Page 10 of Vow of Hate

“Dad died fucking some whore. He owed debts to some mafia man. Shot right in the head when he had his cock inside the poor woman. She was shot right after.”

“How do you know all of this?”

The slow smile that crosses Dante’s lips makes my body tingle. “Because I’m the mafia man who killed him. He was an asshole. A problem that had to be dealt with so I handled it. Now he’s gone. Good fucking riddance. It left space for me to become my own man.”

“And so you chose to be like this?”

“Do we choose to be who we are, Sienna?”

“Yes,” I say with as much force as I can muster. As long as Dante is talking to me, he’s not hurting me. “I choose to be a good person. I choose to not kill people or torture them. Past trauma is no excuse to do bad things to others.”

“Oh. How cute you are. How innocent. It’s a miracle you’re like this when your father was a mafia man. It’s a miracle how so many mafia fathers raise their daughters to be so innocent. Naïve.”

“It’s not naïve to be a good person.”

“In the mafia it is,” he says in a lower voice. His eyes rake over my body again. I cover my breasts even though he’s already seen them. “You have a sexy body, you know that? Has it ever been touched before?”

“I’m saving myself for marriage.”

“You’re saving yourself for marriage?” he mocks with a laugh. I flinch. “I hate to break it to you, Sienna, but that’s not going to happen any longer. You’ll eventually give me your body.”

“Why not just take me and be done with it? I’m never going to willingly give you my body.”

He stalks back towards me like I’m his prey. Well… I guess I am. “You say that now. But I can be very persuasive. I’ve had a lot of women in this room. Fucked a lot of women in this room. And every single one of them left happy.”

A blush forms on my cheeks. No one has ever spoken to me like this before. “But did you kidnap them or did they come here willingly to begin with? Or were they just as crazy as you are?”

“Cute. You’re cute, you know that? Maybe they were a little crazy. But you make a good point. I didn’t kidnap them. But that won’t matter in the end. You’ll eventually be begging for me to take you. It’s all part of the fun. It’s why I won’t touch you right now. I’m making it last. Making it count.”

I’m not sure if I should be relieved or not. As long as Dante doesn’t touch me, I’ll be safe for now. But I don’t trust his word. It could all be lies and he could rape me whenever he chooses.

Keep talking, I remind myself. It could be my way out of this.

I nod at the wall opposite me. “What are those things?”

“Curious, are you? You want a dildo inside of you?”

I frown. “A what? I’ve never heard that word before.”

He tilts his head to the side, gazing me over. “You really are innocent, aren’t you? It makes everything more fun. I’ve never had the chance to truly corrupt a woman before. Not one so virginal.” He points to the penis shaped objects on the wall. “Those are dildos. Used for pleasure. You insert them into your sweet, little cunt and fuck yourself with it. Or someone else can use it on you. That’s the nice thing about sex toys, you can usually use them however you want.”

My eyes widen. Never in a million years would I have considered all of that but I guess I should have, given the shape of them.

“I take it you’ve never used one on yourself.”

“Of course not,” I breathe out.

His smirk makes me blush more. It’s judgement. He thinks it’s amusing how innocent I am. “And since you’re saving yourself for marriage, I take it you’ve never had an actual cock inside of you.”

My stomach tingles from his words in a way I don’t understand. “No. I’m a good girl. I’m saving myself for my husband.”

He lets out a low whistle. “Then maybe I should have married you. I could have fucked you then and it would have been what God wanted. Is that correct?”

I open my mouth to object but technically, he’s not wrong. If we had been married like Gabriel’s plan was for us to be, then I would have given my body to Dante, even if I was scared. But he didn’t marry me. Instead, he chose to not play by anyone’s rules and got us both into this mess.

Well, not a mess. The word mess is too simple for this situation. It’s a nightmare I’m in.

“I’m right,” Dante says smugly, like he’s won. “You know… I could use a dildo on you. It wouldn’t be breaking my rules. I wouldn’t technically be touching you.”