Chapter Fourteen
Sienna
Iarch into Dante’s body, not even caring that he has a gun pressed to my head. His craziness is something I’m used to by now.
I meant what I said to him. I’d rather die and allow my mom and Luciana to mourn by death than be constantly worried about me. But I would prefer to stay alive… with Dante, even though I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way.
If only he’d marry me and do the right thing but that’s asking for the impossible.
He kisses me harder until it almost hurts. It’s like he’s trying to fuse our bodies together.
I wrap my legs around his waist when he settles himself on top of me.
The gun is still pressed to my head. One wrong slip and he could end my life.
There’s something thrilling about it. Truly living in the moment.
Knowing I could die any second and still choosing to live.
It’s electric. There’s nothing else like it in the entire world.
I lived my life so sheltered. The good mafia girl. My dad’s princess before he passed away.
But Dante has brought out the darkness in me. The danger. The sense to experience life, even though he’s kept me locked up. Ironically, it’s the most fun I think I’ve ever had in my entire life. Call me crazy for it but it’s what I feel.
“I need you again,” he says against my lips.
“Yes,” I moan, arching into him. “I need it too.”
“I know, my dirty girl. You always need it.” He sits up and unzips his pants, pulling his cock out. Cock. I’m not as embarrassed to think the word. Instead, there’s something just so thrilling about it all.
“I want to see all of you,” I beg. “Please.”
He hesitates for a moment before standing up. I watch as he peels his clothes off. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen Dante naked and it’s a beautiful sight. All hard muscle. Strong physique. He’s a man of beauty and darkness.
In this moment, I think I could love him. He did what I asked: opened up to me. But I know it’s a dangerous thought I’m having. The last thing I should be doing is thinking about falling in love with my captor.
Dante gives me a dark look as he kneels on the bed and grabs my knees, opening them wide. With a growl, he shoves my nightgown over my head and tosses it to the floor like he’s annoyed it was even in his way to begin with.
My wetness seeps out of me, ready and waiting for him. Please God. Forgive me. Though, God’s voice is farther and farther away from me every minute Dante keeps me captive.
He grabs the gun again and presses it back to my head before he lowers himself on top of me.
His length finds my entrance and we both hold our breath before he thrusts into me. I moan from the sensation. It’s perfect. It’s amazing. It’s addictive.
I know mine and Dante’s connection is built on lust and not trust like a real relationship should be. I still don’t fully trust him and I’m not sure I ever will.
But in this moment, as he sinks deeper into me, I want to believe I can trust him not to kill me.
Once he’s fully seated inside of me, he begins to move. I rock my hips against his to match his pace. The gun in his hand never wavers. Always present along my temple.
I grip his strong back. I love the feeling of his skin all along mine. All of him. All of me. This is a connection that’s almost too pure, caught up in its darkness.
“Fuck,” he growls, thrusting in deeper. I wrap my legs tighter around him. Never do I want to let him go. Let us go.
“Dante,” I whimper. “Please.”
He lets out a low, dark sound as he rolls onto his back and brings me astride him. The gun aims at my heart.
In this new position, I can sink even lower.
“Ride me,” he orders, gripping my hip like he’ll die without touching me.
I don’t hesitate to move my body back and forth on his. The feeling of his erection deep inside of me makes me moan. To be so filled. So full. There’s nothing else like it in this entire world.
“Dante,” I gasp. My hands fall onto his chest to steady myself. He keeps the gun right at my heart. One pull of his finger and I’ll be dead. It makes me move faster.
The sensation of pleasure hits me over and over again every time I rock my hips along his cock. I choke on my moan as I drop my head back. To be this free. To be this lost in pleasure. There’s nothing more euphoric.
“You like riding my cock, don’t you, my bad girl?”
His naughty words spur me on more and my hips become more frantic.
He sits up and catches my lips with his in a hot, sweaty kiss. My breasts press against his chest. For a moment, I think I can hear his heartbeat. I believe I can.
“You needed this?” he growls, grabbing my hip with his one hand and pulling me harder onto his cock. The strength in just one hand is intimidating. Dante is a strong, scary man and yet, I’m not afraid of him any longer. If he truly wanted to kill me, he would have done it much sooner.
“Yes,” I sigh out.
“Fuck, my dirty girl. Sienna. Fuck.” The look of pleasure in his eyes is unmistakable.
There’s vulnerability there. I know he doesn’t want me to see it but I see all of it.
I see the good and bad to him. I see the young boy who was sold to a mafia man and I see the hardened man he became. The one who had nothing left to lose.
What would he feel if he lost me? Would he care? Or would he continue laughing, living his life to the chaotic fullness of it all?
I’m not sure and that uncertainty makes me move even faster.
“Dante,” I whimper again. “Please. Please.”
He lowers his lips to my breast and captures my nipple. I arch into him with a moan as I grip his hair. I didn’t let myself run my hands through his hair earlier and I regretted it. Now, I don’t want to stop, for anything.
His eyes flick up to mine as he keeps his lips around my nipple.
“Oh,” I sigh, dropping my head back.
His cock is relentless inside of me. Touching every inch of my inner walls. It’s so much better than the dildos he used on me before. This is real human touch. Nothing can replace that.
I never want anything to replace it.
He lets my nipple go only to capture my other one in his mouth. My hips are frantic. Wild. Electric. I guess I learned a thing or two from Dante. Learn to let go sometimes. Learn to embrace the chaotic nature of life.
“Dante,” I moan.
“Fuck.” He kisses up my neck and to my ear. “I love hearing you moan my name. Do it again. Moan my name.”
“Dante!”
“Tell me you love having my cock inside of you.”
“I love it.”
“No. Say it. Exactly. I want to hear my dirty girl say something dirty.”
I swallow hard. My body is awash with pleasure. My hands grip his strong biceps. My lungs feel like they’re running out of air.
But I still do exactly what Dante wants.
Because I want it too.
“I love having your cock inside of me,” I say into his ear. He shudders. The sight of vulnerability there makes my heart squeeze. I needed this more than I was willing to admit to myself. I needed to see all of Dante.
“Tell me you love riding my cock.”
“I love riding your cock.” It feels good to say these naughty words. I was never allowed to say them before. Never even thought of saying them before. But in this moment, they only feel right. Nothing could change that.
“Fuck, Sienna.” He throws the gun to the floor and grips my hips before rolling me onto my back. He pulls his cock out of me and then flips me onto my stomach. My inner thighs are sticky from my wetness.
I gasp when he grabs my hips and enters me from behind. In this new position, he can sink even deeper. It almost hurts but it’s a pain mixed with pleasure. It’s something I never want to end.
“Oh!” I cry out, gripping the blanket. I turn my head to the side so I can breathe. Dante shows my body no mercy as he takes me from behind.
“Say you love it. Say you love it when I fuck you.”
“I love it when you fuck me,” I whisper.
“Say it louder, my dirty girl. Scream it for me.” Thrust. I choke on my gasp.
“I love it when you fuck me!” I scream into the room. It feels amazing to let my voice truly go. There’s no one here to judge me. It’s just me and Dante, giving in to our darkest fantasies.
“Yes,” he growls. “That’s it, my dirty girl.” He lowers his body on top of mine and says into my ear, “My bad girl.”
I moan and arch my hips into his. He thrusts into me harder but keeps his pace steady. He’s trying to draw this out but I’m desperate for my release. Desperate for the pleasure I know he can show me.
“Please,” I whine, arching into him. “Please.”
The sound of our bodies slap together. He’s taking me hard and without mercy and it’s exactly what I need. Both dirty and beautiful.
To be lost in this sort of pleasure is to find heaven. It’s the closest I have ever felt to God’s presence even though I don’t hear him anymore.
“You needed this?” Thrust. “Tell me.” Thrust. “Scream it for me.” Thrust.
“I needed it!” I scream. “Yes. I needed it.” I’m practically sobbing from the pleasure inside of me.
Dante’s pace finally becomes more frantic and he fucks me harder. This isn’t lovemaking. It’s pure and animalistic fucking. I thought I’d be ashamed of this but I’m not. I only want more of it.
“Come for me,” he orders. “Come on my cock.”
His order is exactly what I need.
My release hits me like a sudden thunderstorm. I sob and shake as I come while Dante continues to take me from behind.
I look over my shoulder to watch when he finds his release next. I love seeing the moment of vulnerability on his face. It’s perfection. It makes me feel closer to him than anything ever has before.
He pulls out of me and slumps onto the bed, breathing heavy.
“Are you tired?” I ask.
He slants his eyes my way. “Are you?”
“No,” I admit.
“My sex maniac,” he says with a rueful smile. “I’ve made you this way, haven’t I?”
“You have.”
“Do you still hate me for it?”
“I don’t know what I feel anymore.” I reach out my hand to his chest and hesitate. Dante looks back at me, silently asking me if I’ll touch him or not. It’s a sign of intimacy. Are we allowed to be emotionally intimate? Or is our relationship only built on a physical connection?