Page 31 of Little Sparrow

Rose

Dantegoestothebathroom and I hear water running, I can’t move just yet, I’m too sore. The first time a man had ever been inside me was the man I always wanted it to be, the one I had always dreamed of and thought I’d never have. With every thrust of his cock, something touched the surface of my skin, a darkened need. The only way I can describe it is tendrils of darkness unfurling from my stomach, spreading around my whole body, dancing throughout my body, ready to burst out of me. The other night it started, when Dante first slid his cock into my mouth and I tasted him. I call it the darkness but it’s my power, growing. It makes me feelalive. The sex was more satisfying than any other soul I’ve taken.

He walks back in, completely clothed. When he is beside me, he lifts me into his arms; I realise the water isn’t running in the bathroom anymore. He had filled the bath for me. “Am I dreaming again?” I can’t help but ask as my arms wrap around his neck. He holds on tight as he carries me to the ensuite.

“I hope not,” He replies, gently putting my feet onto the cold tile in the bathroom. He holds out his hand, I take it and he helps me into the bathtub so I don’t slip. I sigh deeply as I settle in the heat. I let out a moan as I lean back, the ache between my thighs eased by the hot water relaxing my muscles once I’m fully in and surrounded by bubbles.

“You’re sore. Let me take care of you.” Dante says while holding a washcloth. He squats next to the bathtub and dips it into the water, gently gliding it across my skin. Over my shoulder and over my breast, bringing back the sensitivity in my nipples; I bite my lip to hide the moan. The water trickles down my body as he lifts the washcloth from the water and repeats on the other side before lifting one of my legs out, the delicate touch on my ankle makes me shiver. He’s careful not to be too hard, the opposite of how he just was with me. His cock inside me felt unreal.

My hips move by themself as his hands glide up to my thighs, “You’re a greedy girl, wanting more already?”

“Mmm hmm…” my head tips back as his fingers tease my slit. But he leaves me wanting by pulling his hand out of the water. He laughs when I pout.

“You should relax. There are some things I need to sort out with my father.” He looks away.

“What happened?” I know I’m being nosy, but being locked away so long, I just want to be involved instead of only useful at Leo’s disposal. The more I think about it, the more I realise I was nothing of importance. A means to an end. Is it possible he only took me to hurt Dante? Could he have known about our dreams?

“There are decisions that need to be made between us. I’ll try to get rid of the guards or only have them around at certain times. Surely you have proven their trust?” My lips thin as I think about my answer. “I imagine so.” He strokes my hair away from my face “We will find out if they do, there is something we can try. Just trust me.” His face softens as he reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

Somehow, some part of me deep down knows I can trust him, even though we don’t know each other well anymore, I can feel it just like our dreams before. He was there to guide me. “What are you thinking of?”

“My father has set up a meal with a family to sort out some business deals. It’s the type of deal I don’t want to be involved in. If we can make a scene. A memorable one, their deal could be delayed or stopped.” He chuckles as my curiosity gets the best of me, I lean in closer.

“What types of deals?” I ask, but he looks away. It doesn’t take a genius to know that he is keeping a secret from me.

“Nothing interesting. I just don’t want the deal.” He responds curtly, his features hardening, I know I shouldn’t ask any more questions because he won’t answer until he’s ready.

“So what do we do?” I ask, this could be fun. It’s been a while since I did something that interests me, for myself and not anyone else.

His eyes flicker back to mine, and he smirks. “You sure you’re ready for it, Little Demon? There is no going back after.”

I nod with a wide smile. “Yes, tell me.”

My smile grows as he speaks. It’s only Wednesday, and Friday evening can not come fast enough.

Chapter thirty-three

Dante

Ican’tstayawayfrom Rose, now that I’ve had her, it’s not enough. The way people want to treat her around here doesn’t sit right with me. So to make it up to her, I tried to find her favourite milkshake here after a job at the docks. But, I couldn’t find the flavour she likes, so I got chocolate and pistachio instead. My father wasn’t happy when I said I wanted to work off the estate, but knows he has to learn to trust me eventually and with me willing to work alongside Giovanni, he will learn I’m trustworthy.

The large black iron gates are the same, they still make a groaning noise as they open and close to let me back in, a guard is now at the post. Bird’s are still singing as Autumn settles, the browning of leaves hidden among the green. I park my car outside the doors, knowing someone else will pull it into the garage. The steps up to the front doors feel long with each stone step. There are only four but I’m excited for Rose’s reaction. Something I never thought I’d be able to do for her.

The house is quiet, even though it’s not empty. There must be a meeting happening that I missed. Oh well. Right now, getting this milkshake to Rose is my priority, I’m not completely sure of my feelings anymore, my mind feels jumbled and I need to get myself together. Give myself a moment to myself tonight to figure out how things can go between us.

Rose answers the door after I knock twice, her eyes flicker down to the tray of take away cups. Her brows furrow. “What’s that?”

“A milkshake. I hope it’s an okay flavour.” I shrug like it’s no big deal but my heart is pounding. She opens the door wider to let me in. Quickly closing the door behind her, leaning up against it.

“Why did you want to bring me a milkshake?” She asks, looking confused again.

“In our dreams, I promised myself that I’d take you for a milkshake. Since you’re not allowed to leave with me and we are not in London. I got these instead. It’s not butterscotch though.”

“You remembered?” She mumbles, her eyes shine. Shit, maybe this was a bad idea. But she changes her mind and takes it from my hand, staring down at it like I had just brought her the moon. “Thankyou.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you last night.” I murmur, needing her to know. My father had been bragging for nothing. I really thought she wasn’t a virgin, but I had been waiting so long to be around her, staying away was too hard. Being gentle didn’t even cross my mind.

“No, it’s okay. The pain feels good, I like it.” She shrugs and takes a sip through her straw, eyes closing as though she’s enjoying the flavour. My dick twitches as her lips slide over the straw and I adjust myself before she realises.

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