Page 39 of Vow of Hate

Doesn’t forgive his actions though. But it does explain them and it makes me feel a little bit more fondness for him. Fondness that I really shouldn’t be feeling for my kidnapper.

Dante doesn’t touch me at all for days. On one hand, I’m grateful. My body needs to heal from what Edward did to me. But another part of me is desperate for more. Another orgasm. Another sex toy on my body. He’s woken something up inside of me and it can’t be closed now.

On the fourth day, after Dante brings my food and leaves, I feel like I’m going crazy. My body feels a lot better. I still have bruises everywhere and my ribs hurt a little whenever I breathe in too deeply but other than that, I’m feeling stronger.

Which means, my body is getting desperate and achy for contact. To be touched again.

I lay back in the bed and press my hand between my legs, hoping that this time, I can find the release I need. I rub and press against my nub again and again and again and… nothing. Just nothing.

I can’t find it.

But I’m not going to give up.

I roll onto my stomach and press my hips down into the mattress with my hand still between my legs. I don’t even care that I’m humping the bed. I just need something. Anything to make this ache go away.

“What are you doing?” Dante’s dark voice makes me stop.

I look at him over my shoulder. “I…”

“It looks like you’re trying to pleasure yourself. Are you doing that, Sienna?”

“I just need…” I sound so pathetic. So sad. I flip onto my back and remove my hand from between my legs.

“You need another orgasm, is that it? You need a vibrator or a dildo in you? Is that it?” His face contorts into anger. “I’m getting really annoyed that you prefer a sex toy to an actual real person’s touch.”

“But you’ve never touched me. So I have nothing to compare it to.”

“Then maybe I should touch you.”

“You promised you wouldn’t. You said you wouldn’t touch me until I was begging for you to.”

He stalks towards me, like a true predator. My body responds to his power. None of this make sense. Why am I like this?

“Do you want me to touch you?” he asks, leaning over me. My naked body is on full display for him. Other than the evening gown, Dante hasn’t given me any clothes to wear. He took the evening gown back the next day after the party.

“I don’t know,” I whisper. So far, with him using the sex toys on me, it’s created a distance between us. But if he touches me, that distance will be gone.

“You need to know what it’s like to be touched by a real person. You need something to compare to, like you said.”

“Are you angry? You’re the one who’s used these toys on me. It was your decision.”

“I never thought you’d like it so much,” he growls. “But you love it and it…”

“It what?”

“It pisses me off. I want you to want my touch. Not some fucking toy.” He grabs my hips and I gasp. His touch is much more electric than a toy’s. It’s like a sensation of fire wraps itself all around my body.

“Dante,” I whisper.

“Say my name again.”

I lick my lips and his eyes dart right to them. “Dante.”

“Let me kiss your lips.”

What would it feel like to have Dante kiss me? I want to find out.

My head slowly nods.