Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Dante gathered up the slick arousal at my core, rubbing my g-spot for a few slow, firm strokes, until my wetness coated his hand. I whimpered as he withdrew from me, and my eyes flew wide on a gasp when he pressed against my virgin asshole.
I clenched on instinct, trying to keep him out.
“Pinch her nipples,” he commanded Luca. “Hard. She likes having her breasts tormented.”
To my shock, Luca obeyed without question. He seemed beyond words, and the harsh way he bit down on my neck with a growl was purely primal. He pinched and tugged on my nipples, lighting up my pleasure centers with little bites of pain.
My body relaxed as my core fluttered, and Dante’s desire-slicked finger penetrated my tight ring of muscles. I tensed again, but Luca rolled my abused buds between his skillful fingers, drawing a groan from my chest. Dante pressed deeper as my muscles eased, forcing me to accept his touch.
“I’ll claim you here one day soon,” he promised. “I’ll teach you to love having my cock in your ass.”
Luca growled again and bit down harder on my shoulder, as though he was trying to mark me as his own.
Dante reached for one of the three showerheads and unhooked it from the wall. He kept his finger inside me as he directed the warm spray to my sex. I released a strangled shout, and Luca caught me as my knees buckled. The pulsing water massaged me relentlessly, and Dante gently toyed with my asshole. Forbidden pleasure centers hummed with new awareness, and I came apart on a scream. Luca pinched my nipples, sending me flying higher.
Dante didn’t remove the showerhead until my legs shook and I babbled for mercy.
He turned off the water, and he allowed Luca to support me as he dried my trembling body with a fluffy white towel. He slung another around his hips and tossed one to Luca, who did the same.
The entire scene was so bizarre that my mind remained disconnected from reality. I wasn’t ready to face what’d just happened. What I’d allowed Dante to do to me. To us.
Dante picked me up again and carried me to the bed, where he tucked me beneath the heavy duvet. He brushed a kiss over my lips before pulling away.
“I’ll be right back, darling. I need to put Luca in his cage.”
Luca grunted, and I stiffened.
“Please,” I begged, reaching out to snag Dante’s wrist before he could retreat. “Don’t. Let him stay with me.”
Our captor’s eyes shuttered, and his beautiful features froze as though carved from ice.
“Never ask me that again, little bird,” he warned.
He turned sharply on his heel and shoved Luca’s bare chest, pushing him toward the door. Luca swayed, but he didn’t back away from me. He didn’t put any distance between us.
His ochre eyes fixed on me, but Dante got between us, using his body as a shield before me.
“Come with me, or Lorenzo dies,” he seethed.
Luca gnashed his teeth, hesitating.
“Now,” Dante snapped.
“Go,” I said softly, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. I wouldn’t allow my husband’s friends to die because of me.
“Don’t speak to him!” the monster barked. “He is nothing. You’re mine.”
I dropped my gaze and pressed my lips together, holding in combative words. I’d resolved to be less antagonistic towards him. It was the only way I could think of to free Luca and myself.
As Luca’s feet dragged over the floor, taking reluctant steps away from me, I swallowed a sob.
I’d allowed our tormentor into my body. I’d let him claim a piece of me that should’ve belonged only to my husband.
How could I?
I’d been so desperate for Luca’s touch that I’d agreed to Dante’s sick arrangement.
My stomach twisted as I recognized the lie. A part of me had softened toward the monster for an insane moment. The events of the day had muddled my mind, and I’d been caught up in the same bloodlust that’d claimed the men.
No matter how many times Dante saved me, he would always be my personal Devil, not my savior. I’d been a fool to allow him to touch me. To welcome him into my body.
I shuddered as cold washed over me, and I hugged my knees to my chest.
I had to escape, or I would lose more than my dignity; my sanity was at risk every moment that I remained Dante’s captive.
Chapter 14
Nora
It was nearly midday, but I hadn’t seen Luca at all since Dante had ripped him away from me last night; he hadn’t been brought out of his cell to share breakfast with us. The monster was on edge, his dark mood like a cloud around him, making the air heavy enough to suffocate me. He held me possessively as he fed me, barely speaking. I’d found myself wishing for him to murmur reassurances to me. Anything to dispel the tension that coiled in my stomach, making me nauseous.