Another option would be to move in with my sister, but I couldn’t impose on her like that. She has a husband, a child, and a whole life of her own, and I don’t want to ruin that for her. If our parents were still alive, I’d go back to the safety and warmth of home.
The only other choice I have would be to ask Dante if I can crash with him for a while until I'm able to get back on my feet. I know he wouldn’t have any issues with that; what I'm worried about is if he would willingly let me leave when I'm able to. He has this crazy possessive streak about him, and I wouldn’t put it past him to keep me locked up in his house for the rest of my life.
Warmth pools between my legs at the thought of being his captive, willing or unwilling. How would he take me for the first time? Would he be gentle?
Even though he can be a perfect gentleman in public, Dante doesn’t strike me as the gentle type in the bedroom, and that makes me more intrigued.
I close my eyes with the intention of resting them, but the image of me in between Dante and the masked man floods my mind, and I’m not tired anymore.
Suddenly, my bruised face is forgotten as I gently place Lunchbox on the floor and grab my vibrator from my nightstand.
“Hold on, bubba,” I say when he whimpers and tries to jump back up.
Just one quick orgasm should help get my mind off of everything, right?
I turn on the little teal device, and it hums to life. Tossing the comforter away, I kick off my shorts and underwear before lying back down.
My back arches when I press the vibrator against my wet, sensitive clit. My teeth dig into my bottom lip, and my free hand grips the sheet so tight I’m sure my knuckles are white.
While using the toy to stimulate my clit, I use the tips of my fingernails to pinch my nipples as hard as I can, hard enough to draw blood. Most people wouldn’t be able to hurt themselves like this, but I’ve never had a problem with it.
I always have the best orgasms when I'm either being hurt or choked.
My teeth dig into my bottom lip so hard, I'm sure I’ve drawn blood there, too. My body feels like it’s shattering as I climax; my moans are loud yet pitiful as they fill the silence of my bedroom.
As I’m lying on the bed trying to control my breathing, my skin begins to tingle like I’m being watched.
CHAPTER 11
DANTE
I groanas I reach my climax. Closing my eyes, I lean against the tree and try hard to keep my balance so I don’t fall out of it.
Jerking myself off in a tree while wearing a gas mask is risky when the sun hasn’t fully set yet, but I had to see her again, had to make sure she was okay after what Evan did to her.I couldn’t stay away; I wanted just one glimpse of her to get me through the night. What I wasn’t expecting was to find her like this, but I’m not complaining. Knowing that I’m about to start a fire soon already had my blood rushing through my veins.
As if she can sense my presence, Essence turns her head and looks out the window, and when she does, my blood runs cold.
Even from here, I can see the bruise on her face, and I'm filled with a murderous rage.
Evan hurt my flower, and that’s simply unacceptable.
Essence ismine—mine to hurt, mine to break.
I want to pick her sweet flesh with my knife until she bleeds, slice into her perfect brown skin until she’s covered in my marks. Her dainty little body is perfect, those round breasts heaving as she tries to control her breathing. My dick aches with the need to be buried deep inside of her.
Just be patient. You’ll have her when the time is right.
But I want that time to benow. I’ve waited six months to show myself to her, and I'm done waiting.
I need her—and I’m going to have her by any means necessary, but I need to get rid of that asshole boyfriend first.
He’ll regret ever putting his hands on her.
I’ll make sure of that.
CHAPTER 12
ESSENCE
