Chapter 193

Letting every horny part of me leak into my panties. My pussy swelling, my legs sweating between them, any relief that could be. And disguising that feeling in front of the man who took me to highs and lows in a matter of seconds was a disaster.

— You should be afraid…

The words stopped. The vocabulary didn’t form and I felt pathetic.

— Should I be afraid…?

The hand crept up to my ass.

A lie and I knew what he would do.

Dante was sniffing and, consequently, enjoying knowing that I wouldn’t mind feeling a twinge of pain coming from him. Knowing that his hand would mark my ass if I dared to lie.

— You should be afraid that I broke my promise.

His fingers creased my ass and a heavy gasp came out of my mouth.

— Details, Emilia. I want details.

His mouth went to my ear, blowing as if all his air resided in my body. Until he went down, exploring the sensitive area of ​​my neck, following a path that sent fire through my veins.

— For having kissed someone else instead of you. — There was a long, silent pause that urged me to continue. — For having let someone else take your place.

I felt hate in his breath.

So much hate that the moment I had my feet on the floor, the next I had both of Dante's hands dominating my hips and holding me against him. My legs wrapped around his waist and I was placed back against the door.

I had to hold on to his shoulders, begging for an extra dose of air so I wouldn't fall from there.

Because I would fall.

Dante would make me fall at his feet if he kept touching me, seeing me and making me hungry.

— I want the fucking word, Emília.

I felt his arousal.

How the bulge in his pants brushed between my legs and drew a hot sigh from me.

His thumbs were firm on the edge of my waist and his other fingers dancing around my ass, creating an intense pulse.

“You should be afraid that I fucked someone other than you.”

His irises were fire.

Pure and simple fire that charred every damn cell in me.

What I thought could be chaos was nothing more than a promise.

Dante didn’t say anything.

He just stared at me steadily, with all his thoughts battling inside him.

I was afraid to continue. Afraid to know that he had also broken his promise. That he had had someone else. That he had fucked and cum for someone else.

Suddenly, part of his anger was mine too.

“Ask the question,” Dante dared to ask me.

I shook my head.

“I don’t want to.”

His head tilted slightly.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t care who you fucked or not.”

A devilish smile appeared on his face.

His hand dug deep into my ass and a moan tried to escape my throat.

It hurt to like it.

It hurt to want more.

"What did I tell you about lying?" he threatened, humor playing in his voice. "Don't make me put you on all fours on the bed and slap your ass. I know you're asking for this punishment, but try to hide it a little. Just to keep your badass attitude."

"I really don't want to know who's been licking your dick, Dante. I'm not the jealous person here."

His smile grew wider.

The shorts—which were his, but had become my pajamas—were lifted, exposing my ass.

He made us fit better, his cock scraping against the mesh fabric and leaving my pussy waiting for an entrance. By him.

Damn.

My chest heaved. My lungs heaved.

"Isn't it?" Wouldn't you feel anything if you knew that someone else had taken my cock other than your delicious mouth?

A thrust.

Dante made my body push against the door, making the room rumble and my stomach tighten with pleasure. I felt his hard cock against me. My panties were swallowed by my pussy and the drops on them made me feel embarrassed.

His fingers continued to roam my ass, making it hotter and hotter and hotter.

"Wouldn't you feel angry knowing that I tasted someone else. That I made you cum with my fingers..." His low voice reached every region of my body.

His hips moved and his volume made me sigh.

"With my mouth."

One more time. One more thrust. Another moan ripped from me.

"With my cock." Dante finished, opening the space between my ass.

I trembled from head to toe.

My hands held her shoulders tightly, but felt the need to cling to her neck.

I breathed.

I let the oxygen fuel the hot moans that came out of me.

"That I not only fucked her pussy, but her ass too. That I buried myself deep and hard in her until her legs were shaking. That I felt her pressing herself against my cock, my fingers going in together until her cum was coming out of every hole."

Another thrust.

And another.

And another.

I was losing control. Generating an immense desire to cum.

stripping naked and letting him feast on every part of me that he had corrupted. How his name was still tattooed on the inside, even on my fucking throbbing pussy.

Dante was consuming me completely. I imagined being the girl he had shown his animalistic side to. I imagined being fucked by him in every part. My ass open for him being invaded by his fingers, my pussy cumming from his cock going back and forth hard, the sound of our sweaty bodies along with the squeaking of the bed vibrating in the air.

I wanted it.

"Tell me, Gray, do you think she'd like me to tie her to the bed, put her on all fours and pull her hair, spanking her ass until I heard her whimper? Or do you think she'd like to scratch my shoulders while I was on top, calling her a bitch, a slut, that she's my whore and her pussy was made to have me?" I dropped my head on his shoulder.

I was sweating. Soaked in a desire that flowed through my skin.

I rolled on his lap, even though it was a difficult position to move, I wanted to feel more of his member. Dante wasn't like me. He didn't moan. He didn't sigh heavily. His mouth was only capable of making me imagine myself in the place of the girl he would have made his. Of the girl who wasn't me.

And anger flowed through my body. I hated knowing. I hated thinking that it happened. That Dante fucked someone before me. That he wanted someone other than me.

But the excitement was much greater.

"Emilia. I want words. And for you to look at me."

I raised my head, staring at him.

His naughty smile was satisfying.

His small strands were stuck to his forehead. He could also feel the heat. He was also sweating madly.

We were getting drunk on our own sexual aroma. On our own unbearable desire.

"You. Are. Disgusting."

And his smile opened much wider.

I got off his lap at the same moment, stamping my feet on the floor and creating a few centimeters of distance.

“We’re confusing roles.” His steps shortened our distance. I thought about running away, but I let him touch my chin. “In this war, you’re losing to the guy you hate.” With each word he said, I felt more dirty, corrupted and betrayed. My chest pounded with anger. With desire. With many feelings that came together chaotically, that only Dante could provoke. “You want to cum for your parents’ murderer. Does that turn you on, pulchra? Share your dark fetishes with me.”

The nickname increased the urge to push him away, but I wouldn’t give in to his game.

“Tell me, Emília,” he continued in a whisper. “You’re the one who can’t stand the idea of ​​me breaking my promise and no longer being yours.” So, he had broken it.

Dante had kissed someone else. Fucked someone else.

The acid in my stomach corroded his flesh. I wanted to narrow it. I wanted to stab his chest. But I had no right to be upset, because I had done the same.

I blinked brutally, taking his hand off my skin.

"I never wanted anything from you.

"You trying so hard to lie is cute. I already told you I'm going to eat you alive, Emília. Everything about you belongs to me.

"Don't fool yourself with your own lies — I growled.

"Speak louder. Maybe that makes sense to you — he joked, taking a quick look at my room and taking slow steps outside.

"Wait — I asked, making him freeze and turn around.

I let him suspect my action and be surprised.

I pulled down my shorts.

I took them off.

I slowly took off my panties, showing how white and lace they were.

Dante didn't move a bone.

He scanned my body, my movements until I had the panties in my hand and headed towards him.

" Yes, you're right, Dante. I was excited. I'm stuck here, unable to fuck a living soul. What about you? — I opened his hand, without losing our contact. — Keep my panties as a souvenir so you can think about the girl who wants to kill you and who you desire.

" Emilia.

My smile was what made his face lock, anger drawing every line.

" I'm going to take a shower. Maybe you should too.

I pointed to his pants, smilingly following him out of the room.

He didn't follow me, nor did he argue.

Whatever had happened, it had shaken both of us. And we had to know how to contain ourselves.