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I toss my phone and spread her legs further, exposing her to the elements. I glide my fingers up her folds, spreading her arousal. She’s so fucking wet.

She whimpers when my hands leave her. I undo my belt and slide my pants down, freeing my erection. I swipe up her folds and coat my length in her arousal.

I groan as I stroke myself before her. She is the reason I have no control over myself. She is my fucking weakness. The way she fights me. The way she fucking looks at me. The way she bleeds for me. It makes me fucking weak.

I bring the head to her entrance, and I slide myself in. Her warm pussy welcomes me as her walls tighten. She lets out a moan as her back arches. Her perfect nipples are erect. She’s fucking perfect.

I slam into her, and she throws her head back in pleasure.

I pound into her, watching the way her body reacts to me. The way her moans call to me. She enchants me.

I snake my fingers through her hair and tug her head back as I pick up the pace. Her moans become more frequent as her body begins to tense. I know she’s fucking close.

“Who do you belong to?” I grunt through gritted teeth.

“Y-you,” she moans.

“I b-belong to you, Dante.”

She shudders around my cock. It swells in response, and I explode inside of her, pumping her full of my cum.

I press my forehead into hers. Our heavy breathing fills the air around us, as the smell of sweat and pleasure laces around us.

“You’re fucking mine.”

I pull myself out of her and put myself away. She sits up and grabs her leggings. She slides them on and crosses her arms over her chest, looking down at the ground.

I slide off my shirt and toss it to her. She gives me a small smile as she pulls it over her head.

She looks back at the ground, and I step into her, lifting her chin. She looks up at me with sparkling eyes. I kiss her plump lips softly, and she melts into my touch.

I pick her up and hurl her over my shoulder, knowing that her fresh wounds probably sting like a bitch— but I don’t care. She likes the pain.

I wish I could keep her with me tonight, but my fucking father decided that I have to go out on a job tomorrow. This one is local. This one is going to be fucking personal. I know it.

23

Evelyn

The smell of Dante permeates the air. The scent of mint and whiskey. This time it’s laced with smoke. I didn’t know he smoked. The innocent thought crosses my mind.

I sit stiffly in the passenger side of his car. The same car he kidnapped me in. I know I set him off in my room when I told him that I wasn’t scared of him. He made sure that I was. I am.No, you’re not.

He made good on his threats. No one will ever want me now. I have his name permanently on my skin as a reminder. A reminder that I will never be free.

He grips the steering wheel tightly as he drives away from the abandoned shelter. I look out the window at the dense forest.

“How did you find me?” My question comes out quietly.

“Cameras.”

I roll my eyes. Of course he has fucking cameras.

“How many cameras are in my bedroom?”

“Just the bedroom? Five.”

“How many others are there?”