Chapter 3 The Message
"Beg Daddy to ruin you!" Dante screamed into my face, playing around my dripping couchie with his thick cock.
Everything around me spun. I could barely steady my eyes, and when I did, I could only see his grey eyes burning with full desire.
I was already broken. There was nothing left of me. "Please, Daddy," I sobbed out. Even my voice had strained from everything.
He just smirked down at me.
My hips shot upward, desperate for his thrust. "Ruin me. Own me. I need your cock—I need YOU—"
I couldn't finish as his hand tightened around my throat, not choking, but pinning me down. "That's my good girl," he replied and I shut my eyes tightly.
Without a warning, he thrust hard into me, filling up every space with brutal force.
“Urrghh!” I screamed, pulling my back off the bed.
He… it was massive, stretching me to my limits. Every inch of his claimed me, reaching angles Marco never bothered to reach.
He pulled out slowly and shot in hard again, then again and again, going on and on. The pain shooting pleasure through my body.
"Fuck it!" Dante growled, staying still inside me. "So fucking tight. Exactly what Daddy needs."
His control was terrifying.
I shook under him, digging my nails into his hands, pleading with all I have.
Like he saw my desperation, he rolled his hips quickly, hitting the right spot again.
“Fuck,” I cursed, shutting my eyes.
"Look at me!” He commanded.
And I obeyed. Sweat dropped from his forehead, the only sign he was human.
His other hand pinned both my wrists above my head, still holding my neck with one hand.
"You feel that?" He asked in a low dark voice. Then snapped his hips hard, earning a grunt from me.
"That's me. Every thrust marks you as mine,” he spat out.
Yes—fuck—YES—
He released my throat. Now gripping my hip. Oh shit.
The pace changed brutally, became unforgiving, and punishing.
He went into me as fast as he could, pounding my walls with everything he had in him.
The bed frame slammed against the wall.
“Arghh!” I gasped, gripping the bed sheets and pulling it out.
The entire penthouse shook under his torment.
"Who owns you?!” He yelled.
"You do!" I yelled, lifting my hips to match his pace.
"Louder bitch!" He thundered.
"DADDY OWNS ME!"
The words sparked something in him and with one final blow, he pulled out sharply.
“Ughh,” I groaned, dropping flat on my back. He had released into me.
I took heavy breaths, trying to calm the heat down there. My legs shook uncontrollably.
With one strong hand, he flipped me onto my tummy, pulling my hips up. He wasn't done.
He spanked my ass, then again. His large hands spanked each cheek, leaving prints that burned with pleasure.
"Count them!" He ordered.
"One—fuck—two—please—three—urghhhh!" I yelled as he thrust into me, rocking my hips.
“Don't fucking stop!” He yelled and spanked my ass again, still thrusting into me.
“Four—five—urgh!” I couldn't take it again, lowering my head.
He spanked my ass harder, nearly turning me over. “I never said you should stop!” He spat out.
“Fuck,” I groaned, keeping my hips steady even as I tried to match his rhythm.
By the count of ten, I was sobbing from pleasure as he pulled out.
My face pressed into the soft silk but I remained in the same position. My ass felt tortured.
I could feel my pussy clenching around nothing. Then, he mounted me from behind again, not letting me take a breather.
He took a fistful of my hair while the other hand guided my waist as he slid his cock in again.
This angle was crazy. I felt him go deeper, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.
He banged into me again, the whole bed shaking threateningly.
He pulled me up by my hair, stopping with him inside me. "You're going to cum on Daddy's cock!" He growled in my ear. "But not until I say."
More torture.
My entire body narrowed into him. "Please—Daddy—I can't—"
His fingers found my clit, rubbing it wildly, still thrusting deep.
I couldn't take it any longer, I was going to blow.
Just when I closed my eyes to let go, I heard his roar.
"Now!”
“Arrghh!” I screamed, spilling my insides out.
He let me go sharply, collapsing at my side after pulling out gently, letting me to fall flat on my tummy.
Both of us laid there, shuddering, gasping, barely holding it together.
Dante rolled me around towards him, his massive arm going round my waist possessively.
He kissed my shoulder gently. "Breathe, piccola," he murmured, stroking my hair with his other hand. "Daddy has you."
Just when I thought nothing could get to me, my body began to melt in a way it has never done before.
His soft touches sparked flames in me his brutality never touched. It all came flooding out, hot tears slipped down my cheeks.
"Shh," he whispered, leaning over me slightly and kissing a tear drop. "You are so beautiful when you cry for me."
His fingers traced lazy circles on my ass, soothing the marks his spanking had made.
He checked my wrists for bruises, massaged my thighs, kissed every mark he'd made… practically took care of me.
I was stunned… stunned that someone so wild could be so… caring.
"You're safe," he whispered, nuzzling my neck. "You are always safe with me."
I believed him. I couldn't tell why, but I believed him.
My eyelids grew heavy with each touch from him. And with Dante's heartbeat against my ears, I drifted into the best sleep I've had in over 3 years.
So good, I didn't know when the morning light broke through the penthouse.
I stirred awake, laying across Dante's chest with his hand wrapped around my waist.
I looked up at his face, noticing he still had his eyes closed. The sunlight painted his dark lashes and sexy jawline perfectly.
My eyes lingered on his lips, it took everything in me not to lean over and have a taste.
The memory of last night flooded back. Every command, every thrust, every brutal pleasure.
I raised myself up slightly, careful not to wake him as I traced the raven tattoo on his chest.
As I traced higher, his hand caught mine immediately. His grey eyes fluttered opened.
"Voyeur," he rumbled in a husky voice.
"Your fault," I shot back, feeling a wave of energy after last night. "You made a mess of me."
He broke out a dangerous low laugh. "Good," he whispered with a smirk, "I'll make a bigger mess out of you tonight."
I could feel his dick hardening against my thigh. “And why not now, daddy?” I smirked back, catching him off guard.
He quickly covered his surprise, rather pushing himself off the bed. I followed his every move with a smirk on my face.
"Get dressed," he ordered calmly. "We have some business to attend to."
And with that, he turned, wrapping a robe around himself and stepped out.
I wanted to ask him what I should put on or where he's going. But my eyes caught a shiny dress hanging at the corner of the room.
The dress was matched with a beautiful pair of heels under it and somewhere on the table was a glass of water, some pills and strangely, a rose.
I scoffed with a small laugh. “Of course he has everything planned out.”
I got up, took the pills quickly and headed into the fancy bathroom. Took my shower quickly and got dressed, stepping out in record time.
I followed my guts, finding him in a large room with cushions all around, a long mahogany table at the center and crystal chandeliers arranged everywhere.
Dante at the head of the table, barely looked up at my arrival. Guess he's back to his devil side.
I sat to his right and shortly after, four men joined us at the table.
I got to know one of them as Nico and the rest were capos.
"Romano hit the 18th Street warehouse," Nico reported. "Killed five men and sent a message for you, boss."
He slid a tablet across and I caught a glimpse of it. My breath caught between my throat, blood draining from my face at the sight.