Page 51 of Vow of Hate

“You need me to fuck you? For real?”

I know there’s no going back after this. I know I’m going to hell. I know my mom will be so disappointed in me. I’m sure my dad is looking down at me with disapproval.

But in this moment, I don’t care. I just need Dante to touch me. The last thing I want is for him to touch that other woman out there.

I open my lips and seal my fate. “Yes.”

Dante doesn’t hesitate to push my dress up and rip my panties down. “I never should have given you these damn things to wear. They’re just in my way.” He brings my panties to his nose and inhale. “You’re wet for me, Sienna.”

I press my legs together to help the ache. There’s no denying it.

“Sit back on the chair,” he orders.

I sink into the soft leather chair. My wetness coats the leather. The scent of my arousal fills the room.

“Take your dress off.”

I slip it over my head. The last thing I want is fabric in the way of Dante touching me.

He pulls his penis out of his pants. It’s large and erect and veiny. It’s a much more intimidating sight that the dildos he used on me. This is real. This has consequences.

But right now, I’m not thinking about any of that.

He grabs my legs and places my feet on the chair’s armrests. I’m spread wide for him. His finger slides right over my nub, making me moan. My hips jerk into his hand. I need this. God, please help me.

Please forgive me.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. You are mine, Sienna. Not some fucking dildo. Not another man. You’re mine and mine only.”

He presses his length to my entrance and then thrusts into me. I moan from the sensation. The dildos prepared my body for him so I feel no pain, only pleasure. A deep wash of arousal courses through me. For a moment, I think I black out and when I come to, I can feel Dante thrusting his large erection in and out of me.

I arch into him with a moan. This full sensation is so much better with a real penis. Dante’s penis.

He leans over my body, his eyes locked with mine, as he claims me completely.

“Tell me you like this more,” he says darkly.

“I do,” I whimper. “I do.”

“You need to be filled, baby? Fucked like an animal?” He thrusts into me harder. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air. It’s so taboo and wrong and vulgar and yet, it turns me on more. What is wrong with me? What does this man do to me that I have never felt before?

Dante isn’t wrong. He’s given me my sexual awakening and there’s no going back now.

“Please,” I cry out, practically sobbing. “I need it. Oh! I need it.” I arch my back to bring my hips up higher.

With a growl, Dante grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist and in one smooth motion, lowers me onto the ground and claims me harder.

I stretch out as Dante has his way with me. There’s a determination in his eyes as he grabs my ankles and places them on his shoulders. In this new position, he can sink even deeper.

“My dirty girl. My bad girl. I knew you needed this. You can’t lie to me.”

“And you can’t lie to me,” I gasp out.

With a smirk, he claims me harder.

“Do you like being fucked?” he asks in a dark tone. He grinds his hips against mine, filling me deeper, entering me harder.

“Yes,” I gasp out. “Yes! Oh, God. Please. What’s wrong with me?”