Chapter 18 FIRST NIGHT TOGETHER.
Venessa’s POV.
I stared at the letter until the words blurred together.
You looked beautiful at the wedding, it said. I could almost hear my sister’s airy voice. I’m not sorry for leaving. Now I can finally be with the man I want. I deserve to be happy, Venessa. Don't be mad. You always were the responsible one.
A scream built up in my throat, but I choked it back.
She wasn't sorry. She had thrown me to the wolves—literally so she could run off with some boy.
She had let our father sell me like a piece of meat just so she could have her "happy ending."
"I hate you," I whispered to the empty room.
I marched over to the stone fireplace. The logs were glowing orange and red. I didn't hesitate. I tossed the letter into the heart of the flames. I watched the paper curl and turn black. I watched the ink of her lies disappear into ash.
The letter ruined everything. The tiny bit of hope I had for my family died right there in the furnace.
I didn't leave the room all day. I couldn't face the palace. I couldn't face the whispers of the servants or the fake smiles of the guards.
I stayed in that massive, cold bedroom, waiting for the sun to go down.
Waiting for him.
I lay in bed, staring at the door. I told myself I wanted to confront him. I told myself I wanted answers.
But my wolf knew the truth. We wanted our mate. We wanted the man.
I eventually drifted off into a light sleep.
When I woke up, the air was heavy again. I didn't even have to open my eyes to know he was there.
The heat radiating off him was like a physical touch.
I opened my eyes. Dante was sitting a chair.
“Dante?" I whispered, my voice thick with sleep.
He didn't move. He didn't blink. He just stared at me with a gaze so intense it felt like he was peeling back my skin.
"How long have you been sitting there?" I asked as I sat up slowly, the covers sliding down my body.
"Long enough," he said. His voice was a low, rough rumble that sent a shiver straight down my spine.
I looked at the empty space on the chair next to him. "You look lonely. Do you want me to sit with you?"
"No."
"I can't sleep if you're just going to stare at me like I'm a ghost," I said, trying to find my wit. "It's a little creepy, even for a king ."
He didn't laugh. He didn't even smile. He just took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving mine.
He looked tired and hair was messy, his shirt was open at the collar.
Then he stood up to leave.
"Why are you leaving?" I asked. My voice was loud in the quiet room.
He paused, his back to me. "Go back to sleep, Venessa."
"No." I sat up.
"You married me. You should at least do me the dignity of answering me. Spend the night with me. You are my husband."
Dante turned around and crossed the room in three long strides. Before I could breathe, he was on the bed, pinning my wrists above my head.
He was terrifying.
"You want a husband?" he growled. He leaned down, his face inches from mine. His blue eyes were dark with a hunger that made my blood boil. "You want me to stay? You have no idea what you're asking for, little wolf."
How could he be so different from my dream yet slightly the same?
"Then show me," I challenged, my heart hammering against my ribs.
I stare at him,his scent and heat filling my senses.
I wanted him to touch me.
I needed to feel the texture of his palm on my body.
I looked up at him,noticing how enticing his lips were. This is purely a sexual attraction,nothing more.
"Touch me" I mutter,tinting my head up a little.
"Are you willing to beg for it?"His mouth tipped up, looking at my face.
But I bet he could only see lust swirling in those eyes of mine. Seeing i wasn't going to give in,he traced the curve of my body, from my breast down to my stomach.
His finger digged deeper and i held my breath. "Beg for it" He muttered,bending his neck down to kiss my neck.
"I would make you cum so hard,the thought would be enough to make you wet again"
And I moaned, I fucking moaned.
"Please" I swallowed,knowing this was going to put a hit to my pride but I couldn't as much go to bed without satisfying the hunger coursing through my veins.
He lip tipped up the second time this night in what i assume was his smile.
Dante didn't wait.
He slammed his mouth onto mine.
I groaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his dark hair.
He rips my bra off and i am left stunned, i wasn't expecting anything he does sunshine and dreamy eyes, but that look right there is what left me breathing hard.
He cups my breast and pulled my nipple into his mouth,sucking and circling it with his tongues,i shuddered as i arch into his hot palm wanting more.
A sound that is somehow between a grunt amd a groan rips off his throat,and he closed his mouth out my nipple again as pleasure soar through me.
I hold unto him,pressing my breast into his face and i shudder as my whole body throbs.
He picks me up, the change in position puts me flush against him, i suck in breathe at the feeling of his erection pressing at my center. The flimsy excuse of a night gown couldn't hide how big he is through our clothes.
He dips his fingers under my skirt and i enjoy the fire he is lighting within me.
He reach into his pocket and pulls out a foil package,the fact he carries that around is antonishing.
He rolls the foil around his already erect shaft and i stare at it wondering what he is going to feel like inside me.
He wraps his hand around my ankle and pushed my legs up,i am left exposed and at his mercy.
He looks down at my pussy with such intensity that only fuels my desire.
"You look pretty,spread wide open for me to destroy"
He moved over me, his hands roaming my body like he was trying to memorize every inch of my skin.
He whispered things into my ear—dirty, dark things that made my toes curl. He told me how much he wanted to break me. He told me I was his.
I believed him. In the heat of the moment, with his skin against mine,
"Do it," I whispered, breathless. "Make me yours, Dante."
Take what you want" the plea in my voice couldn't go unotice.
He eyes widen a bit and all.i could see was his orbs in a blaze.
He dives into me,his cock tearing me open as he effortlesssly hit my G-spot. My vision turn hazy,causing me to grip him hard digging my fingers into his back.
His eyes glazed as the pattern he had form seem to drive me over the edge.
In,circle,out.
A continous sweet toture.
"Dante"i moaned,huging him closer to my body. I notice the way he avoids kissing me again but i don't think about it too much as long as i get to cum.
It was intense. Every touch felt like a promise. I gave him everything.
Pleasure spiral out of control and like a wolf in heat, i cum harder than i have ever.
Two more thrust and he sags tiredly against me.
When it was over, the room was silent again. Only the sound of our breathing filled the air.
I lay there, my skin glowing, waiting for him to pull me into his arms. I waited for him to whisper my name.
Instead, Dante stood up.
He didn't look at me. He walked over to the toilet and began to clean himself up.
He dressed quickly, pulling on his shirt and buttoning it with steady fingers while I could still feel him in between my legs.
"Dante?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Where are you going?"
He stopped at the door. He finally looked at me, and my heart shattered.
The hunger was gone.
"Just because I had sex with you doesn't mean I love you, Venessa," he said.
"But... the bond... you said—"
"I don't care about the bond," he snapped. He stepped back toward the bed, his eyes narrowing. " You are here to give me an heir, nothing more."
I felt like he had slapped me. "Then who is the woman Celine talked about? Who is the woman Natasha thinks she is?"
Dante’s lip curled. "I have someone else. A woman who was born to be my Queen. A woman who actually matters. You? You are just my substitute. You will be my mistress in the shadows while she takes the throne."
"Mistress?" I whispered. "I'm your wife."
"Only on paper," he said.
He turned and stormed out of the room, the heavy door slamming shut behind him.
I lay in the center of the massive bed, surrounded by the scent of a man who had just used me and thrown me away.
I wasn't his Queen. I wasn't even his mate in his eyes.
I was just a warm body in the dark.
I looked at the fireplace, where the ashes of my sister’s letter remained. She was right to have gone away.
And as I cried myself to sleep, I realized that the "happy ending" I wanted was never meant for me.