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Fuck, his lips were softer than I thought they would be.

My breathing increased as I became aware of how close we were, how our bodies had moulded against each other.

I could feel the bulge between his legs press against my stomach.

I saw the way his eyes dilated as I looked up at him.

I felt the familiar tingle as my nipples hardened in awareness, in response, and that’s when I knew I was truly fucked.

I hadn’t left this world behind at all. I had just buried it for a while.

The thrill of danger had always been my kink. Some women responded to flowers, I responded to wildness. People always said fight or flight, but in my case, it was fight, flight, or fuck. And I always went with fuck.

There was something titillating to have a man capable of murder, capable of killing you in a second, to have him so angry that he appeared to hate you, only to then channel that hate into fucking you senseless.

If you’ve never been fucked as though you were hated… I’m so sorry. But I loved every minute of it.

I would be a brat every step of the way, but once a certain point was reached, I’d submit under them and take all the nasty, degrading, humiliating sex they had to offer.

They might have thought they were dominating me, but what they didn’t realise was I had won.

I owned them. So long as they desired me, they could never truly leave me alone.

I had them dancing to the beat of my drum.

I might get off on them calling me a filthy slut or slapping me so hard my teeth rattled.

I might enjoy them choking me to the point of blacking out, but it was my pussy they thought about before they went to sleep.

My pussy that was their first waking thought.

It was my pussy they were begging to tense up on their cock, desperate to cum inside.

If that wasn’t erotic, I didn’t know what the fuck was.

“Try it,” Dante said, swallowing hard. “You’ve some ego if you think—”

“What? Think I’m attractive? Seductive?” I laughed again.

“You came in here guns blazing because of something you had heard. You didn’t even know if it was true, but jealousy had you reacting.

I saw the way your jaw clenched when I wiggled my ass downstairs earlier, letting everyone in that bar get a look at the goods.

And this,” I reached between his legs and grabbed hold of the bulge straining against his jeans.

I cupped it, massaging it with my palm. “This tells me that I don’t need to think.

I know. And so long as this is the reaction you have, I’ve more power than you think. ”

His lips clamped down on mine then, taking my breath away with the force of his kiss.

I recovered quickly, stepping up as far as I could on my tiptoes to kiss him back with as much force as he was offering me.

His fingers dug into my hips tighter as I moved my hand away so he could pull me in closer, our bodies so close, I’m surprised we didn’t blend into one.

My hands crept up to his shoulders, and he lifted me up with one smooth sweep, wrapping my legs around his waist as his hands fell to cup my ass. I grabbed fistfuls of his hair as tight as I could, slipping my tongue in his mouth as his lips opened in a gasp of pain.

He met my silent challenge and grabbed hold of my ass tighter.

I bit down on his lip, and he spun us, slamming me against the wall so hard my breath left my body at once.

I locked my legs at the ankles and pushed on the small of his back, feeling his cock through his trousers hit between my legs.

He felt it too, and his cock jerked in response.

He ran his tongue along mine and then sucked my bottom lip into his mouth.

Using the wall as a support, my hands still grabbing his hair, I began to grind on him, my body leaning forward, so my tits were in his face, my lower back and ass against the wall, my hips rotating, swirling, rocking against his.

My pussy clenched in excitement as he growled low in his throat, but before I could tease him anymore, he spun once more, walking with me in his arms.

He threw me backwards on the bed with such force my teeth rattled, and I bit down on my tongue.

“So long as you react like that,” he panted, looking down at me with such disgust I almost recoiled from it. “Then I have more power than you think. Get some sleep, Rachel, before I do something to you that you’ll end up regretting for the rest of your life.”

He spun on his heel and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him. I jumped off the bed and ran after him, opening the door to shout after his retreating form. “If you could just point the way to Malfoy’s house, I’ll go let him finish what you started, since you’re too pussy to do it!”

He didn’t give me a reaction, so I slammed the door shut again and assessed the situation.

I could escape right now. I could genuinely leave and give it my best shot to get the fuck out of here.

How long would it take him to notice? No doubt he had people on guard, anticipating this, and would I really want to be that predictable? It would end in my punishment, that I knew for certain.

And then there was the question of where would I go? My mother wouldn’t have me back. I needed visitation rights for my dad, and I had no friends left. At least, not friends I should be getting involved with.

How pathetic was my life that staying here was the safer option?

At least here I had shelter. Out there, I was a sitting duck, exposed to the elements as I tried to hide, waiting for Dante to come find me.

Which he would. I had no idea where the fuck we were, and he knew this place like the back of his hand.

Instead, I grabbed the chair Dante had tied me to earlier, bent down to grab the broken plate shard, and carried them both to the other side of the room with me, opening the one other door in the room, smiling with satisfaction when I saw it led to an ensuite bathroom.

I slipped inside, shoving the chair up against the handle of the closed door and gave it a quick test to prove it wouldn’t open, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It wouldn’t stop Dante if he really wanted to get in here, but at least it would give me some warning.

I placed the broken plate on the cushion of the chair and turned around, flicking the lights on to take in my surroundings.

I blinked rapidly as my eyes stung, adjusting to the light, and it dawned on me how long I had been sitting in the darkness for. The bastard probably would have left me there until the morning if it wasn’t for the dinner incident.

That might actually have been a better outcome than the one I was currently living with. I had pissed Dante off, and he was either going to be the type to go away and calm down or go away and think of how he could meet my challenge and win the game.

Forcing those thoughts to the back of my mind, I scanned the room, pleasantly surprised with all that I found.

There was a large bath on the back wall, with a little table next to it full of a variety of different products.

There were numerous cupboards and cabinets, and a quick inspection showed me they contained medicine, towels, and hair styling tools.

I grabbed one of the fluffy towels, the dressing gown hanging on the inside of one of the cupboards and threw them on the chair near the bath.

I gave the door one last test and satisfied that I would be at peace for at least a little while; I turned the bath taps on, and sat on the toilet, waiting for the steam to fill the room as I processed everything that had happened in just a few hours.

As I slipped into the bath, breathing a sigh of relief at the way the water soothed my aching body, my thoughts soon went to Dante and the kiss we had shared.

I let out a small groan as my pussy throbbed in response. It had been so long since I was touched by a man, and Dante was just beast enough to be the perfect one to end my unwanted celibacy.

My hand slid down my stomach and between my legs as I imagined him joining me on the bed he had thrown me on, staring down at me with an animalistic hunger, wanting to devour me.

Fuck me, I really am in trouble, was my last coherent thought before I gave myself over to the fantasy, sinking further down the bath as my fingers slid inside my waiting pussy.