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But we both knew it was a lie, and the mocking gleam in his eye proved that.

The minute I heard him undo his zip, I knew what was coming and my body had responded. My nipples hardened, my skin flamed, and my mouth watered.

I hadn’t really put any effort into escaping his grip, and that was the truly embarrassing thing. Despite everything he had done, despite what had just happened in this very room, despite all the blood, pain, and devastation that had happened, I still wanted this. I still wanted him .

I was completely fucked, inside and out.

He rotated his hips, sliding his cock along my lips, and before I could think twice, my lips parted further, my tongue darting out to taste him.

Fuck, but he tasted good. I couldn’t stop my body from shuffling forwards, getting closer to him. My head leant back, opening my throat, my lips parting further.

He hissed as my tongue stroked along the length of him, and that hiss was my undoing. I grabbed the base of his cock and slid my lips down him, taking him deep into my mouth. He thrust his hips again, encouraging me to take more of him, and I obliged, swirling my tongue around him as I did so.

“Fuck, Rachel,” he breathed. His grip on my hair tightened, threatening to tear it out. But I didn’t care. The sound of his voice as I brought him pleasure was like heroin to me, and I wanted to hear it again.

I needed to hear it again.

I started moving quicker, bobbing my head up and down, taking him as deep as I could.

He grabbed my hair with both hands and thrust his hips wildly, making me choke as his cock hit the back of my throat.

My hands fisted, refusing to give in to the gag that threatened to spoil my fun and slipped off the bed, kneeling on the floor in front of him so I could tip my head back further, taking more and more of him.

His growl of approval had my pussy weeping, the juices spilling down my inner thighs.

My head fell back against the bed, and Dante was over me in a second, fucking my mouth, taking all control away from me. All I could do was open wide and grasp his hips as spit dripped down my chin.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned with a thrust of his hips.

My lips reached the base of his cock, and he held still, holding himself deep down my throat.

I choked, my eyes flying wide as I struggled to breathe, but he kept me pinned there, his cock throbbing in my mouth.

I clawed at his thighs, and he responded by pinching my nose, completely cutting off all breathing.

My chest heaved and my throat made a gargling noise, spit dripping down my chin.

Just as my vision began to blacken, he finally pulled out with a pop.

I pulled in heaving gasps, my eyes watering.

“The noises your throat makes gagging on my cock are fucking unreal,” he whispered, his throbbing cock rubbing my lips again.

I flew forward, sinking my lips down on him and sucked him like my life depended on it.

His knees buckled as my tongue swirled around the tip, my hands coming up to play with his balls, feeling them jerk against my palm.

He tried to push me back again, but I held firm, pushing at the same time as he pushed, and once again his cock slipped down my throat, but I kept going, refusing to let the power slip to his side.

He wasn’t going to dominate me, and throat fuck me on his terms. I took control, humming low in my throat, sending vibrations through his body.

He growled in response, and I did it again, this time deliberately allowing myself to gag on him, loving the way his cock jerked in response to the noise.

There was a power vortex at play, both of us fighting to be in control.

I was violently sucking his dick, and he met me move for move with a violence of his own.

I picked up the pace, bobbing up and down faster than ever, my hands gently squeezing his balls.

He growled low in his throat, and I hummed in response.

I grabbed hold of his hips and opened wide, and he took the hint, thrusting so hard I felt his ass tense beneath my hands with the force of his movements.

I wasn’t going to let him win. Despite how much I was enjoying myself, I wasn’t going to allow him to think his so-called punishment had worked.

I wasn’t going to wait until after it was over to hear his mocking tone as he called me a good girl for making him cum. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

And an idea came to mind.

I put on a good show, gargling on his cock, letting the spit fly from my mouth.

When I felt his thighs tense, I tightened my grip on his hips, and with one final jerk of his cock, I pushed him with every ounce of strength I possessed and dipped low, slipping between his legs and scrambled to my feet.

I looked back long enough to see his cum land on the bed. His back arched as he fisted his cock, pumping up and down, too far gone to stop his orgasm, even if he did have to finish himself.

“When I said go fuck yourself, I meant it. Looks like I won.” I hissed at him when he turned wild, animalistic eyes on me.

And then I ran.

I ran like my life depended on it.

I heard him roar and begin to give chase, his footsteps barely making a noise behind me. I didn’t need to hear him. I felt him. I could feel the anger, the desire, the need to punish.

I gritted my teeth and willed my legs to go faster, flying down the stairs at superhuman speed, cursing the small spiral towards the bottom as I tripped. I heard the banister creek beneath my hands, and then a flash of movement in the corner of my eye, followed by a loud thud.

A scream caught in my throat as Dante jumped the banister and landed in an angry crouch at the bottom of the stairs.

I skidded to a stop, both of my hands clinging to the banister rail. He stayed crouched, but his head lifted, his eyes locking onto mine.

“That,” he said with a ferocious snarl. “Was a very foolish mistake.”

My breath hitched in my throat as he slowly began to rise, stalking towards me with slow, deliberate steps.

I tried to think of a smart response, but I came up with nothing. I knew I was going to get caught, and I knew I was going to get punished for it, and the thought fucking thrilled me. I had wanted him to chase me. I wanted to feel hunted by this beast of a man.

My pussy was soaked, my clit beating in response to his steps.

“Dante,” I breathed, taking a step back. My voice sounded breathy and excited, and I knew he heard it, too. He grinned at me, a sadistic, cruel grin that still somehow managed to make my pussy tense with excitement.

“Try again,” he challenged. “Run, kitten. Because when I get hold of you, I can promise you, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

I turned, and I ran.