7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Sienna
My body is aching and sore from what Dante did to me and yet… I find myself wanting more.
He locks me into the guest bedroom again after our activities. After he put that dildo inside of me and I let him. I’m shocked that I would. I keep telling myself it’s because he’s my captor and is forcing me but…
He didn’t really force me. I’ve been craving the pleasure he gave me from the vibrator the first time. I wanted it again and again.
I still want more.
What exactly is happening to my body? I’m not sure. I just know that I have a deep ache inside of me that doesn’t want to be snuffed out.
Despite being sore, I still reach down and press my hand between my legs. It’s something I never did before. I was taught to wait for marriage. I wanted to wait for marriage. And so, I never explored my body. I always believed that was my husband’s job.
But Dante has changed everything. He is not my husband and yet, he has touched me. Well, technically he hasn’t as he’s only used his toys on me. That still doesn’t matter though. He’s the one who’s showed me pleasure. My captor. It’s all so confusing.
I still can’t deny the pleasure in my body after what he did to me. How much more I want.
Under the covers, in the dark room, I press my hand over the sensitive nub that he would pleasure to get me to find my release. I rub it over and over, feeling my breath become more frantic.
But my touch isn’t as powerful as the vibrator. I push past the feelings of shame and insert my finger inside of myself. It hurts a little but the pain doesn’t last long. The problem is: my finger is much smaller than the dildo. I don’t feel as full.
It’s frustrating. I need more. I need… Dante.
That thought makes me gasp and I remove my hand from my legs. I can’t need Dante. I can’t want Dante.
He’s my captor and I’m his captive. He refuses to marry me for peace. He is not a good man. In fact, he’s probably one of the worst men I have ever met.
So why can’t I stop thinking about him? Why did I let him show me pleasure the way he has? Maybe it’s a self-defense mechanism. Find pleasure anywhere I can get it in this cold, dark world he has brought me to. I want to tell myself that this is true and yet… I’m not sure it really is.
When I look at Dante, I can’t help but find him handsome. He has an energy and power to him that is magnetic. He’s also crazy though. He threatened to kill my mom and then he took it back. I have to trust that he’ll keep to his word and not hurt her.
My mom. I still have to get back to her. She needs to know that I’m alive. At least Luciana knows and can tell my mom. Granted, that was before Dante took me back. Luciana could think I’m dead now.
I let out a loud sound of frustration. A real, honest cry. My quiet voice no longer quiet for a moment. Why is this all happening to me? I was going to be free.
And then Dante happened.
I hate him. Despise him. So why do I want him to come in here and show me pleasure again?
The ache between my legs returns. I need him. God, why is this happening? I wait for an answer but God doesn’t give me one.
I try touching myself again but it only reminds me of what I’m missing and I stop with a sigh.
I force myself to relax and fall asleep because who knows what tomorrow holds?
Dante brings me a dress to wear. It’s a long, flowy pink gown. Something I would see models wearing off the runway for Paris Fashion Week. I attended once with my mom and dad. It was a magical day.
That day feels like such a far, distant memory now.
“What is this for?” I ask, keeping the blanket around me. In the light of day, I feel shy around Dante.
“It’s for you. I’m having guests over tonight. You need to look pretty.”
My heart skips a beat. “Guests? Who?” Maybe they can help me. Or maybe they’ll only try and hurt me.
Dante’s smirk tells me it’s the latter. “Just some friends of mine. They want to meet you. The infamous Sienna who I stole. I was supposed to marry you. Gabriel is pissed and wants to kill me. Everyone wants to meet you now.”
“Who is everyone?”
“Five of my friends.”
I blink, waiting for more. “Who are they?”
“Four men. One woman. They all work for me. Just… friends,” he says with a shrug. “I want you in this dress, looking pretty. It’s more exciting this way.”
“Exciting?”
“Yes. Having you in this dress will be more exciting when I take it off you before all of my friends.”
I sit up straighter, clinging to the blanket. “Why would you do that?”
“Because it’s fun.” He leans over me until I have no choice but to lay back on the bed. “Don’t you want to have fun again, Sienna? You had fun last night when you let me fuck you with the dildo.”
My face flushes.
He runs the back of his hand down my cheek. “It’s amazing you can still blush after what we did. You had a large dildo inside of you. You moaned when you came. You are my dirty girl. My cop killer.”
“It was self-defense.”
“Admit it. You kind of liked killing that cop. There’s a darkness in you, Sienna. I can sense it. Do you need me to put that dildo back inside of you? Do you need another release?”
“I…” I can’t get the words out because… I do want that. And it’s embarrassing and shameful yet it’s exactly what I want.
Dante’s look tells me he understands. “Well, you can get it tonight. When my friends are over.” He backs away from me, allowing me to breathe and walks out the door with a whistle.
I stare at the pink dress for a long time after that.
Dante’s eyes sweep over me when he sees me in the dress. “You look good enough to eat. I want to put my mouth on your pussy one day. When I’m allowed to touch you.”
My hands wring together. “Why do you say such things?”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s things I’ve never heard anyone say before. It’s things that normal people don’t say to each other.”
His smile is dark. “Am I normal? I don’t think I am.”
“I can’t argue with you on that one.”
“You’re funny,” he says with a low chuckle. “That’s surprising.”
I frown. “Why is it surprising?”
“Because I just never expected you to be funny. I didn’t really think about it.”
“You were too focused on kidnapping me. Is that it?”
He leans in closer and it makes me breathless. “Exactly. Now, let’s go.” He leads me out of the bedroom and into a large dining room. Five people are there. Four men and one woman. Exactly as he said.
“Everyone, this is Sienna,” Dante announces.
It’s not just the men who look me over with hungry eyes. The woman does too. I never knew a woman could look so hungry in a dark way. It’s intimidating.
The woman is tall and thin with a regal look to her. The four men blend together into a blob, even though they do technically look different. One is really short. One has a large belly. One has a bad comb over. One is handsome like Dante – young and tall and broad shouldered.
“She is something,” the man with the comb over says.
“Yes. She is. Sienna, this is Enzo,” he says to the comb over one. “And that’s Tommaso.” The short one. “Edward.” The large belly one. “And that’s Jack.” The handsome one. “And that’s Guilia.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Guilia coos. “I’m curious to meet the woman that Dante has been captivated by for the past couple of days.”
How ironic considering I’m his captive but I keep that thought to myself.
“Does she speak?” Edward asks in a gruff voice.
“She does speak. I think she’s just shy. Why don’t we sit down for dinner?” Dante motions for everyone to take their places at the table. I follow him since I don’t know where to go.
Dante has me sit in the seat to his left, across from Guilia. Jack is on my other side. The handsome one. I sneak glances at him. A man like him looks more like a fairytale prince than an actual human. It makes me blush.
I can feel Dante looking at me but I keep my eyes on the table. Jack is a friend of Dante. Just because he’s handsome, doesn’t mean he’s here to save me. Dante is handsome and look at what he’s done to me.
I zone out the conversation. Dante and his friends discuss business and politics. Things that seem so trivial in this moment.
That is until I hear them mention Gabriel’s name.
“What are you going to do about him?” Tommaso asks, wiping his mouth with a napkin. The steak before each of us is red and bloody. I’ve only taken two bites. I can’t stomach more.
“If Gabriel tries to kill me, I’ll kill him. But I would prefer him to be alive. It’s more fun this way. Torturing him. Letting him know that he can’t win with me. That I have more power than he would like to admit.”
“I’m sure it’s eating him up inside,” Enzo comments. “He always looked like he had a stick up his ass. I want to pull it out of him and make him lick it just for fun.” That gets a laugh from everyone at the table. Well, except for me.
That draws more attention my way.
“She’s a quiet one,” Guilia murmurs.
Dante runs his finger down my arm. I don’t even realize I’m leaning more into his touch. It just… happens. “She can be. But trust me, she knows how to moan too. When I’ve made her come.”
“You’ve touched her?” Jack asks.
“Are you surprised by that?”
“No. You’ve fucked plenty of woman. I just wasn’t sure.”
“I haven’t actually touched her yet. I just use my toys on her. She likes it.”
Guilia eyes me over in a way that’s dissecting. “I’m sure she does. What have you used?”
“A vibrator and dildo. Sienna is a virgin. She bled when I put the dildo in her.”
“But she’s never had an actual cock in her?” Edward asks, chuckling as steak juice runs down his chin.
“No,” Dante says flatly. “And when it happens, it will be me. But we’re waiting. It’s more exciting this way. Sienna will tell me when she’s ready.”
“A virgin being fucked by a dildo,” Jack says, letting out a whistle. “That’s something I’d be interested in seeing.”
“Me too,” Guilia adds in an eager voice.
The dark grin that crosses Dante’s face makes a shiver run down my spine, though I’m not sure if it’s out of fear or excitement. “Then let me show you.” He leaves the room.
Leaving me alone with his friends.