Page 64 of Vow of Hate

“Come,” I order. “Now. Do it, Sienna.”

That seems to do the trick because her breath hitches and she cries out as she finds her release.

Her hips jerk forward and she’s breathing heavy as her breasts rise and fall rapidly. I love her body.

The thing that worries me though is that it isn’t just her body I care about. It’s her and that’s dangerous. Sienna could become my weakness then.

“Feel better?” I ask.

She turns the shower off and opens up the door. Water drips from her body. Without a word, I hand her the towel. She keeps her eyes on me like it’s a challenge as she wipes herself down.

“Why are you in here?” she asks.

I hold up the dress. It’s a long, satin green dress that I know would look perfect with her blonde hair. “I’m throwing another party tonight. You are to come. You have time to get ready. Just make sure you are ready by seven tonight.”

“And if I’m not?”

“I’ll make sure you are.” The threat hangs in the air.

Sienna’s eyes darken from lust. She knows the things I’ll do to her to make her comply. We both do.

“Ok,” she whispers. “I’ll be ready.”

“Good.” My eyes flick over her body. “And you did a good job.” I leave before I’ll say something else I might regret.

Sienna is ready by seven. She’s a vision in her green dress that drapes her body perfectly. I should know since I had it tailored to fit her measurements.

The guests are already here when I lead Sienna into the living room. Guilia, Jack, Tommasso, and Enzo are here.

“It’s a shame Edward couldn’t make it,” Tommaso says.

“Shame he died, you mean,” Jack comments, taking a sip of his champagne. I see the way he looks Sienna over and the way Sienna blushes. Jack was always a handsome man but it never bothered me before. Not when I look the way I do.

But in this moment, I want to kill Jack for even looking in Sienna’s direction.

No, I remind myself. Tonight is about humiliating Sienna. Make her feel terrible. Remember that she’s your prisoner and not your partner.

“Everyone, say hello to Sienna.”

“Hello, Sienna,” Guilia says in a seductive voice. She always did have a thing for beautiful women.

Sienna lowers her eyes to the ground. Interesting. She’s shy around these people. Probably because the last time they saw her, I was fucking her with a dildo.

“Hello,” Sienna replies.

“So demure,” Guilia laughs. “I love it. But why don’t we have a bit of fun? You invited us here tonight, Dante. What do you have planned?”

“I thought we could talk for a while. Let’s all sit down.” I motion to the couches and chairs. After I sit down, Sienna goes to do the same when I stop her. “No. Get on your hands and knees.”

She frowns. “What?”

“Do as I say, Sienna.” There’s no room for argument in my tone.

Slowly, Sienna lowers herself to her hands and knees, looking confused. The moment she’s in a table top position, I place my feet on her back.

She gasps. “What are you doing?”

“You are my plaything tonight,” I say in a harsh voice. “Nothing more. Everyone, what do you think of my plaything?”