Something presses against my clit, sending a violent shiver down my spine. My thoughts scatter as I glance down, eyes adjusting, mind taking a beat to register what he’s holding.
“I found that in one of your drawers,” he says lightly.
Annoyance flickers, but it dies quickly, overtaken by the realization ofwhyhe did it. Dante pays attention. He pays attention to me, enough to explore my world, enough to learn it.
“And I couldn’t help but wonder…” he continues, his tone turning slow and taunting. “Who do you think about while playing with your sweet little pussy.”
I force myself still, breath tightening, chest growing unbearably heavy as he drags the tip of the rubber toy across my throbbing clit, while the fingers of his free hand slide between my lips.
I jerk violently, pleasure snapping through me, every nerve catching fire.
“Those thoughts haunted me,” he says, his voice dropping deeper, darker. The weight of the promise he made in the catacombs wraps around me again, pulling the memory sharp and bright. “As did every man from your past.”
He presses the button on the toy, and in the next second, it hums to life. The soft vibrations whisper across my clit, delicate as breath against my throat, and my body surrenders—heart pounding wildly as the slow pleasure begins to build.
It’s been a while since I last used it, but nothing will ever compare to the sensation of Dante wielding it against me. I give him the power to hold me like this, stripped of every defense, naked and vulnerable beneath him, and in return, he gives me the power to choose how far I’m willing to fall.
The balance is intoxicating. The push and pull, the quiet understanding, the way he reads my mind yet never pushes past the line he knows I won’t cross.
I close my eyes as the light vibrations begin to spread, a delicate hum blooming across my skin. He drags the toy slowly along my pussy, tracing every inch across my swollen lips, dipping it just barely into my slit, then sliding it back toward the tight ring of my ass before climbing upward again to my pulsating clit.
His fingers never stop teasing; they press my lips together, squeezing and rubbing them before letting go. Every time he does it, a wet sound fills the air, loud and obscene, echoing in the dark room, striking me with the realization of how soaked I am for him.
“Tell me, Estella,” he murmurs, “did your pussy weep like this for them?”
I shake my head, but he clicks his tongue, not convinced.
Yes, I’ve been with other men. Yes, a few managed to make me cum. But none of it compares to this, tohim. Dante isn’t touching me for the sake of his own release.
He’s not using me. He’s learning me, attuning himself to every breath, every tremor, every unspoken need. He delivers pleasure like it’s a language only the two of us were ever meant to speak.
A soft click breaks the air as he increases the speed. The vibrations turn harsher, faster, and my body tightens instantly, arcing into the sensation. For a brief moment, I’m grateful for the ropes—because without them, I’d be clawing at him, convulsing wildly and losing myself.
“I want to fucking kill them,” he growls, teeth clenched, holding the toy directly against my clit. Slowly, his fingers slide into me, and a muffled moan tears from my throat, caught against the tape. “Pick them off one by one and gouge their eyes out for looking at you.”
A choked yelp escapes me when he switches to another function. The toy shifts, adding a pulsing air-pressure suctionthat closes around my clit. My eyes roll back as he holds it there, letting the device surround me, pull me in, release, then draw me again.
And again.
Andagain.
“Cut off their hands for touching you,” he continues. “Rip out their tongues for licking you, kissing you.”
More sweat beads along my hairline, my back, and my face, sliding hotly down my temples. My mouth works helplessly against the tape, nearly sucking it in with every broken, desperate sound. The pleasure is blinding, flaring over my skin like molten gold.
Still, it isn’t enough for him.
A slick, wet sound joins the vibrating hum as he activates the third mode. A tapping begins—light but relentless—joining the suction and the vibration in a merciless trinity. The added rhythm pulses through me, through every soaked, trembling inch of me.
And the world narrows to that point of touch. That unbearable pressure. That rising, unstoppable wave.
This is a goddamn punishment. Dante isn’t hiding his intentions—or his obsession. His feelings are right here, stretched across every inch of me like shadow and heat.
And this… this is the other side of the coin I get. His jealous, possessive side.
As if I needed more reasons to be consumed by this man.
“You’remine, Estella,” he growls, voice soaked in devotion and danger. “I own every bit of pain, and everything else inside you. Your heart, your body, your soul. There’s no escaping me, little shadow. I’d peel apart every corner of this planet to find you.”
