to judge? As long as he didn’t go sticking his dick in anything else while we were together, I didn’t care where he’d been before, only that he’d ended up here with me.
Mine. Dante Storm was mine, and I wouldn’t have it any other way, frankly. His violent, psychotic side might scare me, but I felt safe with him regardless. He was my animal, my destructive storm, and I never planned on letting him go. Hell, after all of this was over, I was even debating on telling him to take me to my dad.
But one thing at a time.
Without saying a word, Dante let go of his length and reached into the box, pulling out a small wrapper. I knew his game, of course. We’d rushed here before Vaughn so he could have me to himself, first. Or, and this was a bit more likely, I think, Dante wanted to be in the middle of the act when Vaughn arrived, make him see him claiming me. Guys and marking their territory, I swore. Just silly.
Once the condom was rolled onto his dick, Dante crawled on the bed, his knees further opening mine as he positioned himself between me. His arms held him up, his face hovering above mine, azure stare never once leaving me as he pushed in, inch after inch, filling me up in the slowest possible way.
My eyelids slammed shut, and I moaned. I couldn’t help it. The first few moments of feeling so full were…something else. A reminder of what it was like to be one with someone else, my body telling me I wasn’t complete unless there was a dick inside of me.
I know. Crazy. But like I’d mentioned on multiple occasions before, these guys made me all sorts of horny, okay? So don’t judge me.
Dante took his own speed, his hips thrusting in a way that made me squirm. My body was hot, and the sounds that came from the both of us filled the room, a symphony of sweat and sex. I never wanted him to stop.
If surrendering to the devil was supposed to be bad and yet felt this good…I didn’t want to be an angel. I wanted to make the great fall with him, turn my white wings black, and revel in whatever darkness he’d invite me to.
Darkness had never felt so good.
Chapter Twenty-One – Vaughn
If I could bring Jaz over to my house every day, I would. Alas, I didn’t come from a normal family, and that one time had been hard enough to wrangle out of Markus. Unless it was business, no one came onto our estate. Not for studying, not for simply hanging out, and not for sex.
Ever since then, Jaz had dominated my mind more than she had before, which I didn’t even realize was possible. I thought about her during class when I should at least attempt to focus, I dreamed of her at night—in vivid detail, too. She’d come out of nowhere to knock me off my feet, and I’d found her presence to become reassuring and I looked forward to seeing her each day.
Dante had been so adamant about seeing her after school today, so desperate in his craving of her. How was I supposed to just sit there and not invite myself along? I just as urgently needed her.
My family was full of obsessions. The obsession to kill, the obsession to dominate, the obsession to own someone else utterly and completely. Until Jaz, I would’ve bet my life that I’d never experience any feelings like that. I was never interested, never even thought twice about it.
Then Jaz came, and like a hurricane, she destroyed everything I thought I knew. I couldn’t say what it was. She was beautiful, yes, but so were other girls in Midpark. Nowhere near her level, I’d say, but it wasn’t about her looks. Not when it came to me. What I felt inside, it was…it was instinctual. It was like something inside of me just knew: she was mine. She was meant to be mine.
Apparently she was meant to belong to others as well, but that was neither here nor there. Some of my other brothers share their women, so I knew relationships like that could last, if everyone was truly on board.
Would she be on board for me, after we graduated Midpark? I owed the family, and beyond what I owed them, I would be working for them. It felt like almost too much to ask, but…but