Page 29 of Vow of Hate

Dante’s laugh fills the room. “I don’t think she likes the thought of you touching her, Edward.”

He frowns and doesn’t comment but his mood instantly shifts, turning much more dark and cold.

My eyes flick over to Jack again.

“Do you like what you see?” Dante whispers into my ear. “I saw you sneaking glances at him all evening?”

“No,” I whisper with a blush.

“So you don’t want him to touch you like I’m doing?”

“No.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No,” I repeat.

“She sounds like a robot,” Edward mutters.

Jack pats Edward on the back. “Just because you’re in a bad mood now doesn’t mean you should bring it down with the rest of us.”

“Just fuck her with it already,” Tommaso begs, a desperation in his voice.

Dante stops tapping my clit with the dildo and I cry out. I need more. “Are you ready, Sienna? Beg for me.”

“Please,” I whimper. I turn my head to the side so our eyes lock and it’s like we’re the only two in the room.

That’s when Dante inserts the dildo into me. Since this one is larger, it hurts a little more but my body quickly adjusts and then I only feel pleasure. He thrusts the dildo in and out of me slowly. Achingly slowly like he’s teasing me.

“Do you want this to be my real cock someday?”

I gasp when he pushes it in deeper. My legs open wider, seeking more. The pleasure is too intense. I feel like I’m going to die from it all. “Oh,” is all I can say.

“Do you want it to be Jack’s?” There’s a hardness to his tone that makes me gasp. He thrusts the dildo in faster now. My hips buck into it. I’m sure I look like a mad woman. I’m sure I look just as crazy as Dante.

“Why?” I ask. “Why ask me that?”

“Because I saw you looking at him. I’m not sure you deserve another orgasm.”

“Please,” I moan. “Please.” My head drops back onto Dante’s shoulder. I only look at him. I only have eyes for him.

“You’re my bad girl. Looking at other men when you should only be looking at me.” Dante thrusts the dildo in and twists it. I gasp when I can feel the toy touching every part of me deep inside. The pleasure is consuming my brain. Slowly killing me and yet, making me be reborn with every second of it.

“Oh,” I gasp.

“Fuck,” someone murmurs but I can’t make out who. I only see Dante. Only Dante. Only Dante. Dante. Dante.

Dante…

As soon as I think his name, my orgasm hits me in a sudden rush of pleasure. My hips buck like crazy against the dildo. Dante slowly thrusts it in and out of me until he pulls it all the way out.

Like before, there’s a tiny bit of blood on it.

Chapter Eight

Dante

I’m fucking pissed. And jealous. Pissed and jealous.