Page 30 of Little Sparrow

No one had reported Dante's visit with me to Leo. I have been staring at the bedroom door all day, just waiting for Leo to come in and punish me somehow. I hear them speak about the dungeons underground in the guesthouse. Fortunately, I have never been down there. I’m not sure they have used them much since I’ve been here either, or at least since I controlled my power. It makes me curious why Dante took me to the basement to see Antonio. Leo had hurt no one down there, but it looked well used. Blood stains seeped into the stone, never to be washed out.

I lay back on my bed in the silent room, both my hands resting on my belly as I think about Sofia, Dante’s mum. Guilt runs through me and I roll to my side and stare at the blank wall. Was she taken to the dungeon before her death? She was a sad woman when she lived here, happy to get away, and it’s my fault she was forced back here.

I’m still deep in thought when I hear chatter through the door, I rise from my bed and tip-toe, closer and Dante’s voice travels through the wood, telling them to leave us and that we have some business to discuss. Instead the door swings open and I take two steps back. His eyes bore into mine as he watches me. My breath hitches as he takes a step towards me. Anger etched onto his features.

Chapter thirty-one

Dante

EverystepItaketowards her, she takes one back. Rose doesn’t realise, but she’s only backing herself into a corner. My lips twitch, and her eyes narrow, while my anger festering inside, starts to surface.

“Did my father ever touch you?” I force through my clenched teeth, and she laughs. Infuriating me further.

“Leo would ne-” She begins.

“Don’t say his name, just yes or no.” I interrupt, not wanting to hear his name on her lips. My father would have poisoned her mind to control her. There is no way a beauty like her couldn’t tempt him to stray. He has no morals, she practically wears nothing in this house. My hand reaches around her throat and I squeeze as her back slams against the wall.

“Don’t lie to me Rose.” She tries to shake her head from side to side. I relieve some pressure but keep her pinned against the wall, a voice inside my head screams at me to let her go, but I stuff it down. I need these answers.

“I’m not lying.” Her pretty little mouth opens and closes, I remove my hand completely and she sucks in a large breath. I cage her in my hands against the cream wallpaper instead. She watches me as I do, licking her lips.

My fingers travel down her face, moving down across her collarbone as I stroke back along her racing pulse. “Tell me,Little Demon, did you ever think of me?” my voice comes out low while our faces almost touch, and her breathing becomes laboured where I’m crowding her. She still doesn’t push me away. “I think of you all the time.” She confesses in a sweet voice.

I shouldn’t like that.

My forehead drops to hers. “Good, because I’ve always wanted you to think dirty thoughts of me.” Her eyes widen as her pulse races under my fingertips. My hand moves to the back of her neck, holding her to me. My thumb traces her jaw and I tip her head up. We look directly in each other's eyes as the world around us disappears. This is us. She clutches onto my shirt as she brings herself up to meet my lips.

I’m gentle at first but when she opens up to me, I can’t help but take over. My hands drift down the, curves of her body, lifting her up. Her legs wrap around my waist and I carry her over to her bed. I lay her down, lips never leaving hers. My hands drift over her smooth skin as they explore her. They travel over her perfect tits, her nipples pebbling under her thin black bra from my brief contact. She moans into my mouth. I pull the cup down and kiss down her neck and chest until I reach her nipple and take it into my mouth. She gasps, holding my head to her, enjoying the sensation. Her hands wrap around the back of my head, pulling me back up to her mouth.

I reach down between us to the button on her shorts and flick it open. The fabric glides down her creamy thighs, and her silk thong is now on show with a little wet patch on them, she won’t need those so I rip them off. Pushing her thighs apart, I stroke her sex, making sure I got a nice view of her pussy, spreading it apart with my fingers. Her sharp nails dig into my shoulders when I slide a finger inside her. She’s so tight. Her eyes flutter closed as I fuck her with my finger, not too deep, I only want to tease her. I circle her clit with my thumb and increase the sensations, helping her relax.

She breathes faster, and I can feel her clenching my finger. She is going to cum soon. I remove my finger, and she whimpers at the loss. But my lips travel down her body.

Rose gasps when I lick across her slit, tasting her sweet arousal. She’s like honey. My tongue flicks over her clit and I kiss her body, going back to her mouth so she can taste herself on my tongue, but she grabs my hair and pushes me back to her perfect pussy, I can’t help but chuckle. My tongue flicks across her clit again, and the moan that leaves her is a sound I will never forget. I suck and nibble on her small bundle of nerves while reaching up to play with her nipples. The moans that come from her. Fuck.

I can no longer wait to be inside her. Her taste, her body, and even her damn voice drive me crazy.

“You’re ready for me,” I tell her as I pull down my zipper. The sound echoes in the silent room. I only pull my trousers down enough to release my hardened cock, desperately seeking her pussy. Her leg reaches around me when I line myself up, teasing her entrance; she tugs me closer, encouraging me to enter her.

“Hold on tight,” I whisper into her mouth. She obeys and wraps her arms around my waist. “Don’t let go.” I push myself inside her, and she cries out in pain as I tear through that wall inside her, tears gathering in her eyes. Her whole body had gone tense, so had mine.

“When I thought about fucking you, I had wondered how tight and warm you’d be. I didn’t realise you’re a virgin.” She pulls her lips in tight as though she’s still trying to keep it a secret. Her pussy is clamped down hard on my cock, squeezing me. My head drops to hers, waiting for her breathing to become steady.

“I can’t hold back, you feel incredible,” I tell her when her body begins to relax.

“I don’t care. Give me everything you’ve got,” She breathes.

Pulling all the way back and sliding through her again, waiting to see her reaction. My hips roll in a steady rhythm, but I’m ravenous for her. I slam into her harder, the headboard crashes against the wall as my balls slap against her with every thrust. My lips desperately find hers to muffle her moans. Her legs squeeze around me. Eyes glow like embers again. A warmth runs through me the longer I look, but I can’t look away at the same time. She’s dangerous. She’s mine.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I murmur on her lips, and her pussy pulses around me again as I draw another orgasm from her. She writhes underneath me, the pleasure making her whole body shudder. The aftershocks of her orgasm drags my own from me, milking me dry as I come deep inside her, now I've fully claimed her.

I’ve never come so hard in my life. Collapsing onto her, I rest my head in the crook of her neck and breathe her in. If there were a heaven, I imagine this is what it would feel like. When I pull away, I see the blood on my cock and between her thighs, mixed in with my cum as it dribbles out.

She needs a bath, and I need to wash this blood off. Luckily she has an en suite. It’s a similar layout to mine. As I’m washing my cock, I can’t help but look at the large bathtub in the mirror. Everything feels different now, and I had never felt like that with another woman. We shared something amazing, a connection.

After I took her virginity, the least I could do is take care of her.

Chapter thirty-two

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