everything to was like a stranger. A fucked up, totally delusional stranger.
“I’m warning you, Star,” Dante hissed.
I quirked a brow at him. “I’m sorry, darling. I thought I was helping. You must always tell her when you like something done a certain way. I mean, what was it you said about the doc? ‘She reminds me of a horse’? It’s no good if those teeth get in the way, so just tell her, she can handle it.”
Dante let out a growl at the same time as the lights dipped then flashed back to normal.
Delia looked up at Dante, her eyes wide and watery. He disregarded her, and dragged her back.
“I know what you’re doing, Star.”
I nodded and held up my hands. “I’m sorry, I’ll shush now.”
I straightened my back, making sure to keep my eyes fixed on Delia no matter how much it hurt me, even though I refused to accept it hurt me.
It sickened me the way she made slurping noises. Dante watched her as he guided his cock in and out of her mouth, then every now and again turned his eyes to mine. I made sure to smile encouragingly every time. I noticed she had to work hard to keep him hard. Perhaps the good doc needed the tips.
“You know, Cade has my name tattooed on his cock. That is some sexy shit. His cock always belongs to me now. And come to think of it, it’s a bit thicker than yours.” I held up my fingers, holding my thumb and forefinger a couple of inches apart, not stopping when he pushed Delia away and shoved his dick back into his pants. “Not much, but definitely a little bigger, although it makes all the difference . . .”
His fist in my hair yanked thousands of follicles out of my head. Dragging me across the room until I faced the end of the couch, he bent me over the arm and palmed the back of my head, driving my face into a cushion.
I struggled beneath him, regretting my stupidity. I didn’t allow him to see that, though, it would have excited him even further.
“I fucking warned you. You really should listen.”
Sliding a hand under my stomach, he grappled with the button on my pants as he pushed my face harder into the sofa. I became faint with the lack of oxygen. My lungs burned, but Dante seemed unaware as he yanked at the waistband of my pants, pulling them and my panties to my thighs. The action allowed me to get a lungful of oxygen when the pressure on my head gave a little.
Once again, the lights dipped but came back on and I wondered if there was a storm brewing outside. The dining room drapes had been drawn by the staff earlier when night had descended. I would have loved nothing more than to concentrate on the storm; allow it to take me some other place.
“Dante, please don’t. I-”
He snatched at my hair and bent my neck back so severely it restricted the use of my voice box.
“You want this, Star. Don’t deny it. I saw the way you looked at Delia. I saw the need in you. Deny it all you want but you love nothing more than when my cock is in you, filling your wet cunt or ramming the tightness of your ass.”
I shook my head as much as I could, denying him the truth. I loved the connection because I had been starved of it but now he repulsed me. After the acts he committed to get me here I would never feel anything but hate for him.
“Let’s see, shall we?”
I cringed when he plunged a finger into me and he laughed when he was met with a slick heat. I hated the way my body reacted to him. I hated him with a passion but my pussy evidently didn’t feel the same way as it prepared for his crude entry.
Squeezing my eyes closed and fighting tears when he laughed cruelly and pushed his cock deep inside me, I prepared my mind and allowed it to take me elsewhere. My body relaxed when the memory that came to me was when Cade had taken me to the fairground . . .
“CADE!”
He laughed and, his glee at how the ride scared me shitless made me laugh too, despite the fear and my rampant heartbeat.
“Stop laughing at me!” I giggled, slapping his arm and
Reshonda Tate Billingsley