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He thrusts the dildo in harder. It makes me wince but it also sends another burst of pleasure through me. He presses the dildo right along the same spot the vibrator did inside of me. It sends spike after spike of warm, tingling feelings all over my body.

My hips have a mind of their own as I arch my body into the sex toy. I need this. I need this. I need this.

Dante must sense my franticness because he increases the pace. The dildo thrusts in and out of me faster.

With his eyes locked on mine, I find my second release. It’s even more powerful than the vibrator. My gasps mingle with my moans as I catch my breath.

Dante rolls the dildo around inside of me before pulling it out. “You really are a bad girl. Look.” He holds the dildo up. A tiny bit of red covers it. “You bled for me.”

It feels like a claim. Dante is making me his.

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?