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Rachel

Dante’s words sent a chill down my spine. They were said so softly, but the coldness in his voice chilled me to the bone.

“I like to keep surprising people.” I muttered back, trying once again to remove my wrist from his grip.

He smiled cruelly at me, squeezing my wrist to the point of pain.

He lifted it higher, stretching my arm up high, and brought my body closer to his own.

“Oh, look, we’re back to the part where you use your giant size against me. I’ve never read that chapter before.”

“Do not,” he hissed. “Do not keep testing my patience, Rachel. This is not going to end well.”

I rose to my tiptoes and brought my face close to his.

“So, it's okay for you to basically call me a whore, and say I slept my way through the ranks of employment – which is a bit rich coming from someone who takes the riding life a bit too literally, if you catch my drift. But it’s not okay for me to clap back? Fuck off, Dante.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Like what?” I let out a rough laugh. “Not submissive? Not quiet? Not bending to your every whim and need? Because I have a fucking brain. Because I’m my own person, and not an extension of your wants.

Because I’m a goddamn human being, and my thoughts and feelings are just as important as your own! ”

“Oh Rachel,” he said, placing two fingers under the bottom of my chin, tilting my head back as he brought his head down to whisper against my lips. “If only you were as important as you think you are.”

That did it.

I reacted on instinct. My knee came up, kneeing him straight in the balls, and the heel of my hand came up to connect with his nose.

A loud crack resounded out as Dante let go of my chin and stumbled backwards.

I stumbled back myself, rubbing my arm as he finally let go of the iron grip he had on it, and braced myself for retaliation.

I straightened my spine and threw my head back in defiance.

It would be a cold day in hell before I cowered.

“Are you fucking psychotic?” Dante growled.

He crossed the small distance between us and grabbed my jaw.

“You want to talk about being treated equally?” His warm breath hit my face as he spoke, and I forced myself not to flinch under his anger.

“How about I hit you back? My safety is just as important as yours. How would you respond if I slammed my fist into your nose?”

“Do it,” I said, pushing my face up to his so my nose was pressed against his. “I fucking dare you. You wouldn’t be the first man, and I guarantee you won’t get the fucking reaction you’re looking for.”

He wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand and smeared it down my face. “How much do you want to bet?”

I curled my lip in disgust, but I didn’t recoil from it. “Try it. See what happens.”

We both stared at each other, our breathing hard as we faced each other off, silently daring the other to be the first one to break the hold.

“You are infuriating,” Dante said finally.

“You—” I said, but I never got to finish. Dante crashed his lips onto mine, stealing the scathing words I had been about to spit at him.

“You are infuriating,” he murmured against my lips. “But fuck me, you are the sexiest woman I have ever known.”

His lips came to mine again, and this time, he ignited a fire inside me. I grabbed hold of the back of his head and kissed him harder. He tightened the grip he had on my jaw and walked me backwards until my back crashed against the edge of the bar.

He picked me up easily and sat me on the wooden top, knocking away the pint glasses without once breaking the hold of our kiss.

I spread my legs immediately, and he stepped between them, grinding himself against me.

I pawed at his shirt, my hands slipping underneath it to feel the solid muscle of his chest, and he pulled away from me for a second to pull it over his head, giving me complete access to his upper body.

He grabbed hold of the hideous chequered shirt I was wearing and tore it open, buttons flying across the room.

He pushed it down over my shoulders, leaving me in just my bra and kissed me again, his hand coming around my throat and gently squeezing.

It was the middle of the day. Anyone could walk in here at any time, and the thought just thrilled me more.

There was a primal urge inside me to claim Dante as my own.

I didn’t even like him. He was cruel, vicious…

a complete brute. But at this moment, I wanted the world to know that he belonged to me.

I pushed myself to the edge of the bar top, my ass hanging off the edge of it so he could grind against me properly. The material of my trousers rubbed against my pussy, and I could feel the bulge in his trousers, creating the most delicious friction that had me craving so much more.

I reached between our bodies and undid the button to his trousers and used my feet to push them down his hips, my hands greedily grabbing his cock the second it sprung free from its prison.

He let out an animalistic grunt as soon as my hands touched him; the sound vibrating through my throat as his tongue danced with my own.

“Stroke me,” he murmured against my lips.

“Show me what else those hands can do besides deliver a mean right hook.” He smiled against my mouth, eliciting a small laugh from me as he spoke.

I fisted his shaft and pumped up and down, doing small flicks with my wrist to rotate my movements.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispered, and I was lost. So fucking lost. Wanting to be praised by him.

I wanted him to be pleased with what I was doing.

Any other time, I fucking hated to be praised, but turn me on, and I can’t get enough of it.

My pussy was throbbing, and all I wanted was for him to take away this ache. To shatter me and tear me apart as he pounded inside me.

“Fuck me, Dante,” I whispered, and he needed no further encouragement. He picked me up once more, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lowered me onto one of the tables. I placed my feet on the edge and opened my legs wide for him, showing him how wet I was, how much I wanted him.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes never once leaving my body. I reached between my legs and opened my pussy lips for him. He grabbed his cock at the base and stroked his length as he positioned himself at my entrance.

I waited, my breath held as he rubbed his cock along my pussy, covering the tip of it in my wetness.

The tip of his cock circled my clit once, twice, and then, without warning, he slammed inside me.

My head fell off the edge of the table as I opened my mouth on a silent scream.

He didn’t give me a chance to adjust. He grabbed hold of my hips and hauled my body further to the edge, and fucked me relentlessly.

I pushed my body up, resting the palms of my hands on the table so I could look between our bodies and see his cock pounding in and out of me, getting slicker and wetter every time.

“Dante,” I breathed, and his hand came back around my throat, holding me in place.

“You’re such a good girl,” he growled, fucking me even harder. “Take my fucking cock, Rachel. I want to feel your pussy clenching around me. I want to feel you drawing me in, taking all I’ve got.”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as wave after wave of pleasure screamed its way through my body. He let go of my hip and his thumb came to circle my clit, sending my pleasure even higher.

“Fuck, Dante, harder, harder…” I breathed, thrusting my hips up to meet his every move. My pussy was beginning to hurt with the force of his fucking, but I welcomed the pain – enjoyed it even. His hand on my throat squeezed, cutting off my breathing.

“Do you want to cum, Rachel?” He said, bringing his head to mine again and ran his tongue along my bottom lip.

I nodded, unable to talk with him squeezing my throat.

“How bad?” he asked, squeezing even tighter, cutting off my breathing completely.

My vision began to sway, the lights dulling.

My orgasm came crashing forward the more I felt like I was going to pass out.

I swear, I would happily have died, so long as he kept choking me and fucking me like I was worthless.

The table creaked across the floor with the force of our movements, and yet he still managed to fuck me even harder.

My pussy tightened around him, and he let out a growl so ferocious I moaned as well.

It was such an erotic sound, and I would have sold my soul to hear it again.

I hated when men were silent in bed. Give me moans, pants, groans, growls… give me it all. There was nothing hotter than when a man let go and gave in to what he was feeling. The noisier the better as far as I was concerned.

I deliberately tensed my muscles again, earning another growl from him. His hand left my throat and grabbed a fistful of my hair, tilting my head back.

“Dante, I’m so fucking close,” I breathed, and he grinned at me.

“You want me to make you cum?” I nodded. “Tell me who you belong to.” He said simply, slowing down his movements.

I almost cried. I tried to rock against him, but it he pulled away from me, his cock almost leaving my body.

“Dante, please,” I begged, doing my best to shuffle back towards him.

“Who do you belong to?” He repeated. “Tell me whose old lady you are. Tell me who’s cock you’re craving. Tell me where you belong, and I’ll make you cum, Rachel.”

I locked eyes with him, meeting the challenge in his gaze. I shook my head, refusing to say the words.

“Tell me,” he said, breaking the eye contact to whisper in my ear.

He gave one small thrust, enough to make my body crave more.

His tongue came out to swirl around my ear, leaving a small wet trail in its wake.

The next time he spoke, it sent chills down me as his cool breath hit against the wetness.

“Tell me who you belong to, and I swear I’ll make you feel so fucking good.

I’ll make this pussy purr for my cock like you’ve never done before.

But you need to be a good girl, Rachel, or else I’ll think you don’t want it. ”

I shook my head, and he picked up his movements, fucking me harder once more. I grabbed his shoulders so he couldn’t pull away from me this time and pulled him closer to me.

“Nice try,” he whispered, burying his face in my neck, and biting down where he could see my pulse beating frantically. “Say it. Say you belong to me. Say you’re mine.”

I gasped as he bit down hard enough to leave a bruise. “Last chance, Rachel.” His other hand squeezed my clit tightly at the same time he pulled his cock out of me. The minute he left my body, I said it.

“I’m yours, Dante. I belong to you. I want you to fuck me.” I rushed out, my voice full of longing, almost pleading and begging, and we both knew it.

He grinned at me, both hands grabbing my hips and flipped me over. I barely had a chance to steady myself before he slammed back inside me, fucking me from behind.

I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white.

“Yes, Dante, yes,” I screamed with relief.

My orgasm built higher and higher, and before I knew it, I exploded into a white-hot flash of pleasure that had me screaming as I saw stars.

He continued fucking me, drawing out every last millisecond of my orgasm, until I thought I couldn’t take any more.

And then, just as soon as it happened, it was over, and he was pulling out of me, hurrying to pull his trousers up. I climbed off the table and looked at him.

“Did you…?”

“Nope,” he said simply, doing up the button.

“Why?”

He let out a cruel laugh. “You’re really going to ask why?

Why the fuck would I want to cum inside you, Rachel?

You’re fucking nothing. And seeing how easy it was to get you to submit to me after the pathetic act of bravado you’ve been putting on this past day, I’m not even sure it's worth even trying again. You’re not old lady material, you’re not much of anything at all.

” He spat at me before walking away, leaving me feeling like complete shit.

I knew I shouldn’t let his words get to me, that he was just lashing out, deliberately trying to hurt me, but I couldn’t help it.

I hadn’t had sex in years. And even when I had been having sex, most of it hadn’t been consensual. There was a lot about me Dante didn’t know. That I didn’t want him to know. But, other than a handful of occasions as a teenager, I had never willingly given my body to anyone.

Apart from him.

“I wouldn’t want to be your old fucking lady,” I shouted after him, feeling the anger rise through my body, replacing the hurt.

“You made me cum, big fucking deal. You’re still a fucking cunt, Dante.

A cunt that no one wants. No-one could ever want.

I know it, you know it, and it won't be long before Bee knows it and she gets the fuck out of here too. The sooner you leave this world, the fucking better it will be.”

I grabbed my shirt off the floor and hurried up the stairs, never once bothering to look back down and see if he had even heard what I shouted.

Fuck him.