Page 38 of Hearts Of Darkness

I bring my hand down again, a little too hard this time, but I can’t contain myself. She whimpers, but keeps her mouth shut, and it turns me on even more. I desire her strength as much as her light.

I deliver three more blows, each one as brutally precise as the last, before I rip her panties down her thighs and thrust two fingers inside her. Jesus Christ, she’s wet.

“That turned you on, didn’t it, my angel?”

“I hate you,” she cries, her voice muffled by the pillow.

“It’s a fine line between that and the alternative,” I snarl, reaching for my belt.

14

EVE

The pain from the first blow forces the tears from my eyes.Damn, that hurts…Still, there’s a strange craving inside of me that’s superseding the worst of it. I’m aware of every curve and crevice of my body—from the heaviness of my breasts pressed up against the mattress, to the aching need deep within my core.

Everything is being pulled tighter into focus with each new blow. It’s degrading being treated this way, but the rush of dark euphoria is unlike anything else I’ve felt before. With a jolt, I realize that Iwanthim to do this to me.

I count five agonizing, intense, exhilarating blows before he finishes and leans over me, assaulting me with the scent of hot, excited male as his fingers push roughly inside me.

“That turned you on, didn’t it, my angel?”

“I hate you,” I lie, my voice muffled from the pillow, mycheeks damp from my tears. Maybe my words will disguise the truth from the both of us.

“It’s a fine line between that and the alternative.”

He’s right. I’m not fooling anyone in this room.

He removes his fingers and releases my arms from his grip. I whip around to face him, thankful for the dark so he can’t see my blushes. I watch, silently, as he strips—first his shirt, and then his jeans. In the dim light I can see he’s not wearing any underwear, and he springs free, primed and ready. My core is burning me up. I’ve never desired anyone as much as I desire him right now.

Kneeling before him, I slide my T-shirt over my head and remove what’s left of my panties. With a growl, he comes for me, driving into my body with all his tremendous weight, cupping my face in his hands as we tumble backward together onto the bed with me trapped beneath him. He’s savage and animalistic with his touch, scratching at my breasts and thighs with his fingernails in his haste to mold himself to me. I spread my legs wide, locking my ankles around his waist as he powers into me with one ruthless thrust. I cry out, arching into the dense wall of his abdominal muscles as his thick cock forces its way into my body.

He’s driving in and out of me at a feverish pace. My fingertips find his ass, digging deep, demanding more, feeling the powerful muscles flex as they work hard to comply. His own fingers are buried in my hair, holding me still. The slick sound of skin-on-skin fills the darkness all around us. A helpless sob escapes my lips. The tension between my legs is building, building, and I’m hurtling toward that cliff at a reckless speed.

“Do you feel me,” he demands roughly. “Do you feel howmuch I want you?”

“Harder,” I gasp out. “Fuck me harder, Dante. Take it all away.”

He falters, his head snapping up—his piercing gaze penetrating the gloom of the bedroom.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I beg him.

“Kiss me,” he urges, his lips seeking out mine as he picks up his crazy pace again.

Quickly, so quickly, the fire in my core returns, dousing every nerve. It’s more intense this time—a heady, speeding rush of pleasure—and I can’t control the potency of the flames.

Raking my fingernails down his back, I tear myself away from his mouth, screaming out his name. At the same time, I feel his cock jerking inside me, flooding me with his warmth. It doesn’t seem to weaken his desire. He’s still pounding into my body, regardless.

My second orgasm follows quickly after the last. After the third, I come close to blacking out. He’s not letting me catch my breath. There’s an edge of pain to my pleasure, too. It’s like I’ve come full circle, but I can’t stop craving this physical connection with him.

I never ever want to break away.

The next morning,I wake to the warmth of him wrapped around my body. His erection is pressed against the small of my back, and his heavy forearm is slaked across my waist, weighting me to the bed.

“Good morning,mi alma,” he murmurs. “Did you sleepwell?”

“Promise me you didn’t hurt her,” I say quietly. Last night my dreams were twisted visions of bloodied limbs and piercing screams. I can’t get Valentina out of my head. I want to see her. I want to beg for her forgiveness for telling Dante about what I saw.

“She’s alive. You must be hungry. I’ll arrange to have something brought up for you.” He rises from the bed, and the movement rocks me just as much as his reticence to speak about her. I’ll get no assurances from him. Perhaps the other girl, Sofía, might be able to tell me? Perhaps she knows where he’s holding her?

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