Page 76 of Vow of Hate

“I know,” he says with a roughness that intimidates me. “But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you this past week. I thought I could let it go. I thought you meant nothing to me and then I saw you, here, kissing that fucker and I just knew. I can’t give you up, Sienna. I can’t let you go.”

I grip his arms. Much more strong than Lorenzo’s. “Then don’t let me go. Take me back. We can find a way to be together. You can marry me.”

He scoffs. “And make peace with Gabriel?”

“Dante, it’s the only way for us to be together. You have to make peace with him. You have to try. Do I mean more to you than your hate? Or do I not?”

“Don’t ask me that,” he says darkly.

“I don’t want to have to ask you that. But I have to ask you that. If you want me, do right by me.”

“I did do right by you.” He places his hands on the wall, boxing me in. “I let you go.”

“But you still want me.”

“And you still want me. We’re playing a dangerous game, Sienna. I can’t want you.”

“And I can’t want you,” I snap back. “And yet, here we are. We both want each other. Let’s just be together. Make peace. We can have a happy ending.”

He huffs. “There’s no such thing as a happy ending for us and you know it.”

I grab his shirt, pulling him in closer. “I don’t want to let you go.”

“And I don’t want to let you go.”

There’s a breath between us before we’re kissing again. It’s somehow even more passionate than before.

But then Dante pulls back and gives me a wild look that makes my arousal flare through me. He takes my hand and tugs me along until we’re out of the club.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“I’m taking you back home with me. Now.”

We make it to his car. I know that I can’t wait to be with Dante again.

“Take me,” I whisper into the dark air.

With a low growl, he opens the back door and motions me inside. I lay down on the back seat and Dante gets in, hovering over me. In one fast motion, he pushes my dress up and rips my panties down.

“You’re already wet for me?” he asks in his dark voice that sends a shiver over my entire body.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Fuck.” He unzips his pants and pulls his length out. The sight of it makes my body tremble. I open my legs wider.

Dante doesn’t hesitate to thrust right into me. Our moans fill the car up. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me.

And then we begin to fuck. I’m not ashamed of the word anymore. I need this just as much as he does.

The car rocks as Dante rocks his hips against mine. I arch into him, desperate to get as close as I can.

He pulls the strap of my dress down and exposes my breast before his lips capture my nipple. My moan is the loudest it’s ever been. This is pure and utter freedom. Getting lost in Dante’s arms.

His lips find mine as he thrusts into me with wild abandon. I tighten my hold on his waist. I needed this. God, please forgive me. I’m not sure if God is even listening anymore and honestly, I don’t miss him. Not when I have Dante.

I grip his back. “I need you closer.”

Somehow, he presses his body even closer to mine so there’s no space between us at all. Dante’s thrusts are without mercy. They hurt and yet, they’re exactly what I need.