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Evelyn

My neck stings from where Dante sunk his teeth in. I feel my breathing escalate, and my eyes feel heavy. He does things to me that I can’t explain.

Dante has a reputation. A reputation for being heartless and cut-throat. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself and his family. He was the single most dangerous man in our college until he graduated last year. Now Lucien holds the title.

I feel scared and safe at the same time. No one can touch me, he would never let them. He already made sure I knew he would kill someone if they ever did. He doesn’t act like he would ever hurt me, but that’s what Astra thinks about Lucien. I can’t be as naive as her. This man could still hurt me emotionally, even if he wouldn’t physically.

He stands before me, sipping his drink, looking out the window. He wears black pants, a tight black t-shirt that hugs his muscular build perfectly, and black combat boots. His tattoos snake down his arms onto his hands and peer out of the top of his shirt, covering his neck. His dark hair is shorter on the sides and messy on the top. His jawline is sharp and defined, with a hint of stubble. He looks so dangerous. So forbidden. My mother would never approve, and my father, well, he’s up for anything that gets me out of his house, I think.

I have never seen Dante date anyone, but he has had his fair share of women, and from what I know, they all seem to have lived to tell the tale.He won’t hurt me, right?

He places his drink down, removing myself from my thoughts, and he stands before me. Towering over me as I sit on the sofa. He kneels in front of me. His eyes are hungry. They are cold and black. He looks like he really could devour me right now.

He places his hands on my shoulders, and he slowly runs his hands down my bare arms. He stops when he reaches the hem of my silk cami. He goes to lift, and I grab his hands.

“Wait…”

He pauses, looking at me inquisitively. I don’t actually have a reason to stop him. My body craves his touch. I don’t want to believe it. I don’t want to believe that I am falling for this kind of man.

“I’ve waited long enough.”

He continues to slowly lift my shirt, while my mind screams at me to run, and my body feels weighted down. As if I have cinder blocks anchoring me in my place. I want to stop him, but I don’t, as he tosses my shirt to the floor behind him. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I never really do; they always feel constricting, and I prefer the feeling of freedom. My breasts are exposed to him, and I instinctively cover myself, crossing my arms over my chest. Embarrassment taking over my body.

He grabs my wrists, prying them away from my body, and I let him. I take a deep breath to stop myself from panicking.It’s okay. You want to feel the thrill. Don’t you?

“Fucking perfect,” he praises me as he leans in and sucks on my nipple. My body tingles from his touch. I feel a pool of arousal gathering between my legs. He moves onto the other side, sucking and teasing my sensitive nipple with his tongue. A whimper escapes from me.

He uses his hand to grab the other one, squeezing and rubbing his thumb over the sensitive bud. I try to squeeze my legs together to ease the ache between them.

He releases himself and stands before me, my eyes immediately land on the erection that is practically bursting from his pants before me. I have never done anything like this before. I have never done anything other than make out with a guy. It is all so foreign, but I need it. I need to let go.

He unbuttons his pants and pulls down the zipper. My lips part, and I wet my lips in anticipation.

“Do you want me to stop?”

He asks me as he hooks his hands in the top of his pants.

“No,” the words practically rush out of me. I don’t recognize myself right now.

He gives me a sinister smile as he pushes his pants down slightly, letting his cock spring from the confinement.

“Kneel,” he commands in a chilling voice.

My body moves slowly, knowing I can’t back out of this. My body wants this. I have never been more turned on in my fucking life. I kneel before him, looking at the floor as I try to rationalize my actions. I shouldn’t be doing this.

“Chin up.”

I lift my chin to meet his gaze, refusing to show weakness.

“Good girl.”

Those words penetrate deeper than any words he has spoken to me. His words of praise heat my core. He pulls his phone out and takes a picture of me kneeling before him, with my tits on full display and his length just inches before my face. Fucking asshole.

“Don’t fucking do that.” I spit the words out as if they were venom on my tongue.

“Don’t worry, princess. It’s for me.”