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Rachel

I stretched in bed, waking up after the most restless sleep I had ever experienced.

Even worse than after what had happened with Alex.

Even after what my dad did for me. I was selfish enough to sleep easily, despite the fact one was dead, and one was in prison.

The first few weeks afterwards had been the most difficult, but I soon moved on and slept with ease.

Last night had been different.

Even after a relaxing bath, I had still seen every hour on the clock. I lost count of the number of times I had woke up from a dream of Dante and was left with no choice but to fuck myself. It only took the edge off the burning heat that surged through my body whenever I thought of him.

But outside of Dante and my need for him, I was painfully aware of how much I had neglected my body and how much yesterday had worn on me. My arms hurt, my stomach was rumbling, my lip was stinging, and I was still raging beyond belief at what had happened.

I could hear movement throughout the house, letting me know everyone else was up and alive, busy starting their day.

I sat up and pulled my purse over to me, swearing under my breath when I remembered Dante had tipped all my belongings out, and I had swept them to the floor before I climbed into my bed.

I got to my knees and leant over the side of the bed, scrambling for my phone when I heard the click of the door.

“Now that’s a welcome I could get used to,” Dante’s amused voice came from behind me, and I cringed, knowing he was getting a full view of my naked behind. I hadn’t wanted to put my dress back on, and the towel had unravelled whilst I slept.

“Considering you’re not welcome,” I said, grabbing my phone and pushing myself back up until I was sitting cross-legged on the bed, not bothering to cover myself. “I wouldn’t get used to anything.”

I shot Dante a nasty look, but he wasn’t paying any attention to my face. His focus was on my tits, my stomach, between my legs.

“Getting a good look, are you?”

“Could be better,” he responded with a smirk. “Bee’s eating breakfast, so I’m up for a make-up quickie if you are.”

“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer.” I rolled my eyes at him and climbed off the bed, standing completely naked before him. “Clothes.” I demanded.

“What’s up with that?” He nodded at the dress I had been wearing yesterday.

“Oh, let me think,” I said sarcastically, beginning to count on my fingers.

“I wore that dress all day, including eating in that disgusting diner, and on the back of your bike. I was tied up in that dress for hours on end, had dinner more or less spilled on it, blood on it – not all mine, granted, but it’s there, nonetheless.

I was spat at in that dress, knocked about in that dress…

I’m running out of fingers, so need I continue? ”

“You missed out ‘my pussy was wetter than ever before whilst wearing that dress’, but you more or less covered the basics.” He grinned back.

“Don’t flatter yourself. Is this your attempt at shitty humour?

Because it’s not working. I’m not interested in being your friend or building any sort of relationship with you.

The less I have to deal with you, the better.

Just tell me where to get some clothes, or I will walk straight to breakfast exactly how I am. ”

“Be my guest,” he stepped aside and gestured to the hallway.

Oh, fun! A game of chicken!

Never one to back down from a challenge, I did exactly that, walking straight past him, knocking him with my shoulder as I did so.

I turned around once I was in the corridor and raised an eyebrow in a silent question.

He answered by pointing to the left, so I spun back around and marched down the hallway.

My skin tingled with awareness, knowing he was watching my every move. My hips swayed of their own violation, and I knew my ass was jiggling.

I ran with it, slowing my movements down, my back straightening as I gave him the best show possible. I could hear him following me, and I got the sudden sensation of being hunted down, predator and prey, and a jolt of electricity shot straight to my pussy, making me clench in excitement.

I had just made it to the top of the stairs, committed to walking through the entire bar completely naked, when his hands wrapped around me, picking me up in one smooth movement.

He pulled us into a dark corner at the same time as he spun me around, and my legs immediately wrapped around his waist. His lips fell on mine the minute I was facing him, and we completely attacked each other, each of us fighting for dominance over the kiss.

I bit down on his lip, his fingers dug into my ass.

I stroked my tongue along his, and he slammed me into the wall, trapping my head so he could angle the kiss how he wanted, his tongue dancing with my own.

My chest pressed against his, and I hissed as my hard nipples rubbed against the material of his shirt, earning me a grunt of satisfaction from him.

He pulled away from my lips and buried his head in my neck, planting kisses along my collarbone, sucking the skin hard enough to leave an immediate bruise.

I reached between us and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pushing it up his body.

He kept me pinned to the wall with just the strength of his lower half as he removed his hands from me long enough to pull the shirt over his head before kissing me again.

His hard cock was pressed against me, straining to be free, and I wiggled my hips, grinding against him, my hands clinging to his bare shoulders to steady myself.

His hands crept to my tits, grabbing my nipples and squeezing hard, testing my pain tolerance.

It stung, but I just hardened our kiss, quickening my grinding.

He squeezed my nipples harder and then he pulled on them, sending another sharp sting through me.

My hands flew up to his hair, grabbing fistfuls between my fingers and pulled as hard as I could.

I let out a groan of pleasure, and I heard the victory growl vibrate in his throat as he somehow pressed even closer to me, letting go of one of my tits as his hand travelled to the button on his jeans. I clenched again as I heard him pull the zipper down and, with a quick tug, freed his cock.

Both of his hands grabbed my inner thighs and brought them up, bending me in half against the wall, my knees against his chin as he rotated his hips, sliding his cock against my pussy, covering it in my wetness.

I tried to thrust against him, to encourage him to slide inside me and fuck me until I was screaming, but he held steady, giving me a sharp, warning bite on my lower lip. A bite that meant stop taking control.

Fuck that.

I waited until I felt his cock slide against me in just the right spot and I thrust forward again, feeling the tip of him spread my pussy open.

“Rachel,” Dante growled, moving his lips to my ear.

His tongue swirled around as he spoke to me, the wetness sending shivers down my spine as it contrasted with his warm breath.

“From this moment on, you belong to me. From now on, whatever I say, you do. You’re fucking mine, and I will kill to keep what belongs to me. Including you,” he threatened.

“For once in your life,” I whispered back, not at all bothered by his threat. If anything, it turned me on more. “Just shut up and fuck me.”

He did exactly that, his cock slamming into me with such force the breath left my lungs as my back crashed into the wall.

My pussy stung as his huge cock spread me open, but I didn’t care. I bit down on my knee and dug my fingernails into his shoulders, leaving small crescent moons behind.

“Fuck,” he all but growled down my ear, and that one simple word was my undoing. My pussy clenched around him, hungrily drawing him in deeper. I pulled his head back by his hair and lowered my mouth to his, sinking my teeth into his lips.

“Fuck me, Dante,” I whispered against his lips, grinding against him. He hadn’t moved after the initial thrust inside me, and it was driving me mad. Nothing felt like it was enough. I needed everything he had and more.

“Dante!” A sharp voice came from behind us, making us both jump as we both came back to reality and remembered where we were. “Get some fucking control! Your daughter is downstairs waiting for you both. Put your skank down and get some fucking clothes on.”

Dante growled, looking for a moment as though he was going to ignore the interruption, but another bark of his name had him whispering “to be continued” against my lips as he thrust into me once more.

I moaned low in my throat, not caring who was watching.

Using the wall for support, I thrust my body into him, tempting him to stay inside me, offering him all that I had.

He looked almost feral, his eyes dark. He placed one hand on the wall behind us and took a deep breath.

The woman I recognised as his mother threw some clothes at us and stormed down the stairs as Dante pulled his cock out of me and lowered me to the floor.

Before I had time to react, to show my disappointment, he sank to his knees and quickly buried his face between my legs, seeking out my clit and sucked it into his mouth.

I brought one leg up over his shoulder, leaning back against the wall as his tongue flicked against my clit wildly.

He pulled away long enough to spit on his fingers before he looked up at me, locking eyes with my own, and winked at me.

Then, he pushed two of his fingers inside me and his tongue went back to its assault.

I bit down on the back of my hand as his fingers slammed in and out of me, curling inside me to rub against my g-spot. I bucked wildly, grinding against his face, quickly coming to the point of no return.

Just when I was on the brink and about to scream the entire house down in pleasure, Dante pulled away and clamped his teeth down on my inner thigh, making me scream for a completely different reason.

“What the fuck!” I pulled away from him and he stood up with a grin. He sucked his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them of my pussy juices.

“Just in case you had any ideas about fulfilling those threats you made last night. Now everyone can see you’re marked. Get dressed. I’ll see you downstairs.”

He walked away from me, wiping his mouth with his hand. As he was halfway down the stairs, he looked up at me and winked again, laughing to himself as he continued his descent.

I could have screamed.

My pussy was aching, my thigh was stinging, and my head was spinning.

As the cold light of reality clawed its way back in, I had a sickening thought.

Had Dante really threatened to kill me?

And, more importantly, why had I liked it?

Why had I bucked against him, practically begging him to fuck me?

I was one fucked up woman, because rather than being scared, I couldn’t wait for round two.