Page 47 of Stained In Sin (The Twisted Trilogy #1)

Dante

My princess never ceases to amaze me. We sit at a bar in Miami, Florida. She looks so gorgeous. Her sun-kissed skin is glowing, giving her an ethereal look. She is wearing a silky halter top and a pair of tattered jean shorts that I can’t wait to take off of her later.

After our lengthy conversation about the fire, she seemed irritated. I knew my theory would spark a fire in her. She wants revenge, and she wants it bad.

I had to practically convince her to sit on it before she did anything rash. She agreed to come here, but only if I decided to let her have a meeting with Lucien and me when we return. My little princess is more like me than she thought.

She stirs her straw around in her drink, making the ice clink together.

She mentioned that she wanted to get away for a bit after her mother’s funeral, so the following week we packed up and flew to Miami.

We have been here for two fucking weeks.

Tonight is our last night here before we head back to reality.

The reality she knows now is drastically different from the reality she had a month ago.

A month ago my girl had her parents accepting me, inviting us over for di nners, and she was a ray of sunshine—most of the time. Now, she has me. That’s all. Her father moved to California this week, leaving my little princess with no one, except me.

“What are you thinking about?” Her question snaps me from my trance, only to realize I’ve been staring at her tits this whole time.

I flash her a smile.

“You know what I’m always thinking about.” I wink at her.

Her laughter is infectious. God. I love her. I don’t know when I started loving her, but that night, as she sat on the bed, frozen in shock, I knew I loved her. I never wanted to see her like that again. I haven’t said it to her since, and she hasn’t asked.

“You know, I have a lot more to offer you than sex,” she teases playfully as she gets up from her seat, turning and peering at me over her shoulder.

My eyes drop to her round ass. I’m going to fuck her brains out later.

“What’s that?” I bite my lip as she wiggles her ass at me.

“You’ll have to catch me to find out,” she winks and bolts out of the bar.

She drives me fucking mad. I pull out my wallet and slap a hundred dollars on the table, unable to contain myself, and I bolt out after her. I look left and right until I spot her running towards the peer. Fuck.

I bolt after her. I look up to see her reach the end of the pier with nowhere to go. My little princess is out of options.

“Didn’t think that one through, did you?” I tease her as I make my way down the pier.

Her hands move to the hem of her shirt, and she pulls it over her head, revealing her perky breasts. God, what I would do to scoop one up in my mouth right now, but my eyes drop to my name— perfectly carved into the skin under her tits. Fucking perfect.

“I think I have other options,” she winks at me as she moves her hands to the bottom of her shorts. I lick my lips, feeling the blood rush to my cock. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I stride towards her, and her movement halts.

“And why is that?” She sucks in her bottom lip biting it as she looks up at me.

I drop down to my knee in front of her and slide the velvet box out of my jeans.

“Because I don’t want the world to see what is mine.”

I open the box, showcasing a ring I had made just for her. A black diamond ring with claw prongs. It has a matte black band with an engraving on the inside: Always Yours.

I look up into her eyes, and the forest consumes me.

“Evelyn. I have never wanted anything more in my life. You are my reason for breathing, my reason for existing. I will never accept a life without you in it. You are mine, baby. You were always mine.”

She looks down at me, tears streaming down her face. Her nipples are hardened from the salty breeze that surrounds us. She wipes away the tears from her cheeks.

“Evelyn Blackwell, I love you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she says through her happy tears.

I remove the ring from the box and place it onto her finger. She looks down at the ring in adoration.

I stand before her and I swoop in to steal a kiss from my fiance. Our kiss is passionate and full of desire, as it always has been. I pick her up and spin her in a circle as she yelps and giggles. I place her back down on her feet, and she laces her arms around my neck.

I slide my hand up her bare skin and pinch her nipple. Her lips part, and she lets out a soft moan. Her eyes never leave mine. My little princess isn’t afraid of the pleasure I give her. Not anymore. She craves it the way she craves oxygen. She would die without it.

* * *

I take Evelyn back to our hotel, and I can’t keep my hands to myself. She has me wrapped around her dainty little fingers. I slam her into the wall, my hand snaking up her throat. She lets out a whimper at the pressure I apply.

“P-please, Dante.” Her voice is low and erotic.

My cock stirs to life. “Please, what, princess?”

“I want you to ruin me,” she breathes, “I’m yours.”

I remove my hand and quickly sink my teeth into her neck. She is so fucking hot. I will die a happy man knowing I got Evelyn fucking Blackwell as my wife.

I continue to mark her and ravage her body the way she begged me. I rip her clothes off of her and throw them to the side. She stumbles over to the bed and lies down on her stomach.

I smirk to myself, knowing that this is her favorite position. I scoop her hips up so her ass is high in the air. I kneel at the foot of the bed and bury my face into her sweet pussy. I lap up the folds and watch her as she grinds herself on my face. Fucking perfect.

I stand and deliver a harsh smack across her ass, leaving a red mark. She moans and her back arches. I know she is fucking dripping for me. I lean forward and grab her hair in a tight fist, making her prop herself up onto her hands, arching her back further. I line myself up and glide in slowly.

“Ahh, fuck, baby. Your pussy was made for me,” I groan.

She slams her ass back quickly, making me reach her hilt as she moans loudly.

I grip her hip with my free hand and work her back and forth on my hard length.

“Is this what you want, baby?” I say as I slam myself all the way in.

Sh e lets out a whimper, “Y-Yes.”

I smirk, removing myself and slamming back into her again.

“Fuck, babe,” she moans. My grip tightens around her hair.

I pull out once more, my cock teasing her entrance.

“P-please, Dante, I need you.”

With that I fucking lose it. I drive myself into her violently. Her ass smacks against me loudly as I pound into her greedy pussy.

“Oh my god,” she moans as her walls tighten against my cock. Her walls continue to spasm as I drive in harder.

She body goes slack as I fuck her like the slut she wants to be. I feel myself swell inside of her, and I erupt, letting myself come deep inside of her.

I release her hair, and she crashes against the bed. I pull out of her and slide myself to her side.

“I love you, baby.”

She tries to look up at me, but her eyes are heavy.

“Am I you’re only slut,” she mumbles out.

I chuckle at her bullshit question.

“You will forever be my only slut.”

I stroke her hair as she passes out. My baby needs to rest. I know she is going to have a plan for revenge when we get back. After all, she is engaged to me. Now, no one can stop her.