Page 15 of Tainted Love

Dante keeps his eyes trained on me, testing my reaction as he slides his thumb in less than an inch. I sigh, longing for even more of his thick digit but he refuses me. He just massages along my opening with his eyes on me, smiling at the pleasure overwhelming my body.

“You’re tight, Lucy,” he says, his voice dripping with desire. “Relax.”

I nod, unable to say a word.

Dante pulls his hand away and brings his thumb to his mouth. He tastes me on his skin, sucking his own thumb clean of my moisture.

A chill climbs down my spine as a deep chuckle fills the back of his throat.

“My god, Lucy…” he growls. “You taste like…”

He lowers himself down to me and runs his lips against my neck before landing a firm kiss on my mouth.

“You taste like a good kill,” he says.

I quiver with fear, suddenly remembering who this man is between my legs. My wrists tremble against my restraints. I realize how foolish I’ve been to challenge him.

There’s no way out of this without submitting to him completely.

“I wonder…” he continues, studying my frightened eyes, “if you feel like one, too.”

Dante rises again, this time grabbing his huge cock and sliding it downward to meet my slit. I grip the headboard, preparing for his urgent thrust, but he moves slowly, almost with a degree of hesitation.

His tip pushes inside, and he closes his eyes to feel it.

Pleasure rocks me instantly and I moan for more of him, but he keeps himself still. He exhales with heavy breath as he struggles to control himself.

“Mr. Hart…” I sigh, willing for his eyes to open.

They stay closed as his hands fall to my waist. He pulls me closer, burrowing his shaft even deeper inside of me. I moan louder, feeling every inch of it stretch me out. My hips jolt, begging for his thrust, but he digs his fingers into my skin to hold me down. The ends of his mouth twitch as I squeeze him from the inside, but he still refuses to give me what I want.

“Mr. Hart…”

Dante’s eyes open slowly, and I see it staring back at me. Those eyes, far different than they were before. That playful, boyish charm is gone, leaving behind the black, soulless eyes of only one thing.

A killer.

“Dante.”

He leans over me and lays a hand against my chin, drawing my mouth toward his. “Say it again,” he whispers.

I shake in his hands. “Dante—”

His lips crash into mine. “Lucy…” he groans, moving a hand along the bedspread toward his bedside table.

He reaches over and grabs something from the drawer. I can’t make it out in the darkness until I hear it flicking open.

I jolt in fear at the knife glimmering next to his lifeless eyes.

“Shh…”

He offers me a soothing kiss to silence me. I keep my eyes open, watching his hand move above my head. He slides the blade between my wrist and his tie and slices it apart with one quick flick.

My hands fall to my sides. Dante tosses the knife away before kissing me again. He juts his hips forward, rocking us both with a hard thrust.

I moan between his lips, holding his body even closer to mine as sweat gathers along his rough skin. My fingers drag across his body, feeling the bumps and tears of scars along his back and abs.

“Oh, god—”

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