Page 129 of Fallen Omega

“Dante?”

“Get. Dressed.”

“Dante, please, I…I want to come.”

She doesn’t move, and I haul her up. “Get dressed and get out. And no, you don’t get to come. Punishment, remember? So, you don’t come.”

“Or?”

I savagely round on her. “Or so fucking help me, I’ll chain you up in the dungeon. Get dressed and go to your room.”

“Dante, please.” She struggles, hopping around as she pulls on the booty shorts.

Her shirt’s down, but it’s wet from our shared fluids. She looks good and fucked.

“Jesus, dude.”

I whirl around at the voice. Knight stands there. Shock, anger, and disgust on his face. That’s for me. There’s concern, too.

That’s all for Lizette.

“What the fuck do you want?” I snarl.

“Showing off your tats?” He nods at my chest. “For the girl, or just because?”

Lizette shoves me, her clothes back on straight. “You’re an utter bastard.”

I ignore her flung words as she runs off.

Knight shakes his head as I button my shirt. “What the fuck’s wrong with you? She’s a good person. She’s lovely.”

“She’s a liability.”

“And you’re a fucking monster.”

With that, he takes off after her.

I close my eyes.

He’s right.

I’m a fucking monster.

The biggest one of all.

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

Lizette

I’m numb.

Aching.

Hurting from unfulfilled needs.

Humiliated.

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