Dante (Blood Brothers Book 5) (32 page)

“Because
,
this isn’t you! I don’t want this!”

“No? Then why am I able to slide my fingers so easily into your cunt? Why are you so fucking wet
,
juices are running down your thighs? You want all of it, don’t you? Don’t pretend you don’t like this now because this doesn’t fit into your perception of how lovers should act.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could wake from this nightmare, but despite this
cruel
side to Dante, Isis realized there was some truth to his words. Her body did respond to his extreme brand of sensual domination. It was her mind that fought against it, wanting things to return to the way they were before. “No,” she offered a token protest
,
although it sounded false even
to her
.

“You’re so adept at lying you’re even lying to yourself, aren’t you? Shall I prove you wrong? You’re so fucking wet
,
I bet I can get my entire hand inside you.”

She shook her head frantically. “Please,” she whispered, unsure of what she was asking for.

Dante, however, would afford no quarter. “Please what, Isis? Please let you go or please fuck this delicious, wet pussy with my fist?”

The words remained lodged in her throat. If there was ever a time to pull away from him, this was it. But something kept her within the circle of his corded arms.

When she didn’t answer, Dante laughed with menacing glee. “That’s what I thought. Let’s see how far this cunt stretches, shall we?” Easing his fingers out of her pussy, he guided her toward the bed and pushed her forward.

Isis threw her arms out to brace her fall. “Keep your hands on the bed and don’t move
,
unless I tell you to.” Slowly, he peeled her pants down her thighs and legs. Then he lifted her feet one at a time to discard
them
. He settled himself between her legs and rubbed her slit slowly, driving her to the edge of insanity.

Unable to keep still, she wiggled her hips,
shivering with need
. For her
disobedience
,
the flat of his palm
fell heavily on her ass
. “I told you to be still,” he growled. He flipped her onto her back, and without waiting for a reply, Dante pushed all four fingers back inside her cunt. Isis let out a squeal. He was on a take-no-prisoners mission and wouldn’t be satisfied until he had her
complete
submission
.

He worked his fingers in and out of her, and to Isis’s horror and secret delight, her body accommodated him, taking him deeper into her wet cavern
.
She grew
more slippery for him by the minute. Just as
she had
accustomed to those long digits fucking her to distraction, Dante eased his thumb inside and curled his fingers into a fist.

“Ahh!” It fucking hurt! But it was an erotic hurt that hovered on the fine line of pleasure and pain. Tears burned the backs of her eyes because she wanted to hate this, but she couldn’t.
She had to be insane to allow him to do this to her. As she stretched for him, all Isis could think of
was the dark desire pulsing through her entire being and that Dante
had given it to her.

“Relax, Isis. We’re immortal. Your body can withstand this. Besides, it’s what you wanted, right?” He slowly moved his fist inside her to the wrist, making Isis squirm.

Dante gripped the side of her hip, digging his nails into her skin. “Look at what I’m doing to you. See how wet you are. You just can’t help yourself, can you, baby?”

Isis kept her eyes tightly shut as
she shook her head. “Don’t make me.”

Leaning forward, he nipped her earlobe with the sharp point of one of his
sharpened teeth
. “Look, goddamn it!”

She willed the tears not to come when she slowly opened her eyes and did as he commanded. Moving to her elbows so she could get a good view of what he
had done
, she released a sharp cry at the sight that greeted her. Isis abruptly brought her head back up, unable to look anymore.

“What? Aren’t you enjoying the show?” Dante chuckled, moving his fist within her with tight little pulses. He took her slowly, deeply, and skillfully. When she came
,
it took her by surprise.

“You’re a dirty little bitch, aren’t you? But you’re still hungry for me, aren’t you? Even now your pussy is clinging to my hand as if it doesn’t want to let go. Well, I’ve got something even better for it.”

When he slowly eased his
soaked hand out of her pussy, she murmured in protest at the empty feeling within her, but the barren sensation didn’t last. Within seconds of hearing the sound of pants being unzipped, Dante thrust his hard, thick cock balls deep inside her. He filled her pussy so wonderfully and completely she could just melt into a puddle right then and there. She squeezed his cock, clenching her muscles around him, not wanting to let go.


Dio
!” His sharp intake of breath indicated Dante might not be as in control as he wanted to be.
Isis decided to turn the tables
. She
gyrated her hips forward
and slammed her pelvis against his as she tightened her vaginal muscles around him at will.

H
e felt good. Isis doubted she would ever get enough of him. She was addicted and her drug of choice was his cock. “Mmm, Dante, I love you so much,” she sighed with contentment.

Obviously
,
it was the wrong thing to say, because the next thing she knew, he pulled out and flipped her over to her hands and knees. As he shoved his cock into her wet pussy, Dante smacked her ass with his palm.

“Oh!” She turned her head to meet his gaze, but he cracked her on the rear again.

“I told you not to move, and now
,
you’ll have to suffer the consequences.”

“Dante, what—

“No words,” he growled. “Not until you’re spoken to, understand?”

Her
declaration of love had made him go berserk.
But she didn’t regret telling him. She would continue to
tell
him until he believed her.

He brought his hand down on her butt again, this time even harder.
She let out a yelp.

“Dante, what are you doing?”

He smacked her rear in a succession of rapid spanks. “Teaching you. Now
,
answer my fucking question. Do you understand?” Grasping her hips in one hand and winding a handful of hair around his other hand, he slammed his cock deeper into her hungry pussy. “Do you under-fucking-stand?” He yanked on her hair.

“Yes!” she screamed with a mixture of arousal, pain, and humiliation.

“Good. Because I don’t want you to pretend this is anything other than what it is. And don’t play the injured innocent. You want this just as badly as I do. Even now
,
your pussy is gripping my cock like you can’t get enough of me.”

She couldn’t argue because that’s exactly what was happening. Isis gripped the coverlet, her nails tearing into the fabric while Dante rammed in and out of her, thrusting with unrestrained power. His cock was so deep inside her
,
he nearly hit her womb. And she
loved it. Needed it. Craved it even though she realized this was a form of revenge for him.
This conflict between body and mind was a torment that would drive any sane person mad.

It didn’t take long for her next
orgasm
to hit, sending waves of passion through her. But
,
Dante still wasn’t finished with her. Pulling his cock out of her pussy, he grabbed her ass and parted her cheeks. She stiffened.

“Don’t play coy
,
now. The night is still young and we’ve only just started.” He rubbed his fingers along her dripping pussy,
dampening
them. Dante slowly moved those wet digits to her tight anal ring, lubricating it with her juices.

She shouldn’t have been excited by this
,
but she was. Still, she couldn’t help but ask, “Why, Dante? Why are you trying to destroy every shred of feeling I have for you?”

He replaced his fingers with the velvet-smooth tip of his cock. “What feelings, Isis? Your need for a good fuck? That’s exactly what I’m giving to you.” Gripping her hip in one hand and his cock in the other, he pushed past the puckered bud and slid his length into her rectum, inch by deliciously torturous inch.

Unable to help herself, she pushed her ass against him, eager to be filled.

Dante chuckled. “Easy, baby. I’ll give it to you soon enough.” He fucked her with slow, steady precision, taking her on a carnal ride of wild passion. “Finger your pussy for me,” he commanded.

She’d hate herself after this was over but she couldn’t help herself.
Without hesitating, she slid her fingers along her wet slit before slipping two fingers into her channel. Isis could hardly think straight from the pleasure overload she
experienced
at the hands of this lusty vampire.

As he pumped harder and faster into her ass, she worked her fingers in and out of her pussy in a frenzy,
moving closer to yet
another
climax. Dante had to have a magic cock because no one had ever made her feel desire the way he did, taking her to the very heights of passion until she didn’t want to come down. He felt so good and she didn’t want it to end.

Dante’s grip in her hair tightened
as
he slammed into her. “I’m going to come.”

“Don’t hold back!” she yelled, caught up in the whirlwind of emotions flowing through her.

Hot spurts of his essence filled her
bottom
as he climaxed. He shuddered against her with a groan, sending her spiraling into
another wave of bliss
.

Unable to hold herself up any longer, Isis fell forward on the bed, breathin
g heavily. Dante pulled his cock out of her. His seed slid down her crack and coated her pussy.

Dante remained standing. “Mmm, as much as I hate to admit it, you have a gift.
You’re a great fuck.”

The second he said that,
something inside her died. Her mind shut down completely and it felt like he’d robbed her of air because she couldn’t breathe.
Her tender lover from before was gone. He was a stranger to her now. Though she
would
never stop loving him, she refused to let him treat her
so callously. She’d just let him use her as if she was no more than a piece of meat, and for what? For him to make her feel lower than dirt? Less than nothing?

Isis had tried to reach him, to explain herself to him
but he had
humiliated and used her, and what was worse, had made her
like
it.
She
might not have much pride where he was concerned, but she did have some left and she wouldn’t allow him to strip that away from her
,
too.

Rolling off the bed, she reached for her pants. Dante grabbed her arm. “Where are you going? The night is still young. Don’t tell me you’ve had enough.”

She wrenched her arm out of his grip violently. “Take your fucking hands off me.” Isis refused to look at him because she knew if she did, she’d burst into tears.

“What’s the matter? You love me so much, right?
Why are you running away because you couldn’t have you
r
way?

Refusing to answer him, she shimmied into her pants and headed for the door. Dante grabbed her arm again and turned her around to face him. Isis wouldn’t be manhandled by him any longer; she gave him a hard shove with all her strength and sent him sent him flying across the room. “Don’t touch me ever again, Dante Grimaldi!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, not caring if she woke the other occupants in the house. “You know you what your problem is?”

As he made his way back to his feet, Dante glared at her. “No, but for shits and giggles, enlighten me.”

“You are an emotional cripple. You don’t know what love is, so when you’re presented with it
,
you act like a spoiled brat. You accuse me of being upset because I can’t have things the way I want them, but that’s only because it’s something you see in yourself, not in me. You think I should be some perfect little flower you can wrap in cotton wool and cosset so you can feel like a fucking hero. You don’t want a real woman who’s strong enough to stand by your side, Dante. You want a mindless puppet you can control and put away in an ivory tower so you can feel superior. Yes, I’ve done some things in my past that I’m not proud of and that I deeply regret, but if you’re so fucking perfect, then good luck finding someone else who is. Congratulations, you’ve won. I’ll stay out of your life, and you stay the hell out of mine.”

Turning on her heel, she headed for the door but paused and turned to see Dante standing as still as a stone, his expression unreadable save for the muscle jumping in his clenched jaw.

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