Page 91 of Unspoken Obsession

I can feel him growing harder while my pussy throbs over him.

My body explodes in shock waves as the orgasm locks me onto him.

"Ah, baby." He groans as he slams into me one last time, exploding inside me at the same time.

We lie against each other, panting, my head at the edge of the bath.

I giggle when I see the disaster of a mess that we made on the bathroom floor.

He looks over the side of the bath.

"Nothing that a few towels won't sort out." He laughs, pulling me onto his chest as he leans back into the warm water.

Later that night Dante gets a phone call from Lorenzo.

He paces up and down at the foot of the bed and I am trying so hard to make out what is going on. His body is tense, his mouth pulled tight and his jaw muscles feathering.

But he is answering in one word. Short. Clipped. Not giving me any clues.

Finally, he says, "So, it's done then."

"Alright. Thank you. You guys better come home."

He hangs up the call and stands for a moment, pressing his fingers into his eyes. Then he turns to me.

"They raided the mansion of the man who purchased my sister."

"Oh," I say in shock as he walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge with his head resting in his hands. He takes a deep breath.

"They found the basement full of girls, all locked up in chains, in terrible condition. They have freed them all. Lorenzo and his team slaughtered every other person who was in that house. All of those people who knew about those girls being trapped down there who did nothing to help them."

"Your sister?"

"My sister was not there. And when Lorenzo questioned some girls - after everything was over - they all said the same thing. None of the girls live long. They get used and abused and left for dead - then they buy more girls to replace them."

Dante's voice is tight with pain -- an anguish I can't even imagine.

His sister went through that.

She was alone and in pain - and although he has given her the justice she deserved, it is still a bitter ending to his years of searching.

I crawl towards him on the bed and wrap my arms around his neck, holding him against me and running my fingers through his hair.

He leans his face against my breasts, and his tears soak into my shirt.

At least he is not alone now.

I will be here for him through his grief. I will do everything I can to keep his heart safe and bring him back to himself.

DANTE

Lorenzo stands in front of me in the hotel room.

He is as filled with grief as I am.

I can see in his eyes that what he saw in the basement of that house scared him in unimaginable ways.

"I made him pay." He says, not looking at me. "I made him suffer."

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