Page 43 of Stained In Sin (The Twisted Trilogy #1)

Evelyn

One Week Later

I wake up early, with the dawn filtering in the vast window. Dante is holding me tightly to his chest. I could live with this forever—his embrace and affection.

Over the last week, I have experienced many emotions— guilt, shame, and content. Mostly content. I broke down several times, but Dante is always there to pick me back up.

My raspy voice has dissipated, and most of my physical pain is gone. I still face the lingering emotional pain sometimes, but it’s getting better.

I go to get up, but he pulls me in tighter.

“Where do you think you’re going, princess?”

“I want to have my coffee, now let me up,” I squeal when he flips me onto him.

My back presses into his chest as he skates one hand onto my throat and the other to the inside of my thigh. My skin tingles at his touch, and electricity surges through my core.

“What about what I want, baby?” he whispers in my ear and bites down on my ear lobe.

“What do YOU want?” My voice drips with sarcasm.

His tone drops as he breathes against my skin, “I think you know what I want.” He grinds his erection against my ass and I feel my insides fluttering. He knows how to drive me to the point of madness.

“I want you to use your words,” I whisper back.

His groans against my neck as he moves his hand from my throat to my breast, squeezing tightly.

His tone is low and erotic, “I want to suck on those plump fucking lips, then I want to bite on your perfect tits. Once I’ve done that, I want to taste your sweet pussy. After I lick up every last drop, I want you to beg me to fuck your tight little cunt.”

I move my hips slowly, grinding back into him. He pinches my nipple, and my back arches in pleasure.

“Then do it already,” I barely get the words out before he has me pinned down onto the mattress.

He licks his lips as he stares down at me, his eyes raking over my body.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

He attacks me viciously, his teeth puncturing my bottom lip. I let out a whimper. He licks from my chin to my ear, releasing a breath against my sensitive skin. He moves down to my neck and sinks his teeth in. My body squirms beneath his touch. I need more.

He lowers himself to my breasts and he bites and sucks eagerly. Swirling my nipple with his tongue before he nips the peak between his teeth. My breathing is erratic, and the blood rushes to my ears.

He moves lower, licking from my breasts down to my waist, settling himself between my legs.

He grips underneath each leg and presses his touch firmly on my clit, gliding his tongue down.

He teases my entrance with his tongue, gently swirling.

I let out a soft moan at the erotic sight.

He stares up at me, his eyes full of primal need.

He sucks on my clit as he slides his finger into me. My hips move on the ir own, chasing the pleasure. He brings his other hand out from under me, pushing my hips flat against the bed.

I feel my orgasm building. I close my eyes and let my head fall back. Just before the stars come into my vision, he stops. He stands at the foot of the bed and stares down at me with wild eyes as he gently strokes his length.

My chest heaves as I wait for him to continue.

“What do you want, princess?”

I roll my eyes in annoyance.

“Please, fuck me, Dante.”

I spread my legs wider, inviting him in. A sight I know he can’t pass up.

“You want me to make you feel good, baby?”

“Yes. Please.”

He gives me a devilish grin, and he rushes me. He lines himself up quickly and pushes in, as deep as he can go.

“Oh, Fuck, babe,” I moan.

He pounds into me harder, not giving my body any chance to relax. I am suspended in a euphoric bliss. For the moment, it is just him and me. We are entangled in pure ecstasy.

“Your cunt was made for me,” he groans into my ear.

Stars dance around my vision as I orgasm. My body trembles beneath him as he continues to take what he wants. My nails dig into his back as he stares into my eyes.

He bites his bottom lip as he pounds into me faster. The head of his length swells as he spills a warm pool inside of me.

“You are always what I want,” he says as he places a passionate kiss on my lips once more.

I love this man.

* * *

“You look…happy.”

I give a sympathetic smile to Astra, who looks like she has been beat to shit. She is definitely doing drugs still. I hate that for her, but who am I to judge?

“I’m doing better,” I admit.

“How is your back?”

She winces as she moves onto her side.

“It fucking hurts. I am tired all of the time, and the staples holding it together are swollen. They said I was lucky, considering I’m still alive. I don’t feel lucky. I feel like fucking shit.”

“I’m sorry…”

She rolls her eyes at me.

“Don’t. I did this to myself.”

The guilt settles deep.

“Well, I’m glad you’re still alive… that we both are.”

“You know you owe me a lot of money for that stunt you pulled.”

I can’t tell if she is joking or not.

“Sorry, I’ll pay you back.”

She giggles at my response. I am so fucking confused. I think she’s lost her mind.

“Do you still not remember what happened?” “No… I went to the trail, and then I remember lying on the ground, and then a man said that Dante killed Amara. After that, I was trying to call for help. Then nothing….”

I nod, looking down at my hands.

She throws a remote at me and I barely catch it.

“Let’s watch Real Housewives.”

I smile at her, curling up next to her on the sofa. Dante and Lucien will be gone for a while, so we have time to catch up.

* * *

Dante and Lucien emerge from the elevator reeking of smoke and whiskey. Dante tosses a bag on the counter and grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

I rush up to him and wrap my hands around his neck, giving him a quick kiss.

“Everything go okay?”

He knows I’m curious, and he always shuts me down. Even though I’d never run. I know what he has been through, and I’ve decided to accept him for what he is. I never want him to change.

He gives me a soft nod and spares me the details. I squeeze his middle before returning to the sofa.

Lucien stole my spot so I settle for the chair. Dante comes over quickly, motioning for me to stand so I can sit on his lap.

I melt into him as I cuddle into his chest.

Lucien gives him a nod from the sofa as if they are speaking in code. Dante gives me a tight squeeze, making me feel uneasy at the silent interaction.

“Astra, we need to talk.”

Astra stares at Lucien as if he has lost his ever-loving mind. I tense in Dante’s arms.

“I quit cheating on you, so that you would get off the drugs. I, however, found some pills in your nightstand. Despite what you told me, they are new.”

Astra shifts her gaze to the floor. I roll my fingers in gentle circles on Dante’s chest, not wanting to be a part of this conversation.

“I lost my sister.” Her eyes swell with tears as her voice cracks.

“We have all lost people we have loved, Astra. I’m not asking you. I am telling you. You can have the drugs, or you can have me.”

Her lip trembles as she tries her best to keep her composure. Her eyes lift to meet Lucien. He stares sternly back. Dante brushes my hair with his hand, and my head settles against his chest. He knows I’m uncomfortable.

“I will never choose you,” her voice edged with something dark and dangerous. She quickly stands, wincing in pain, and rushes out. Lucien follows, I’m sure, to make sure she doesn’t hurl herself over the edge of the mountain.

I stay quiet and stop circling my fingers when Dante grabs my hand, squeezing gently.

“I know she is hurting right now. She will come around.”

My words catch him off guard as his expression hardens.

“I know, baby.” He lifts my chin and gives me a delicate kiss. I pull back and give him a hopeful expression.

Hope is all I have for Astra right now. She needs all the hope she can get.