Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“I’m fine,” I lie, even though I know he’ll never believe me.
Dante spins me around so I’m facing him. He presses the sharp tip of his blade against the curve of my chin then trails it slowly down my neck. I’m not afraid of him. I know he won’t hurt me more than I need. When he pushes the tip into my flesh, I can’t stop the hiss that escapes my lips. Then pulling it way, he brings the shiny steel to his tongue and licks off the drop of blood he’s drawn.
“I taste a lie,” Dante says as he leans his head to the side. “I don’t like lies, little mouse.”
His nickname for me comes from when we first met, and I appeared timid and shy. I love that it’s unique to me. Rayne is his little raindrop. We both belong to Dante—there’s no doubt about that.
“I know you don’t,” I tell him, tipping my chin up in a show of defiance, but it won’t last long. I know I’ll soon crumble from the torture he offers.
I crave it. I need it. I love it.
The knife makes its way down to my chest where Dante nicks me twice more. Leaning in, he laps at the wetness, and when he straightens, I can see crimson on his tongue. That’s when he steals my lips and kisses me so I can taste the metallic flavor of my essence as well.
This man can turn me inside out and upside down. I’m obsessed with him. There’s never been a moment with Dante where I’ve felt I needed saving. He’s my dark knight in leather and denim.
“Will you tell me what’s got you bothered?” he asks, his eyes holding mine hostage.
I want to tell him, I want to admit I’m scared of seeing Bane again, but I don’t.
“Why don’t we spend the night doing nothing but playing?” I suggest, changing the subject.
It’s easier to have sex than it is to talk about feelings. It’s something we all have in common. We’d rather enjoy a rough fuck than sit around discussing our emotions and admitting how much we love each other.
But even so, we know we do.
The words may not have been uttered, but I know they’re felt by all of us because they’re evident in everything we say and do. There’s no doubt we all feel the same way, but something big will have to happen before we finally admit it. I don’t know what will push us over the edge, but whatever it is, I’m not sure it’s going to be a good thing.
Dante nods, appeasing me for the time being.
“This isn’t over, though,” he warns.
He leaves me in my room and goes to fetch Rayne. I know it isn’t over, because Dante doesn’t give up that easily, but for now, I have won the battle. Now we can enjoy some downtime in this lovely Parisian house before we get to work.
9
DANTE
I sit back in the enormous, leather armchair in the corner of the room, watching Harper and Rayne.
They are dancing to the throbbing beat of the song blaring through the speaker system. I bring the glass of whiskey to my lips and take a sip, enjoying the burn it provides. It’s been a long day, but even though I’m exhausted, I want the girls to have fun, and I intend to join in very fucking soon.
I need to let loose the side of me that craves the depravities they allow me to inflict on their bodies.
I’m aware of each sway of their hips and giggle that escapes their lips, and I harden at the thought of them begging me to fuck them.
I met Harper first. She came into my life when I was angry and ready to commit murder. I wanted to kill everyone in my path. It was about the same time I realized my dead father, the vile devil who portrayed himself as a successful, upstanding businessman, had more than a thousand trafficking contacts around the world.
From the moment I first laid eyes on Harper, I was smitten. I thought about how good her lips would look wrapped around my cock, but it never crossed my mind to consider our emotions and feelings. I can see in her eyes and Rayne’s they’ve fallen for me, but even now, I don’t know how to express my love. Well, at least not in the traditional way.
“Why don’t you girls strip for me?” I coax from my darkened corner as I finish my drink.
They look over at me, watching me intently, before they obey while continuing to dance. And with every item of clothing that hits the carpet, the ache in my groin intensifies. I want to drive into them, fuck them mercilessly, then fall asleep between them.
“Are you joining us?” Harper pouts as she looks over at me while Rayne kisses her neck.