Chapter 39
Dante
MY GIRL WAS DEVIOUS, AND I fucking loved it. What she’d cooked up was the least this bastard deserved, but it was something at least. And I intended to make it hurt. I intended to do what I’d set out to do from the start—show him how small he truly was.
“Isn’t she fucking beautiful?” I asked Bradley, squeezing her neck from behind while bending my head to kiss on that skin. My eyes narrowed while holding his. “Too bad you never appreciated her.”
I’d never minded sharing partners. I was a sex demon who encouraged physical expression in all forms, groups, and styles—with the exception of sick fuckers who abused the gift of sex and intimacy with warped ideas.
My view had changed slightly. I had no interest in anyone other than Serenity now, and I’d even become strangely possessive. This bastard would never get the luxury of touching her, tasting her, or seeing her again after tonight. I wouldn’t share her with anyone else.
But showing her off?
All day, every day.
I loved the idea of showing off my girl to everyone. I loved showing off how sexy she was when naked and glistening with sweat and cum. She was exquisite, and I wanted the whole world to know it. I wanted them to bow in awe of her beauty.
Right now, I wanted Bradley to witness her perfection. I wanted him to see what he’d had and lost.
Serenity’s dress loosened when I pulled on the bow, and I made a show of slowly tugging it down her body to expose her bare breasts and black thong.
Bradley yanked and twisted against his bindings, but he wasn’t going anywhere.
He didn’t know it, but I’d reinforced the ropes holding him with my shadows.
He’d have to lay there and watch me pleasure the girl he’d disgraced. He’d have to see the truth.
She was mine, and I loved her like he never had.
I palmed Serenity’s full tit, and Bradley’s entire body flushed while his dick leaked. Sneering at him, I snaked my other hand down to the top of her panties, and my own cock—which had been ready to go since stepping up behind her—stiffened when she let out a small, delighted sigh over my touch.
“See this?” I asked Bradley while slipping my fingers between Serenity’s legs.
I slicked the pad of my finger over her hot clit.
She tensed from the burst of pleasure that followed, and the cool, fresh taste of her essence danced along my tastebuds.
She pressed her back harder into my front.
My eyes landed on Bradley, but I found his lustful gaze trained on where my hand pushed the black thong down to expose her perfect naked flesh.
“This is called a pussy,” I told Bradley with mock politeness. “And if you know how to touch it—”
My finger swiped through Serenity’s wet slit and curled over her hard nub. She moaned the sexiest fucking sigh I’d ever heard.
Grinning, I finished, “—you get rewarded with that.”
Bradley whimpered. Sweat coated his body, and his hips bucked into the air.
His desperate yet furious arousal coated the air, and I relished in the scent, not because his musky desire attracted me.
It was because, while his mouth had spit vitriol at Serenity all these years, his body and his essence couldn’t hide what he really thought.
He couldn’t hide how wound up he was for what was happening at the foot of his bed.
He couldn’t lie away the desire practically shooting from him toward Serenity.
“Does it feel good, baby?” I asked her, nipping at the skin of her throat while I rolled her hard nipple and circled her clit.
“So good,” she gasped, grinding her ass into me while rubbing herself on my finger.
My gaze flicked to Bradley’s and narrowed. “Tell him how good you felt when he would touch you.”
She shook her head and locked eyes with him, too. “I didn’t. I felt nothing.”
Bradley huffed and puffed behind his ball gag, and his frame trembled.
“Nothing is what you get when fucking around with a minute man who doesn’t know the first thing about a woman’s body.” I slid the tip of my finger up and down her pussy, teasing her entrance before basking her clit in attention once more. “Tell him how good you feel when I touch you.”
“I f-feel,” she groaned as her head fell back onto my shoulder, “so fucking g-good!”
I cocked my head at Bradley. “You never got to see her orgasm, did you, stupid fucker?”
Bradley glared at me and yanked against his bindings once more. His hands, which were wrapped in black casts, made him look about as threatening as a kitten, but it brought me great satisfaction. I liked seeing my handiwork.
I chuckled. “I know you didn’t. Porn’s the only place an asshole like you would get to witness that.” I let go of Serenity’s breast to grip her chin and turn it my way. “Let’s show him how beautiful you look when you cum for me.”
Our mouths collided in a deep, hungry search of tongues, lips, and groans.
I added another finger to where I worked her pussy, letting the digits slick and rub and thrust in tandem against her sweet spot.
Serenity’s blinding pleasure funneled into my bloodstream like the sweetest drug while Bradley practically writhed in agonized desire on the bed as he watched her come undone on my finger.
Her orgasm shot through her. She moaned and shivered in my arms, riding out that wave on my two digits. The crisp, wintery taste of her sexual satisfaction warmed my belly, while simultaneously making me hungry for more.
With a growl, I released her and shoved her down on the bed.
She caught herself on her hands, and with how small Bradley’s bed was, this new position with her on her hands and knees had her face hovering right over Bradley’s twitching cock.
Of course, it was too small to reach her face, even as he tried shoving it up to her.
“Not happening,” I snarled at him.
I grabbed her ankle and yanked her back so that she collapsed on her stomach near the edge of the bed. I quickly flipped her over so that she stared up at me with her perfectly flushed face and twinkling gray eyes.
“You want my cock, pretty girl?” I purred, already unfastening my too-tight jeans.
She bit her lip around a groan and nodded hard. “I want it. I want you.”
I freed my aching dick and fisted it while grinning down at her. “Open up for me, Star. Let me inside that delicious pussy.”
She quickly grabbed the back of her thighs to hold them up and apart for me.
Her pussy glistened with desire, and with only a second to position myself at her entrance, I pushed in slowly.
She tilted her chin back, and her eyes fluttered shut.
My jaw clenched to stifle my own groan as her cunt squeezed me tight and good.
I sank into her and leaned over her with my hands braced on either side of her head.
“Look at me,” I ordered her. “Look at me while I fuck my pussy.”
Her eyes barely managed to open and lock on mine. Her chest heaved as she grinned and breathlessly urged, “Do it. Fuck me. Please!”
“You don’t have to beg me,” I grinned. “There’s nothing I love more than being inside of you.”
I pulled out to the tip before slamming back in hard.
Pleasure contorted her face as she gasped beneath me, all while I pistoned my hips in and out of her.
Like a good girl, she kept her eyes open and locked on mine.
Our bond was unbreakable. Our focus on the other’s growing pleasure was all that mattered.
Nothing had ever felt as good as her. No one had ever been as beautiful beneath me as she was.
This human was made for me, and somehow, I’d managed to catch the brightest, most stunning falling star to cherish as my own.
“Dante,” she moaned softly in the small space between our faces.
“Serenity,” I groaned back.
Our lips met, and I kissed her deeply. Another orgasm threatened to claim her.
I placed my hands over hers where they still held the back of her thighs.
I pressed her bent legs down harder to angle her pussy higher, getting me even deeper.
Her guttural moans rumbled against my mouth, and I drank in the sounds just as I drank in the essence of her mounting explosion of bliss.
I pumped in harder and pulled back enough to watch her face shatter in ecstasy.
The furrowed brow, parted swollen lips, and pink cheeks was the most gorgeous combination.
The sight, as well as the tight squeeze of her cunt around my cock, had me following moments later, spilling my own release inside of her.
We worked to catch our breath, eyes locked on the other. A small smile lit up her face, and it shot a hot arrow right into my chest, melting me from the inside out.
Sniffles broke through the bubble around us, and I suddenly remembered where we were. I looked up and found Bradley’s face ruined with tears. His dick had gone limp, and cum was splattered across it and his stomach.
“Can’t even hold your load when no one’s touching you,” I murmured under my breath.
I reluctantly pulled out of Serenity and picked up Bradley’s clothes to clean myself and her.
This seemed to happen every time. I’d started all of this the same way I’d started this night—with the intention of making Bradley suffer.
Yet, without fail, things changed along the way.
My goal became lost, because all I saw was her.
I wiped up the mess between Serenity’s thighs. I pursed my lips in consideration as I stared at the cum-covered shirt. Smirking, I tossed it to the douchebag in the room, and it landed on his chest.
“My parting gift,” I told him.
He sobbed some more.
I helped Serenity back into her clothes, and I pulled her in for another small, slow kiss full of all the tenderness she should’ve been shown this entire time. Thankfully, I was here and could make sure that was all she got from now on.
She beamed at me before turning to look back at the man still tied to the bed. Her smile morphed from one of bliss to one of vengeful satisfaction. She rounded the bed slowly to stand at the headboard, and she leaned in close to Bradley’s tear-stained face while he stared at her in defeat.
“Was I crystal-clear this time?” she asked him softly. “You have lost me. You have no more power over me, Bradley.”
She snatched up his phone from the floor and typed on it. “I’ll let Cassidy know to come over. I’m sure she’ll love tending to you like she always has.”
With her task done, Serenity looked at me. Peace settled over her features as she slid her hand into mine to leave. But before we did, she stopped in the doorway, looked back at Bradley, and said, “By the way. I hope watching that hurt as much as you hurt me.”
He hiccuped pitifully as more tears rolled down his splotchy face.
I liked to think it did hurt him. His pride, his feelings, his expectations all went up in smoke tonight.
All he’d ever cared about was himself, and a large part of that had to do with his sexual gratification.
Serenity had gotten her revenge, and I’d destroyed his hands, the things he needed for his precious career.
But those things weren’t what meant the most to him. We all knew that.
So when we got into Serenity’s car, she nodded at me. It was time for the final piece of our plan.
Disappearing into shadows, I reappeared in Bradley’s bedroom at the foot of his bed. He didn’t struggle against the ropes still tying him to the bed, most likely having been too worn down to try. He sniffled and shook his head, none the wiser to the Incubus standing at his feet.
Sex was the world I lived in and controlled. I gave immense pleasure, but … I could also take that away. I only reserved such a punishment for those who abused the beauty of sex, and Bradley had found himself on that list.
Sneering, I honed in on the sexual essence swirling at his center. It lit up for my Incubus sight like a glowing ball of yarn in the middle of his gut. Holding out my clawed hand, I called that swirling mass of essence to me.
Bradley tensed like he felt something important getting ripped out of him, which was exactly what I did.
His sexual energy landed in my upturned hand, and with a growl, I dug my claws into it and smashed the essence into oblivion.
Bradley’s face paled, and his body began to quake.
The emptiness he now felt probably had alarm bells going off in his head, but it was too late.
I wished I could be a fly on the wall when he realized he could never again get an erection or ejaculate.
Pleasure, the only thing he cared about, would be unattainable for him forevermore, and to me, that was the best revenge of all.