Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Turning back to face the scene once more, I watch as my abuser takes his last few breaths. Petrov thought he was safe because he believed his name held weight among the monsters he calls friends, but he was wrong. And now his life is at an end, I feel relieved, knowing he won’t be able to hurt another child in the way he did me and countless others.
Dante captures my attention. Seeing him like this, taking pleasure in killing, doesn’t scare me, even though I know it probably should. I’ve grown up with violence, most of it directed at me, but Dante’s protective nature calms the fear inside me. He might be grinning at the man who’s bleeding out, but I know he’ll never hurt me.
“You’re filth,” Dante spits out. I’ve come to learn that the rage I can hear entwined with his words is only for those who deserve it. “You’ve earned the right to burn in Hell.”
“Dante,” Harper calls to him as she tries to garner his attention, bringing it back to us and away from Petrov.
Now I know why Dante wanted to play last night, he needed the release. He was a fun, attentive partner in the club, but this is the other side of him. He doesn’t let anything get in the way of a job. His focus is always laser sharp and deadly, and I respect him for that, but now the job is complete he needs to come back to Harper and me.
Dante turns his head, so he’s looking at us from over his shoulder. His hands are dripping with blood as he offers Harper his blade. She takes it with a smile and cleans the weapon before sheathing it.
“I think we’re done here,” he announces when the monster lying at his feet gurgles one last breath, and the life that burned in his eyes is finally extinguished.
Dante makes his way toward me and cups my face in his hands. I don’t care that they’re caked in blood. All I want is to be close to him.
“You’re strong,” he tells me in a low murmur. “You did good today. But I want you to remember, you don’t have to be the one to make the kill if you don’t want to. That’s what I’m here for. You’ll always have Harper and me by your side.”
“I know I’m strong,” I tell Dante, and looking up into the blue eyes that hold my soul, I smile. “Petrov tried to break me forever, but he didn’t succeed.”
Dante doesn’t answer. Instead, he pulls me closer and presses his mouth to mine. His tongue sweeps across my lips as his hands lower to grip my ass, and lifting me up, he walks me over to the desk.
Only a few feet away is the dead body of Petrov, but all I care about is Dante. Harper moves closer to me, and taking my hand in hers, she leans in to kiss me while Dante lowers to his knees, his mouth trailing down my body.
I know what he’s about to do, and the moment he tugs my leggings and panties down, I gasp at the cold air against my skin. Then his hot, wet mouth makes contact with my core, and his tongue delves into me.
Harper’s lips are soft against mine as Dante devours me. Then his fingers dip inside me, causing my walls to clench around them. I want more, so much more, but we need to leave here soon.
Pleasure ripples through me as I continue to kiss Harper while Dante’s fingers send me into bliss. My body is pliable to his touch, and my thighs tremble against the desk as the cool, wooden surface beneath me makes me shiver.
“Come for me, little raindrop,” Dante murmurs against my pussy, and his words vibrate through me as he finger-fucks me until my eyes roll back and I fall into oblivion.
I shudder as my climax rips right through me from head to toe. And when Harper pinches my nipples through my tee, I cry out in ecstasy. I can feel Dante chuckle as he kisses my pussy and inner thighs, and when he rises, his mouth is wet with my release.
Harper wastes no time in kissing him, and the sight only makes my core clench harder, wanting more. Her soft moans make me eager to play. I want to go home, so the three of us can spend the night lost in each other.
“Let’s clean up and get out of here,” I whisper as Dante takes my hand and helps me up. He smiles down at me, and the unspoken emotion in my chest seems to inflate.
Even when I was locked up and kept as a toy for monsters to play with, to abuse, I longed for love. I was convinced I’d never find it, but as I look at Harper and Dante, I know it’s the feeling that’s growing inside me, and I’m not going to be able to contain it for much longer.