Page 26 of Little Sparrow

Rose

Dantescrubshishandsroughly on the towel until there's only a tinge of red on his skin. He rubs his dry hand over his jaw and pinches the bridge of his nose while his eyes close. I can tell he didn’t want to do that. My existence causes pain. I only wanted to compare the guard to Dante. I admit I had wanted to fuck him, I need life experiences and people keep taking them away from me. The craving to fill my body with a man takes over my senses sometimes, the demon inside me begs for it. Other guards had dragged Antonio away before he could touch me the way I had wanted. I stay silent while Dante steadies his breath, coming back to reality under the cries of our victim.

“He never fucked me. I tried. He resisted-” Dante’s angry eyes meet mine, and he storms over to me “My lips have never touched another woman since you. Did our kiss mean nothing?No one but me touches you, understand? You belong to me, always have been.” He caresses my jaw as he steadies his breathing, calming himself down. My long forgotten heart flutters in my chest at the gentleness of his touch, but harshness of his words. I stare up at him as his arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer. I rise on my toes for our lips to brush. He doesn’t stop, his hand presses against the small of my back and draws me against his chest so there is no more space between us. His kiss is rough and passionate as he moves his hands up my body to hold my head in place between his hands, fingers trailing through my hair. When he pulls back, his eyes dart between each of mine. The last half hour has been brutal for him. His reaction to Antonio kissing me, and the violence, fuelled by his jealousy.

A cry draws me out of my trance. Antonio. His blood dribbles from his mouth, and he stares at me with tears running down his pale cheeks. “You want this to end?” He nods his head, not being able to speak anymore. I sigh and walk over, crouching in front of him. “You understand that this will hurt?” he nods again.

Dante stares at me. I sense his dark eyes on me as I reach out to touch Antonio’s face. His body tenses and I hold on tighter, the tips of my fingers digging into his skull. Cries fill my ears. This time, taking a soul doesn’t feel as good, but this is mercy. My hunger grows and I pull harder. I let go when Antonio is a husk, slumped against the chair.

“He wasn’t lying, a succubus?” Dante’s voice pulls my attention away from the body. He can’t take his eyes away from my face, I’m not sure he has even blinked yet. “Your eyes glow. Like embers of a fire.”

A jolting sensation runs over me and I can’t help but approach him, reaching out my hand to hold onto him but he jerks back before I make contact.

I wince before dropping my eyes to the ground, and I bolt back up the stairs, needing to hide my hunger. I won’t stop pushing myself until I get to my old room and chain my ankle to the bed, like I had been taught. Knowing that it will stop me getting to anyone, the guards will know not to enter.

The door slams closed behind me. The clasp closes roughly as I fumble with my collar and I lock the chain against my ankle, panting from the rush. I can’t touch anyone when I’m still hungry for a soul.

My body curls inwards on the floor. The hunger overwhelms me. Voices echo through the door, shuffling noises. “Get out my fucking way,” Dante’s muffled voice comes from outside my door, oh please no. Something heavy drops on the floor. The door swings open and he walks inside, slamming it behind him.

He furrows his brow before crouching down next to me, stroking my hair from my face. “Please don’t.” I beg, squeezing my eyes closed. I grip both of my arms, digging my fingers into myself to make sure I don’t reach out.

“You’re in pain. What can I do to help?” His kind eyes stare back at me, but his lips thin while waiting for my answer. I’m glad he doesn’t rush me.

My head rolls so I can lean it on the cool wood to ease the headache that's approaching. It doesn’t work. “I can’t. Leo says no. I just need to suffer through this. Just go.” I wait for Dante to leave, but he doesn’t. He turns my head around and my body turns to him, the question in his eyes is still there. I lick my lips and answer honestly “I’m craving you. I need you.” Through clenched teeth.

Dante tightens his lips. “How?”

“Part of you, make it hurt.” I whimper, my eyes travelling down his body. He stands above me and his fists clench and unclench at his sides. I roll onto my knees, waiting for something, anything. His eyes darken as he looks down at me, running his fingers through my hair. He pulls out his gun and holds it to my forehead. I smile at the contact. He doesn’t move, all I can hear is his heavy breathing, when I look up at him through my eyelashes, his eyes dart between each of mine as his eyebrows crease in the middle. My eyes flutter closed as the barrel of his gun gently travels from my temple down along to my jaw.

“You look so perfect on your knees for me.” He rasps, my head tilts up further and I bite my lower lip. Nerves are taking over, dancing on the edge of my hunger.

“Tell me who you belong to, who you have always belonged to.” his voice turns husky, waiting for me to obey. “I belong to you.” I pant, rubbing my thighs together, my wetness spreading between them.

“Good girl, now open. Show me what your mouth can do.” He taps the gun against my lips, and something simmers inside inside, the hunger going down, replaced with anticipation.

My lips part for him and the gun slides sideways into my mouth. My heart beats erratically as he pushes the cold metal inside, gliding along my tongue, the metallic and smoky taste drifting into my senses. He pushes it as deep as it will go, not quite touching the back of my throat before pulling it almost all the way out before pushing it back in. If he is here to kill me, to take this craving away. I’ll be glad he’s the one to do it.

“Suck.” he orders, his tone raspy. I don’t close my eyes.

“Sei cosi, bella.” He whispers, pulling the gun from my mouth. A trail of saliva clings to it.

“Are you ready for my cock?” Dante undoes his belt with one hand and pulls it from the buckle. I watch every movement. The gun tips my chin up again. “Are you ready, Rose?” I lick my lips as he unzips his trousers and lowers them, my jaw drops at his size; a bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip. I’m soaked just thinking about him inside me. After Dante holsters his gun, his hand runs through my long hair again, guiding me towards him. Instinctively I suck on his tip, he lets out a pleasured moan as my tongue swirls around his head before taking him deeper, straight to the back of my throat and I hum. “Fuck, do that again.”

I do.

The hunger in me subsides. I keep sucking his cock sloppily. He doesn’t seem to mind my inexperience. He continues to grip my hair tighter. Thrusting his cock down my throat, harder and faster until tears roll down my cheeks. His fist tightens and my scalp burns as he rips my head back, holding onto his cock as white spurts of his cum land over my face and neck. A roar escapes his throat.

His whole body tenses, and he lets go of my hair. I fall back and lick my lips, his salty taste over my tongue. I watch intently as he tucks himself back into his trousers. “Better?” He asks me between heavy breaths. My head moves up and down. My craving has gone. For once, I feel satisfied.

“Good, Little Demon.” Then he leaves me covered in his cum, a smile spreads across my face. That was incredible. “Does it always feel that way?” I murmur to myself. A power runs through my veins and I can’t help but savour it. A darkness inside begins to unfurl and grow, eventually turning into a small storm. I rub my thighs together again, needing the friction. Is it too much to ask for more?

The door opens and one of the guards, Gabriele walks in, his eyes zeroing in on my face and what Dante left over me. He takes off his jacket. “Wipe your face and I’ll take you to the shower before Leonardo comes.” He keeps his eyes averted as he unlocks the ankle chain and guides me back to my room in a rush, making sure no one will see me.

Chapter twenty-seven

Dante

Thedoorslamsbehindme as I leave. One guard still stationed at her door watches me. Gabriele, known him since I was a kid, we haven’t spoken since I left. I turn and hold my gun. “Say a word to anyone that I was here and I’ll make you wish you were never born. Now get her to clean up.” Then I leave him.

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