I can see the furrow in his brow from the vague reflection on the floor to ceiling window that overlooks the city.
“What happened to you?” he asks.
My breathing picks up as I recall what happened to me close to two weeks ago at the cruel hand of Lucca Marchesi. I was down in that dungeon for days until they considered me healed enough to be fit for work. It was only days ago that they brought me back up to the Doll House.
“I was beaten,” I answer.
“Why?” he demands, his voice uneven in tone.
I can’t quite figure him out yet. He’s so foreboding and has that dark presence that’s supposed to terrify me. But I sense something gentler underneath all that. It reaches out to me.
“I tried to escape.” No point sugar-coating it or lying. He’d know or he’d find out.
“Escape…” His voice trails off.
The next thing I feel is the caress of his fingertips running over the lowest wound on my back. Then he goes higher, tracing over each one.
Then… something soft brushes over the worse one. It’s healed up but the pain is still there. That was where Lucca hit me the most.
I flinch because it still hurts so much. I feel the soft caress again and it soothes me. That’s when I realize the soft caress is coming from his lips.
Dante traces a kiss over my injury, the way he holds me is what I’d expect from a man who was comforting his woman. But, we just met. We just met and I’ve been treated so badly that I no longer feel like I deserve the simple things a human being would get.
Emotion stirs in me as he works his way up to my shoulders and plants a kiss on my bare skin.
I glance at him and he lifts his head. Our eyes lock and inside his stormy gaze, I see an escape. An escape into him, if only for a few hours.
When he lowers to my lips, I move to him too, forgetting everything. As our lips meet my brain becomes void of thought.
Passion bursts and ignites something deep inside me as we start to kiss. Something I’ve never felt before and never expected to feel here.
He slips his arms around my naked body and brings me closer to him, closing the space between us.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, exploring and tangling with mine. The intensity sends a shiver of delight through my soul.
My pussy clenches with desperation, a desperation to have him inside me. To feel him and feel more of what he has to give me.
He picks me up and carries me to the bed. Settling me down in the center.
I ease myself up on my elbows so I can watch him as he starts to take off his clothes.
The shirt comes off first and my eyes widen at the powerful torso I see before me.
He has muscles set on muscles and one lone tattoo of a black dagger with a thorn wrapping around it on his left peck. It’s interesting and artistic, and the only tattoo he seems to have. All the attention is there and when the rest of his clothes come off. I see why. It’s because this is a man who is a work of art.
He’s beautiful and strong and the look in his eyes tells me he wants me.
My gaze drops to his massive cock, perfectly erect, and ready to fuck me. I watch him and try not to drool as he gets a condom, tears the wrapper with his teeth, and rolls the latex down his shaft.
I draw in a deep breath as he gets on the bed and reaches for me.
He kisses my lips again but then his lips trail down to my neck and fire rushes over my body.
I can’t remember the last time I felt like this. Wanted.
Fiery kisses traced down the length of my chest and down to the valley between my breasts sending spirals of ecstasy through my soul. That same fire explodes into my core when his mouth closes over my left nipple and he starts to suck.
His wild, clever tongue works the tip to life and awakens every cell of my body.