His hand wraps around my neck when I don’t answer. He drags me back to him, his chest pressed against my back. “So damn prideful,” he growls against my ear. “Scream that you’re mine, Lana. Scream my name.”
“No.”
He slaps my face, then immediately grips my neck again. His cock slides against my opening. When I respond by shifting closer to him, he pulls away.
“Scream.”
He runs his wet head over my vulva again. I laugh, trying to make it sound mocking, but it comes out nervous.
“You don’t deserve it.”
With one hard thrust, he dives deep into me, stealing my breath.
I fold forward as his hands clamp on my hips, holding me exactly where he wants me. My body jerks with each driving stroke.
I tighten my grip on the grass but end up burying my nails again. One of his hands fists my hair, yanking my head back. His breath scorches the side of my ear.
“You take me so well, amore,” he murmurs low and rough. “I can tell you’ve wanted this for a long time.”
“Go to hell,” I groan through gritted teeth.
He laughs and lands a hard spank that makes me scream. I can’t tell where the pain ends and the pleasure begins. I’m too overwhelmed.
“Do you want more?”
I nod, trembling on the edge of collapse.
“Say it out loud, Lana.”
“Yes! Fuck.” My voice breaks. “Keep going, please!”
He spanks me again, thrusting deeper. One hand wraps around my throat, drawing me up against him as he stands, the other cupping my breast to hold me in place.
“You’re mine,” he growls. “No one can have you like this. No one else can give you orgasms like I do, capisce? You are my pretty little whore. No one else’s.
” His hand slides back down, finding my clit.
“If I know someone else has touched this sweet cunt, I’ll kill them with my bare hands. Am I clear?”
I’m near another orgasm, but when I don’t reply, Dante removes his hand and slows his movements.
“Yes! Please—Oh, God!”
He pulls away and forces me onto my back.
“There is no God here, Lana. Scream my fucking name.”
“Fuck you,” I gasp.
Dante strips off his shirt and wipes my face and chest. I bite my lip when I see him naked in front of me. I must have been so lost in desire that I didn’t notice him taking his trousers off.
“I want to see your face when you come all over me.” He spreads my legs wide and rubs his cock against my clit, over and over.
“Why don’t you just do it?”
He smiles.
“I’m deciding whether you deserve to come again or not.” He leans closer. “Do you? Maybe I’ll use your body just to please myself.” He pauses. “Mmm… I see you don’t even deserve to be stuffed full.”
When I don’t answer, he starts thrusting just the tip in and out. I clench my jaw and try to resist… but it’s useless. Everything is useless with him.
“I hate you,” I groan.
“Ask for it. Beg. You know you want to.” He reaches for my breasts with one hand. “You were about to come again; why stop now?”
“Shut up.”
“Beg.”
“No!”
He slaps my pussy in response, and a shriek tears from me.
He leans over me, sliding his cock between my folds. Lowering his head, he takes one nipple into his mouth.
“You still have milk,” he murmurs, surprised.
I bite my lip, embarrassed. My hips lift as he nears my entrance, but he pulls away again.
“Please,” I mutter.
“I can’t hear you, sweetheart.”
Tears well in my eyes. “I want you inside me.” My hands trail down his chest, reaching over his firm arse. I push, but he doesn’t move. “Please make me come again.”
“Did you say something?”
A heavy breath escapes me. “Fill me up. Please!”
He runs the tip of his tongue over my face, stealing my tears. Then he straightens, grabs my legs, pulling them together and pressing against my chest. He enters slowly.
“You want to remember me tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to break you?”
I nod.
“Will you be a good girl from now on?” His movements, though slow, are exquisitely painful. “Will you obey, or will I have to punish you more often?”
“I’ll do anything,” I cry. “I promise. I’ll be good...”
He stops. My stomach sinks. He pulls out of me, and lets my legs drop to either side of his. He stares at me for a few seconds, while my cheeks burn with frustration.
“Non ti credo neanche un po’, piccola.”
“What?” I gasp.
“I don’t believe you.”
I spread my legs apart and run my hands slowly down my body. Dante’s eyes devour me, his smile widening when my fingers reach my clit and begin to circle it.
I bite my lip.
“Please,” I purr. “I’ll do anything, Dante. I’ll be so good...”
His laugh rumbles low in his throat. He catches my wrists and pins them on either side of my head. He leans down; my legs over his shoulders. His cock brushes against my sex, and my breathing grows heavier.
“You’re so pathetic. What happened to everything you said when I kidnapped you?”
Just as I’m about to reply, he drives hard into me again, filling me so deep it hurts. His thrusts are devastating. Every inch of him slams into me as he pounds in and out.
He releases my hands.
“Hold your legs.”
I obey immediately, spreading them wide for him.
"Voglio farti venire27 .”
His hand wraps around my neck, and this time he squeezes harder than before. He moves wildly, barely giving me time to breathe, and when he presses down on my clit, I lose control.
My body jerks as I come around him.
He braces himself against my thighs as he pulls back to look at me, never losing his rhythm. His eyes stay locked on mine, which are still wet with tears.
“You look so beautiful when you cry for me.”
He praises me over and over, thrusting more intensely. His thumb finds my clit again, moving in frantic circles as he drives into me.
“Don’t stop, please.”
He keeps moving the same way, and when I come again, he pulls out. His fingers replace his cock, while his other hand brushes over my clit. My legs tremble, my fingers curl, my eyes roll back, and I can’t stop screaming his name as I climax uncontrollably on his hand, squirting everywhere.
Dante laughs and speaks to me, but I’m so lost in the pleasure, it’s as if I hear him from underwater.
A few seconds pass before I pull myself together. I try to calm my breathing, but his finger strokes make it impossible.
“Look how you’re dripping for me.” He positions himself between my legs once again. “Sei proprio una brava puttana, amore.”28
“Dante... I can’t take it anymore,” I gasp. “I can’t go on.”
“Give me one more, sweetheart.”
He pushes himself inside me again. My legs can’t hold his weight, so he keeps them resting on his shoulders. He leans over me, thrusting slower than before, his eyes fixed on mine.
Everything shifts. It’s more intense. More real. His eyes are shouting something unspoken, and right now I’m ready to give him everything.
My heart beats faster. My repressed feelings surge to the surface. The heart I lost a year ago feels as though it’s returned, even though the fear of betrayal lingers like a shadow. But I want him. I want to trust him.
“This changes everything,” he says softly, pulling me out of my thoughts. “I won’t lose you again.”
Tears stream down my face. His hands slide down to my arse, spreading me apart, his grip tightening. His mouth crashes against mine, and our tongues dance endlessly.
“Do you like to feel me? Do you like being my pretty whore?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to forgive me?”
“Yes!”
“Will you let me use you like this whenever I want? Let me fill this sweet little cunt as many times as I want?”
“Yes, Dante... Oh...”
He devours my mouth again and, wrapping his hand around my throat, whispers against my ear, “Scream for me, Lana. Let me hear you.”
And I do. Again and again, my legs shake while his hand squeezes my throat.
“You’re so tight,” he growls. “That’s it—milk it, sweetheart. Take it all in.”
Oh, fuck. Can I get pregnant again?
“Dante,” my voice barely comes out, “I’m not on birth control. I—”
He covers my mouth and continues his exquisite torture. He thrusts hard and fast until he throbs inside me, just after I come.
With a smirk, he murmurs, “Don’t you think Finn will like having a baby brother?”
The thought of getting pregnant again makes me cringe. It was terrifying the first time… but hearing him say it so possessively makes me lose my mind. I want him to fill me until he gets what he wants. Still, a sane part of me protests. “What about what I want?”
“What you want doesn’t matter.”
He goes back to using his hands. One brushes my clit while the fingers of the other slip inside me.
“You look hideous. I can’t wait for you to have that brat.”
“Just turn around. I don’t need to look at you for this.”
“I don’t care if it fucking hurts; I hope you lose it.”
“And what do you want me to do? Hold your hand? You got yourself pregnant; now you suck it up.”
“At least you did this right. I couldn’t have a daughter. It would’ve been too tempting to taste her… Maybe next time.”
If I got pregnant, would he be like Stefan? Would I be nothing but an incubator for him?
I don’t want that. I don’t want any more children. Not now.
“Dante, please—”
“I won’t stop.”
“I can’t. I really can’t,” I whimper, breathless.
My body aches. My legs shake. I’m cold, and all I want is to go to bed. I am unable to return, and every nerve in my body yearns for the comfort of the house.
“Whether you can or not, I don’t care. Beg better.”
“Dante, please.” I try to close my legs, but he pushes them open. His hand takes hold of me.
I burst into tears.
He pulls his hand away and leans over me, kissing my forehead and wiping my face.
“Why do I give you a safe word if you won’t use it, amore?”
“S-sorry.”
He chuckles weakly against my head. His hand cups my chin and tilts it up to him.
“Use it. Don’t be afraid to.”
“I think if I do it, it means you don’t care enough.”
He rolls his eyes.
“That’s the point of having a safe word.” He brushes my hair away from my face. “You like it rough; you like me being a prick to you, and you like to cry. I need to know when it’s too much for you.”
I nod. “Sorry.”
He shakes his head. “Let’s go have a bath. I don’t want you to get a cold.”
“I probably will anyway. I think we’ve been out here for hours.”
He smiles. I want to get up, but I don’t have the strength to move. Luckily, Dante notices and scoops me up in his arms. He carries me back home, leaving our clothes somewhere among the trees.
I close my eyes and cuddle into him. I feel so small in his arms. I’ve always felt this way, even the day he found me.
Is that why I feel so calm when he holds me like this? Because he was the one who saved me?
But what if it was all a lie?
I must talk to him once I regain my strength. Right now, I am stunned by everything we just did.
We enter the house. I barely notice as we pass my room, and he leads us to his.
“Mom’s going to stay with Finn, isn’t she?”
I nod.
“I can ask her to bring him in when we’re done.”
I shake my head. I’m not staying over with him.
I don’t think the timing is right. I won’t let him take advantage of me while I’m like this.
This whole thing has me confused and overwhelmed, so it’s best to have a moment alone—not because I don’t want to be with him, but because he’s what I want most, and I won’t let that blind me.
I need to process everything before I decide.
Notes:
24. Tell me how much you like it when I eat your pussy.
25. Do you like it, love?
26. I could suck your sweet cunt all day long.
27. I want to make you cum.
28. You're such a good whore, love.