Page 48 of Throne of Sin

“No.” I try to shake my head, but he tightens his hold on my hair.

“No, what?” he asks.

Another brush of the gun. Why does this feel so damn fantastic? I should be shitting myself, not about to orgasm.

“No, Sir?”

His lips push against my neck and he nips at my skin. “It’s no, Master, to you.”

I want to refuse, but his gun stops, and my hips continue trying to work my clit into a frenzy like a junkie needing their next fix. If orgasms are the addiction that kill me, so be it.

“No, Master.” I’m hardly able to say it.

His gun moves again and my body explodes in warmth. Light dances behind my eyes. “Don’t you dare hold back, or I’ll fuck you right here for all of them to hear.”

I allow for an unladylike moan to escape my throat and ride the orgasm for all it’s worth.

“Good girl.”

“Dante,” I pant, my legs shaking from the sudden rush.

He pulls the gun from under my dress and I’m suddenly self-conscious of what just happened.

Tanya walks back into the room as if she had her ear on the door waiting for me to finish. She puts on a fake smile for Dante but levels me with an angry glare.

“Your dress, Demi.” She hands me the garment as if she hadn’t been the one who demanded to wear it.

An Escalade is waiting for us when we step outside. Neither Dante nor I speak as I float between post-orgasm bliss and embarrassment.

After a long, silent drive, we pull up to a dark alleyway.

“This is the place?” I ask, confused. The area is dark and the building nothing like the fancy venue I had envisioned.

“I was going to do this with you, but I changed my mind.”

I cock my head, confused about what he’s talking about. He opens the door, latching onto my hand, practically dragging me out of the car.

“I’m not the pushover boy I was back then.Thisis who I am now.”

He opens the door to the run down building and it makes a piercing noise before slamming shut with an echoingthudbehind us. I jump closer to Dante and he links our fingers together, leading me deeper into the darkness.

“This is where I do bad things,” he whispers into my ear. “I’m nothing like the boy you once knew.”

I swallow down my nerves, my fingers tightening around his.

“If you’re doing bad things, it’s for a reason. You’re the most level-headed person I know.” I know what he’s trying to do. He can’t scare me away.

“You need to meet more people,” he teases, before growing more serious. “I’ve never been a good person.”

“People may perceive you as a monster but you’ve always been a good man to me.”

He scoffs. “Don’t be making excuses for me. Have you paid attention to anything since you’ve come into my life? My brother is the Don of the Mancini family, I buy women from auctions, and I’ll never hesitate to hurt anyone who threatens my way of life. I’ve worked too hard to get where I am today.”

“The club girls look at you like you’re their savior. They would die for you,” I argue back, not understanding how he can’t see himself like I do.

“You don’t see the irony in the fact thatowningthose girls is the only good thing I’ve ever done?”

Dante lets go of my hand and turns on a light. A large board covered with pictures greets me. My eyes immediately narrow in on Jameson’s picture, among the many others.

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