Page 26 of Vow of Hate

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.”