Page 59 of Vow of Hate

He lowers his lips to my breast and captures my nipple. I arch into him with a moan as I grip his hair. I didn’t let myself run my hands through his hair earlier and I regretted it. Now, I don’t want to stop, for anything.

His eyes flick up to mine as he keeps his lips around my nipple.

“Oh,” I sigh, dropping my head back.

His cock is relentless inside of me. Touching every inch of my inner walls. It’s so much better than the dildos he used on me before. This is real human touch. Nothing can replace that.

I never want anything to replace it.

He lets my nipple go only to capture my other one in his mouth. My hips are frantic. Wild. Electric. I guess I learned a thing or two from Dante. Learn to let go sometimes. Learn to embrace the chaotic nature of life.

“Dante,” I moan.

“Fuck.” He kisses up my neck and to my ear. “I love hearing you moan my name. Do it again. Moan my name.”

“Dante!”

“Tell me you love having my cock inside of you.”

“I love it.”

“No. Say it. Exactly. I want to hear my dirty girl say something dirty.”

I swallow hard. My body is awash with pleasure. My hands grip his strong biceps. My lungs feel like they’re running out of air.

But I still do exactly what Dante wants.

Because I want it too.

“I love having your cock inside of me,” I say into his ear. He shudders. The sight of vulnerability there makes my heart squeeze. I needed this more than I was willing to admit to myself. I needed to see all of Dante.

“Tell me you love riding my cock.”

“I love riding your cock.” It feels good to say these naughty words. I was never allowed to say them before. Never even thought of saying them before. But in this moment, they only feel right. Nothing could change that.

“Fuck, Sienna.” He throws the gun to the floor and grips my hips before rolling me onto my back. He pulls his cock out of me and then flips me onto my stomach. My inner thighs are sticky from my wetness.

I gasp when he grabs my hips and enters me from behind. In this new position, he can sink even deeper. It almost hurts but it’s a pain mixed with pleasure. It’s something I never want to end.

“Oh!” I cry out, gripping the blanket. I turn my head to the side so I can breathe. Dante shows my body no mercy as he takes me from behind.

“Say you love it. Say you love it when I fuck you.”

“I love it when you fuck me,” I whisper.

“Say it louder, my dirty girl. Scream it for me.” Thrust. I choke on my gasp.

“I love it when you fuck me!” I scream into the room. It feels amazing to let my voice truly go. There’s no one here to judge me. It’s just me and Dante, giving in to our darkest fantasies.

“Yes,” he growls. “That’s it, my dirty girl.” He lowers his body on top of mine and says into my ear, “My bad girl.”

I moan and arch my hips into his. He thrusts into me harder but keeps his pace steady. He’s trying to draw this out but I’m desperate for my release. Desperate for the pleasure I know he can show me.

“Please,” I whine, arching into him. “Please.”

The sound of our bodies slap together. He’s taking me hard and without mercy and it’s exactly what I need. Both dirty and beautiful.

To be lost in this sort of pleasure is to find heaven. It’s the closest I have ever felt to God’s presence even though I don’t hear him anymore.