Chapter Twelve
Sienna
“Who is this?” I ask before I can stop myself.
Dante stops kissing the woman with a laugh that makes my spine tense. “Who is this? She’s the woman I’m going to fuck tonight.”
I flinch. The thought of Dante touching another woman… it shouldn’t bother me and yet, it does.
“Who is this?” The woman asks, looking between me and Dante. “I didn’t sign up for a threesome. But…” Her eyes flick to mine. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
“No threesome,” Dante says. “Sienna isn’t joining. This is Anna. She and I will spend some time together tonight. I suggest you go back to your room.”
He’s pushing me away. After wanting me so much, Dante is creating distance between us. But why? None of it makes any sense.
And why does it bother me so much?
I think back to how he saved me after Edward beat me. How he bathed me. Washed my hair. The kindness in his eyes for a moment. The worry. The way he opened up to me.
All of that is gone. Why did I even let myself feel hope for a moment? I can’t have feelings for this monster.
“Fine,” I say through tight lips. “I don’t want you anyway.”
Dante’s lips turn into a sneer but I walk away. If he thinks he’s going to bother me, he can think again.
I go back into his private library and sit down with my book. I would rather read than be stuck in my bedroom while Dante spends time with Anna.
The door bursts open.
I gasp. Dante is in the doorway, breathing heavy. “What are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be with Anna?” When he doesn’t respond, I keep talking. “I’m curious. Why do you even have a library to begin with? You don’t seem like the kind of man who likes to read.”
“You don’t know everything about me. I like to read. Other times I like to burn books for fun.”
I shake my head. “I don’t believe you.”
“You know how crazy I am.”
“I do. But sometimes I think you put on an act. Sometimes I think you want people to think you’re truly crazy.”
He storms over to me and rips the book out of my hands. “That’s because I am crazy.”
“Why are you in here?”
“Anna was boring me so I came in here.”
“I thought you were going to have sex with her.”
“I was. I am. How does that make you feel?”
I narrow my eyes, staring him down. Dante doesn’t scare me as much as he once did. “Are you trying to make me upset? Why would you do that?”
“I’m not trying to make you feel anything.”
“Ok then. So go and let me enjoy the book I was reading before you rudely took it from me.”
“Surprising me again with your sass. I never knew you had it in you.”
I hold my hand out. “Give me my book back. Go spend time with Anna.”
“I told you to go to your room.”
“I’m done listening to you. You don’t get to boss me around. So go.”
“This is my home. You’re my prisoner.” The vein in his forehead pops. His breathing intensifies. I’m not sure if he’s going to kill me or kiss me.
And speaking of kissing…
“You kissed her. Anna.”
“So?”
“So… why haven’t you ever kissed me? You put your mouth between my legs but not my lips. Why?”
His smile is full of lust. “I did kiss your lips. Your pussy lips.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know that,” I say with a flush. “Why haven’t you kissed me on my mouth yet?”
He leans over me and I have no choice but to lean back in the seat. “Do you want me to kiss you?”
“I still haven’t asked you to touch me.”
“No. But you want it, don’t you? I can tell. Are you dripping wet for me under those panties I so kindly bought for you?”
A flare of arousal washes through me and I hate that Dante is right. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“And you don’t know anything about me. But I can tell you’re aroused. Do you want me to put my mouth on your little cunt again?”
“No,” I say with as much firmness as I can muster.
He quirks an eyebrow. “Are you lying to me, Sienna?”
“Are you lying to me?”
“About what?”
“Why did you bring Anna here? What game are you playing?”
“I’ve brought tons of women back to my home to fuck before. It’s nothing unusual.”
“But I’ve never been here before. You weren’t holding a woman captive in your home when you brought those women around. So why now?”
He shrugs. “Why not? It’s more fun this way.”
“For who?”
“For me.”
“Never for me,” I murmur.
His eyes flick down to my lips and back to my eyes. “Why would you think I’d ever kiss you? You’re my prisoner. Not my wife. I do not have feelings for you, Sienna.”
“So then why do you want me so much? Just to hurt Gabriel?”
“Yes. I will not let him control me.”
“Ok then. You can hold me captive but you don’t have to play these mind games with me. Just leave me alone.”
He backs away, allowing me to breathe. “Fine. I’ll leave you alone. I did say I wanted you to come to me willingly.”
“You did.”
Neither one of us moves as we stare at each other. There’s an inhale of breath…
Right before he walks over to me and grabs the back of my head. I gasp right before his lips find mine.
The kiss is hot and passionate. A little messy. Nothing like I imagined my first kiss being like. But this is reality. It’s better.
I lean into his touch. Needing it like I need air to breathe. The deep ache that Dante has brought out in me returns, causing my wetness to seep out of me and soak my panties. The fabric clings to my skin.
I need to be filled again and I want it to be by Dante’s hand.
“What are you doing to me?” I gasp when he pulls away from the kiss. There’s a wildness to his eyes I haven’t seen before. Not just crazy but also vulnerable. Real. Honest.
“You ask me that question? You? What are you doing to me?”
“You’re the one who kidnapped me. I didn’t ask for any of this.”
“I know.” For a moment, there almost sounds like regret to his tone.
“What about Anna? You kiss me in here and you left her out there, all alone.”
“I don’t give a fuck about Anna.”
I frown. “So then why bring her here?”
“To help me forget about you!” he shouts, making me jump.
“Me? I don’t understand.”
“All I can think about is you, Sienna. And I shouldn’t. I can’t have any weaknesses. Get out of my head.”
I push myself to my feet so I can stand toe-to-toe with him. It’s the only way I can feel powerful. “You’re the one who needs to get out of my head. You’ve done this to me. You’ve awoken something in me and now you have to be the one to put it back.”
“I gave you your sexual awakening. I can’t put that back even if I wanted to. And I definitely don’t want to,” he says with a low growl that makes the hair on my body stand up.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I want to kiss you again and I shouldn’t. What are you saying?”
I suck in a deep breath, bracing myself for what I’m going to say next. “I want you to kiss me again.”
He lets out a low, dark sound as he grabs my head and plants his lips back on mine. I moan into his touch. I need this. I need this. I need this. God, what is wrong with me? I need help. That’s what I really need but I only have Dante here and I know he’s of no help to me.
I’m going to hell for this. I just know it.
Yet, I can’t get myself to stop.
“Do you want to know what it’s like to have a real cock inside of you?” he asks, kissing along my neck and ear.
I sigh and arch into him. “Yes. Yes, I want to know.”
“I thought you were waiting for marriage.”
“I was. But everything has changed now. My dad is dead. You kidnapped me. I’m desperate to be filled again. I don’t care anymore. Just take me.”
“You need me to fuck you? For real?”
I know there’s no going back after this. I know I’m going to hell. I know my mom will be so disappointed in me. I’m sure my dad is looking down at me with disapproval.
But in this moment, I don’t care. I just need Dante to touch me. The last thing I want is for him to touch that other woman out there.
I open my lips and seal my fate. “Yes.”
Dante doesn’t hesitate to push my dress up and rip my panties down. “I never should have given you these damn things to wear. They’re just in my way.” He brings my panties to his nose and inhale. “You’re wet for me, Sienna.”
I press my legs together to help the ache. There’s no denying it.
“Sit back on the chair,” he orders.
I sink into the soft leather chair. My wetness coats the leather. The scent of my arousal fills the room.
“Take your dress off.”
I slip it over my head. The last thing I want is fabric in the way of Dante touching me.
He pulls his penis out of his pants. It’s large and erect and veiny. It’s a much more intimidating sight that the dildos he used on me. This is real. This has consequences.
But right now, I’m not thinking about any of that.
He grabs my legs and places my feet on the chair’s armrests. I’m spread wide for him. His finger slides right over my nub, making me moan. My hips jerk into his hand. I need this. God, please help me.
Please forgive me.
“You’re so fucking wet for me. You are mine, Sienna. Not some fucking dildo. Not another man. You’re mine and mine only.”
He presses his length to my entrance and then thrusts into me.
I moan from the sensation. The dildos prepared my body for him so I feel no pain, only pleasure.
A deep wash of arousal courses through me.
For a moment, I think I black out and when I come to, I can feel Dante thrusting his large erection in and out of me.
I arch into him with a moan. This full sensation is so much better with a real penis. Dante’s penis.
He leans over my body, his eyes locked with mine, as he claims me completely.
“Tell me you like this more,” he says darkly.
“I do,” I whimper. “I do.”
“You need to be filled, baby? Fucked like an animal?” He thrusts into me harder. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air. It’s so taboo and wrong and vulgar and yet, it turns me on more. What is wrong with me? What does this man do to me that I have never felt before?
Dante isn’t wrong. He’s given me my sexual awakening and there’s no going back now.
“Please,” I cry out, practically sobbing. “I need it. Oh! I need it.” I arch my back to bring my hips up higher.
With a growl, Dante grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist and in one smooth motion, lowers me onto the ground and claims me harder.
I stretch out as Dante has his way with me. There’s a determination in his eyes as he grabs my ankles and places them on his shoulders. In this new position, he can sink even deeper.
“My dirty girl. My bad girl. I knew you needed this. You can’t lie to me.”
“And you can’t lie to me,” I gasp out.
With a smirk, he claims me harder.
“Do you like being fucked?” he asks in a dark tone. He grinds his hips against mine, filling me deeper, entering me harder.
“Yes,” I gasp out. “Yes! Oh, God. Please. What’s wrong with me?”
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he says, his tone the most gentle I’ve ever heard it. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying sex. Fuck, Sienna.”
He brings my legs back around his waist and he leans over me. We’re chest to chest.
“I want to feel your skin,” I whine, placing my hands on his chest.
“No. Not yet.”
I frown, not understanding why he’s holding back at this very moment. But I’m too caught up in the pleasure to worry about it.
“Oh,” I whimper.
“Scream my name,” he orders. His thrusts are powerful and direct. Each one fills me up more. “I want to see you come on my cock and not some fucking dildo.”
“You’re the one who used it on me in the first place.”
“I know. And I fucking regret it. Now come on my cock, Sienna.”
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
I moan as my orgasm washes over me. His commanding nature is exactly what I need in this moment. He’s taking the responsibility away from me.
Dante thrusts into me once more before he comes. The sight of him shuddering his release is a powerful thing. Never have I seen him look so vulnerable.
He slumps on top of me, breathing into my neck. My hands want to touch his hair but I hold back. After a minute, he pulls out of me and flops onto the floor with a groan.
My legs stay parted as I feel his semen seep out of me and onto my inner thighs. I could get pregnant. Pregnant with Dante’s child.
That thought makes me shiver though I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.
“What about Anna?” I whisper. All the courage I had during our lovemaking is gone. An icy chill covers me. I just let Dante take my virginity and I loved it.
I loved it. What does that say about me?
“Who gives a fuck about Anna?”
“Is she still here?”
“Yes. I told her to wait for me.”
I stare at the ceiling, too afraid to look in Dante’s direction. “Are… are you still going to have sex with her?”
“Are you asking me if I’m going to fuck another woman after I just fucked you?”
“Yes,” I say with a blush. I can feel Dante looking at me but I keep my eyes locked on the ceiling.
“No,” he says after a long beat. “I’m not going to fuck her. I’ll tell her to go home.”
“What about us? What happens to us? I just gave you my body. What do we do now?”
“Now, we fuck whenever we feel like it.”
I shiver as a flare of arousal hits me. My body desperately wants Dante but does my mind want him? Can I even want him?
“And just that?” I ask. “Just… fucking.”
“Is that the first time you’ve said that word?”
“Are we going to do anything else?” I ask, ignoring his question. “Like… talk?”
He snorts. “You want to talk? Fucking is much more fun.”
I sit up and grab my dress and pull it over my head.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“I don’t want to be treated like a sex doll. I want to be treated like a human being. And if I’m going to give you my body again, I want us to talk. I want to know you better.”
Dante is quiet for a long moment as I keep my back to him. It takes everything inside of me to not look at him. “You really want to know me?” The question is asked in a subdue, quiet voice. I’m not sure it’s a voice Dante uses that often.
“Yes. Like when you opened up to me about your parents. I want to know you better. Why are you the way you are?”
“Are you hoping this will make me care for you? Make me let you go?”
I close my eyes at the thought of no longer being Dante’s prisoner.
It’s both a comforting one and a terrifying one.
If I’m not his prisoner, then I’m free. But if I’m not his prisoner, then who will touch me like this?
My mom would think less of me knowing I’ve enjoyed this.
She thinks I’m doing what I must to survive.
But what Dante and I just did wasn’t surviving. I wanted it with the deep ache inside of me. I want it again right now if I’m being honest.
“Please,” I whisper as a soft sob escapes me. “Just open up to me, Dante. Show me some kindness. Please.”
I can hear him suck in a breath but other than that, he doesn’t comment.
After a long beat, I feel him place his hand on my back. I hold still. He rests his hand there before removing it. A sense of coldness goes through me the moment he stands up and walks out of the room.
I hate him so much in this moment but at the same time, I’ve never wanted him more.
Will this pain ever end? Dante can’t make me happy and yet, I’m not sure I can ever leave him, even if I get the chance to escape again.