Page 15

FOURTEEN

Dante

She continues to hold my head to her chest while humming and stroking my hair.

“What are you doing?” I finally ask once my heart rate returns to normal.

“Sometimes a comforting embrace and soothing sounds help with night terrors,” she whispers in my hair, like she’s afraid I’ll have another episode.

“It was just a nightmare,” I insist.

“It seemed more stressful than your other ones.”

“Other ones?”

“Almost every night.”

It’s new information to me, but I’m not surprised. Her presence and questions have stirred up memories and feelings that I’ve long repressed. He didn’t physically molest me, but he fucked my mind. My hate for Father has intensified to where I’m not sure if I want to kill him or torture him for months, then kill him. Her heart beats under my ear and I breathe in her scent. She’s comforting me when it’s the last thing she should be doing. Keeping me alive is one thing, but hugging away my nightmares is different.

Conditioning is difficult to break. The mind has to be untwisted and put back into normal reasoning mode. I’ve broken away from a lot of Father’s teachings, but it appears at least one was still present. Since my thirteenth birthday, he’s found brutal ways to remind me not to touch his daughter. I don’t know if he did it to all of us, or if he thought I was somehow special. Either way, he’d find a new way to hurt me just to relay the same message. That’s how I knew she ran. He’d shown up at my temporary home with his other thugs in tow. They held me down while he hit me repeatedly. There were so many ways I could have killed them all that day, but I’d made myself believe that this was some sort of ritual of his.

I didn’t understand the need to do this, since he’d sent her from one boarding school to another to keep us from knowing where she lived. I hadn't asked about her, nor had I fully laid eyes on her until she decided to break from her family. I still only saw her as Father’s daughter and nothing else. Each day she chips away from my perception, showing me the woman she is underneath my blinders. I already knew that she’s nothing like him. She’s too emotive and tactile to be him.

He has no feelings, but the one thing that bothers him is me touching his daughter? Too fucking bad. The concept crumbles away so effectively that I almost feel the crumbs. I’m going to touch her everywhere, inside and out, because she wants me to do just that.

Her body shivers when I kiss her throat, and she freezes when I trail those kisses to the part of her chest that’s exposed from the V of the t-shirt.

“Dante?” My name is a question and a moan.

“Hmm.” I continue to plant kisses on her exposed skin.

“Your meds...” My beard teases her clothed nipple as my hand digs into her side to keep her close.

“What about them?”

“They must have you hallucinating or something because you’re kissing me,” she whispers, like speaking too loudly will break the trance.

“I’m lucid.” My mouth finds her nipple and bites her through the fabric.

Her body jerks from surprise, but she doesn’t speak. My hand dips below her shirt, then between her warm legs. I don’t go straight for her pussy. Instead, my hand is close to it when I squeeze her inner thigh.

“Get rid of the fucking shirt, Gatita .”

She follows my order, and my mouth reunites with the nipple I met through the fabric.

“Dante, if this is some kind of test to see if I’d have the willpower to deny you while you’re under the influence, I will fail.” She whimpers when my fingers find her wetness and toy with her slit. “I’ll fail so fucking hard.” Her honesty is noted, but this isn’t a test.

I switch nipples and groan when my fingers dip inside; so hot, so wet. She holds on to my head as she rides my fingers with no shame. Her hips undulate until the movements become jerky, and I remove my fingers to coat her clit with her juices. Each of her moans go straight to my dick, sounding like a personal call to action that makes it hard until my underwear feel painful and restrictive.

Hearing her come is as melodic as her voice and sounds like my new favorite song. Her sweet body clings to mine as she regains composure. Enough of this . I move to get on top, but she stops me.

“Wait! Your leg. You’ll bust your stitches. And your underwear.”

I rip them off, and she slowly shakes her head.

“A man ripping off his own underwear is something I didn’t know I needed to see in this lifetime.”

“Get on my dick.”

She hesitates for a moment. “Wait, what?”

I pause. Maybe she just liked reaching for an unattainable goal. “Forget it.”

She stops me when I try to turn over. “No! Wait. I was just making sure I wasn’t hallucinating.”

As she climbs on top of me, the silkiness of her thighs caresses my waist and her soft hand wraps around my hard dick. I bite my lip to keep from getting too carried away. I’ve never had sex for pleasure. I’ve seduced women for a mission or two but haven’t fucked for the sake of fucking. The novelty of it died on my thirteenth birthday. Until now. This anticipation is different from anything I’ve experienced before.

My dick pushes through as she lowers herself on me. She rocks her hips a little to accommodate me, but it only teases me more. Grabbing her waist, I thrust up as I pull her the rest of the way down. We moan in unison as she pulses around me, hot, wet, and perfectly snug.

“Oh, man!” she moans as she throws her head back. Her nails dig into my chest, leaving little ripples of pain that contrasts with the pleasure from her grinding her pussy on me.

“Fuck, Inaya. More.”

She pauses and looks at me like she’s trying to figure out a puzzle. “You know my name?”

She’s right. I’ve never used it before tonight, even when thinking about her. I know her name, age, date of birth, allergies, fears, and favorite foods, to name a few. My dick jerks inside of her when I push myself up to get in her face.

“Yes. Does it fucking matter right now?” My fingers tease the back of her neck when my hand cups it.

Her hooded gaze is so full of desire that I almost get lost looking into her eyes. “Hell, no.”

Inaya kisses me and catches me off guard. It’s another thing I don’t do just because. Her taste draws me in, and I can see the benefit of kissing for enjoyment. The feel of her lips on mine, the slide of her tongue, the way she moans into my mouth all makes sex feel like a new experience.

Pulling her hair until her head falls back, I attack her neck with kisses. She bucks against me, and I know she’s holding back because of my leg injury, but it isn’t necessary. I need to work out my frustrations.

“Inaya,” I begin, but she grabs my face with both hands.

“Go for it, Dante. Grab my neck, choke me, and call me an idiot.”

Fuck. That’s sexy. I grab her neck and squeeze just enough to take some of her breath away. This is the fun part. I know exactly how much pressure to use for any purpose. Her pulse beats erratically under my hand.

“Is that what you like, Idiota ? A little degradation?” Her pussy clamps on my dick.

She tries to answer, although she’s having issues breathing. “For...you...yes.”

Her desire drips down my dick, showing me just how much she loves it. Inaya works her hips as she chases her next orgasm. I fight to keep my eyes from rolling back and add more pressure.

“If you like it rough and rude, wait until my leg heals, Gatita . I’ll take you on the edge of insanity and bring you back. You’ll be begging me to stop while wishing for more.”

“Yes, please,” she begs.

I take control, grabbing her ass and guiding her to the punishment her pussy craves. The scrape of her nails burns my arms, leaving red trails behind. The thought of how they'll look tomorrow makes my dick jerk and my balls tighten. Her pussy pulsates faster and deeper. She’s almost there.

“You will come for me, Idiota.”

She explodes when I tug at her clit. My dick loves her orgasm milking me. Her lack of oxygen is giving her a high she’s never experienced before. Watching Inaya’s eyes roll back does it for me. I come hard, filling her with all my lust and frustration. I release her before she can pass out and chuckle to myself when she falls back onto the bed.

Be careful what you wish for.

The throbbing in my leg awakens me, but the soreness throughout my body quickly follows. My throat burns, probably from gulping ocean water. Yesterday was a taxing day, so I’ll need to take it easy today. Big brown eyes greet me the moment I open mine. Inaya is studying me much like she did the first morning when we slept in the same bed, but this time she has the dumbest smile stretching across her face.

“?Buenos días!” she chirps, far too chipper.

My laughter escapes before I can stop it. “You’re so fucking annoying.”

She yelps when I push her, then flip her onto her side. I grind my hard dick on her plush ass. It feels so good that I emit a low growl. The scent of sex is still on her skin and knowing that I marked her is far more satisfying than I care to admit. This is not my goal or mission, yet I cannot feel the irritation I usually feel from a plan going awry. Right now, I just want to fuck despite all the signs my body is giving me to rest. I grab her chin to tilt back her head and run my nose along the side of her neck. She releases a soft hum but doesn’t say anything.

My fingers find her pussy, dipping into the wetness that’s already waiting for me. I want to dip my face in it and drink from her until she can’t give me anymore. I push the thought aside; this isn’t going anywhere further than me getting my dick wet.

“Don’t confuse this, Gatita. It’s just fucking.”

Her acknowledgement gets drowned out by a moan when I slam into her unexpectedly. I screw my eyes shut from the pleasure, because I’m trying to understand what’s different. Why does this feel so fucking good? I drive into her harder. I want this new side of my brain to shut the fuck up. Her screams oscillate between pain and pleasure and that somehow makes all of this better.

Each hard thrust makes new pain from my wound shoot through my body, and I accept it. Pain is familiar, the pleasure is new. It’s only fitting that I feel both in equal measure. It reminds me that even with pleasure, pain isn’t far behind. Especially for us.

She arches her back away from me, attempting to soften the next blow, but I grab the back of her neck and bend her forward to go deeper. Inaya yelps, then moans, because her body is confused. It’s so satisfying I bite my lip until it hurts.

“Don’t run from it. This is the dick you wanted since your eyes landed on me. You were in captivity, and your pussy still wanted me.” My fingers on her clit makes her entire body shudder.

“Oh, god,” she moans as I continue to fuck and finger her in tandem.

“That’s not my fucking name.”

She’s about to come, gripping me so fucking tightly, I know it’s going to be intense for her. Inaya screams my name, conflicted like I’m abusing her and she likes it. I don’t let up, continuing to force myself inside her tight hole. Switching up, I withdraw, then slam myself inside in perfect rhythm with contractions.

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” she pants as I punish her with one orgasm that turns into another.

Her last yell is hoarse and sounds close to agony, but her body pushes back like she’s seeking more. That does it for me. I growl as I unload into her, releasing my nightmares and pain with my cum.

She rolls onto her stomach once I release her. Lying on my back, I bend my leg to see the bandage. No major bleeding, although it throbs like a bitch. Last night and this morning I've taken my body too far, but it was worth it. Tucking an arm behind my head. I watch Inaya’s back rise and fall rapidly while she gasps for breath as if she just finished a marathon. Good. Maybe she’ll sleep for the rest of the day.