Page 28 of Vow of Hate

“Me too,” Guilia adds in an eager voice.

The dark grin that crosses Dante’s face makes a shiver run down my spine, though I’m not sure if it’s out of fear or excitement. “Then let me show you.” He leaves the room.

Leaving me alone with his friends.

They all look at me without saying a word. I hold my breath, praying that everything will be all right. It has to be.

Dante returns a moment later with a dildo in his hand. It’s a little bit larger than the one he used on me before.

“Sienna,” he says, sitting down in his seat. He motions to his lap. I hesitate. I know what he’s going to do to me. He’s going to place the dildo inside of me again.

I swallow hard because I want it. I’m desperate to feel it again. But to do it in front of these people?

“I don’t know,” I whisper.

“Don’t you want to come again?”

“Look at her,” Jack says. “Pressing her legs together. I think she does want to come again.”

Dante chuckles. “So, come to me, Sienna. Sit on my lap.”

With shaky legs, I get up and practically fall onto Dante’s lap from how unstable I feel. He catches me and turns me around so my back is to his chest. I suck in a breath when he grabs my legs and places my feet on his thighs. He never gave me shoes to wear. Dante slowly presses the dress around my hips until I’m fully exposed. I was never given any underwear.

“Spread your legs for them,” he whispers into my ear. I can’t deny the flare of arousal that hits me. There’s something so taboo and wrong about all of this and yet… I still want it. Is there something fundamentally wrong with me?

Is it trauma that’s making me this way? Is it the loss of my dad? I’m still mourning him every day.

I’m not sure the reason and right now, I don’t want to dive into my psyche. I just want to experience the pleasure I know Dante can show me.

He places the dildo against my nub and begins rubbing it around. I gasp and find my hips arching into it. The soft material of the dildo feels amazing on my body. Much better than my own hand.

But would Dante’s touch be even better? That’s a thought I’m not ready to confront yet.

“Her cunt is beautiful,” Tommaso compliments.

Guilia rolls her eyes. “You think all cunts are beautiful but I have to say, she does have a particularly pretty one.”

“How does that make you feel?” Dante asks into my ear. “To be told you have a pretty pussy?”

“Good,” I admit. “Scary.”

“Why scary?” He keeps tapping the dildo against my clit, distracting me. My hips roll upwards, seeking more friction. I need more and more and he’s denying me that. Dante is playing with my body. Not taking it.

“I’m on display. It’s all scary.”

“Mmm. I imagine it would be.” Tap, tap, tap. The dildo keeps touching my clit without truly touching me. It’s excruciating.

I let out a whimper of frustration.

“I think she wants more,” Edward says with a laugh.

“Jealous?” Dante asks. “That I get to do this to her and none of you can?”

“I would love to eat her pussy,” Guilia says with a pout. “It’s a shame you won’t let me.”

“None of you get to touch her. Sienna is for me and me alone.” Dante’s possessive words send a thrill through my body.

“Not even a little taste?” Edward asks. The thought of him touching my body makes my nose scrunch.