A Promise of Torment (A Violent Agenda)

His brow furrows but he nods and holds me down on the desk, pressing his cock between my legs as I open them. I let out a feral sound as he rubs against me. At last, I feel the tip slide in. But not all the way. He stops, making me wait. I’m soaked, aching all over, begging to be filled. I’m practically shaking.

And he fucking stopped.

I stare up into his icy blue eyes, and I have no idea why he’s not fucking me yet. But I’m done waiting. I never use my mouth like that. Blow jobs—I just don’t. But Dante is different. As soon as I saw his perfect length, I longed to taste him. And now I need him to fuck me with that perfection. I gave. Now he needs to take. As if reading my thoughts, Dante smirks. I scowl and try to wrap my legs around him to nestle closer, but he pushes me back down.

“Just fuck me already,” I hiss as I look up from where I’m lying on the desk.

“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready,” he says smoothly, pushing inside me a little more. Still not all the way. I dig my nails into his arms and glare into his eyes. He chuckles, as though he knows how much this is killing me.

“Tell me how much you want this,” he says, head cocked.

“I need it. I need you.”

He smiles devilishly, and drives his hips forward, filling me up, stretching me completely. The soreness that was there from before, and the size of him shoving deeply in, is eased by how dripping wet I am for him. Still, I groan loudly, mouth open and eyes wide, which just makes him fuck me again twice as hard.

“You’re going too slow,” I breathe out.

He shakes his head. “No, this is how I want to take you. I want to enjoy every second of you, V.”

Then he fucks me. Slowly.

The pace is damn near brutal.

I clench around him, eyes open the entire time, burning the vision of Dante fucking me into my brain. The feeling of him stretching me, thrusting deeper, has my heart hammering in my chest. Every moan I give off makes his thrust a little harder. Every gasp I make, has me growling with pleasure. Dante watches, amused the whole fucking time.

“What’s so funny?” I gasp.

“You. I’m enjoying making you squirm over my cock. You’re pretty fucking perfect.” He slams into me roughly on the word perfect.

The pleasure has wrapped around my core, tightening every time he drives into me. When his hand holding me down moves to squeeze my breast, the other one strokes around my clit, and I can no longer hold back.

I come hard, shuddering around him.

My release is earth shattering and long over fucking due. Then I come again, harder this time as he thrusts into me relentlessly, while I say his name like a prayer on my lips. Finally, he pulls out and coats my stomach and chest with his cum, the whole time watching me with an intense gaze full of lust and dark promises.

I’m panting, covered in him. It runs down my stomach as he drags me up to claim my mouth with his. I melt against him, shaking and satisfied both at once.

Dante was right. This was what I needed.

He was what I needed.

“How did you know?” I ask, wiping myself down with some of the medical bed sheets before dressing. There’s a shower in the medical bay, but I prefer to shower in my own room alone. Not that I would expect Dante to jump in with me. I don’t know what this is between us, but I don’t need to know. I was broken, or close to it. I still am, but at least I’ve chased the demons in my head away for a while.

Dante gives me a look, corner of his lips twitching. Then he comes over and puts his arms around me. I’m not expecting him to, and it makes me tense. “Because I know you, V. I’ve known you my whole life,” he says, looking down at me. He takes me by the chin and draws my face up to look at him. “And because you’ve always been mine.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I just give a light shove, and gather my hoodie off the chair, and stalk toward the exit.

I don’t know what to think anymore. It’s a fucking mess inside my head, even if my body is less rebellious now it’s found some sweetness in hell.

“Don’t forget. Training tomorrow,” Dante calls out.

I give him the finger and walk out the room.