Page 217 of Fallen Omega

“I mean, there are different belongings and I’m choosing to say no. To this. To you in this place. I’ll earn my keep by singing. I’ll make extra waitressing. And I’ll live in my room at Pandora’s.”

“That place is beyond expensive.”

“Then I’ll work for your competition.” I don’t know their competition and that club I did sing at was pure sleaze beneath the expensive layer. I wouldn’t work there, but I don’t care what he thinks. I need to lash out. “That place we went to?”

“Not happening and stop testing me.”

“I’m not. I’m leaving and we will never be a thing again, fuck the bites and fuck you.”

Dante nods slowly. “That is the idea, Angel.”

This time, he grabs me and throws me over his shoulders, drags me back and into the elevator. He savagely punches the button as he dumps me on the floor.

“I should fucking skip straight to chaining you up and forget the whip, getting out the nastiest paddle I own out instead.”

“Stop it. You don’t have a paddle.”

“I fucking do. Jesus. Isn’t it enough I fucking bit you, licked your blood? Isn’t it enough I told you my goddamn name? And you walk. I put my life on the line with that evil bitch who birthed you. And you fucking walk?”

“You put jack shit on the line, Dante.” I manage to kick him.

Suddenly he slams his hand on an elevator button, and it jerks to a stop. He grabs me, shoving me against the wood paneling and he turns me, so I’m facing the wall. He rips up my skirt, pulling my ass to him as desire whips to a frenzy inside.

He shoves a finger into my pussy and fucks me with it. “You let them fucking take you in front of me? What kind of whore are you?”

“One that doesn’t want or need you. One whose nice feelings really are hate.”

“For them?” he asks against my ear. “Or me.”

“You.”

He pulls out and shoves his finger in my ass, fucking me hard.

I whimper.

“What the fuck do you want from me, Angel?” The hiss of his zipper is electric and my blood pounds as he pulls out his finger and slowly stretches me open. He sinks into mewith his cock.

Then he starts to take me hard and everything’s on fire, like this is right, like we belong, and I can barely breathe.

“What do you want fromme?” I snarl. “Because I tried, but I don’t want you anymore.”

“Liar.”

“You bore me.”

“Lies.”

“I…hate…you!”

“Fuck, yes!” He slams into me deep, coming, his pulsing orgasm sets off mine, and I almost cry out when he pulls out and turns me.

I’m all dancing pleasure centers, and he knows he got away with the same thing of just using sex over words, sex instead of giving his heart.

Crumbs.

I shove him away as he goes to kiss me.

“Fuck, Angel.” He tucks himself away. “What do you want from me? Answer me.”

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