His Alpha Regret and RetuArned Queen 12

Chapter 12: She wanted a monster? 

Dante’s POV 

Gia was reluctant, I saw the war in her head. But slowly she lay back… and opened her legs shyly for me, like she was ashamed of the act. 

My gaze dropped. 

And fuck me… she was perfect. 

Her core was bare and smooth, and the way her clit peeked out subtly, already puffed up like it needed my attention… it made my mouth water. 

I wanted to drop to my knees, suck and torture that spot until her body arched and trembled, until her breath shattered and she cried out my name over and over, begging me not to stop. 

But tonight wasn’t about teasing. It was about claiming. 

I stepped back, strode to the bedside drawer, pulled it open, and grabbed protection. 

She flinched as I tore the wrapper with my teeth, watching her the entire time. Her eyes widened as I slid it on, and I could see the way her body stiffened even more. 

I climbed over her slowly, letting my body hover above hers without pressing down. She looked so fucking small under me, like a porcelain doll in a world built for monsters. 

And I was the monster. 

Then her glassy, overwhelmed eyes locked onto mine. 

She didn’t feel like the enemy, she felt… breakable. 

And for a second, the need for revenge dulled just a little at the fear in her eyes. 

Then she said the most ridiculous thing I’d heard all night. 

“Please…” she whispered, “can it be… quick?” 

My jaw clenched. Was she serious? 

For a moment, I didn’t know whether to laugh… or punish her for thinking she had the right to make requests. 

Quick? 

She had no idea what she was asking. No idea what I was holding back and how deep or rough I could be. If I didn’t pace myself and let the rage win, I could tear her apart. 

“Don’t make requests you can’t see through to the end,” I warned, my voice rough as gravel, as my hand slid between us. 

I took my time gliding down the length of my abdomen, between her thighs, until my fingers reached her center. I needed to make sure she was ready. 

My fingers swiped between her folds, warm, slick, but not nearly soaked enough for what was coming. 

Her body trembled under my touch, and a soft breath escaped her lips. 

“You want us to be quick, huh…” I whispered darkly against her neck, as I found her entrance, stroked lightly, 

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letting the tips tease the edges. 

Her hips lifted slightly as she sucked in a deep breath. Even that light touch set her nerves on fire. 

Then, without warning, I slid one finger in. 

Her walls clamped down instantly, and she winced. “Ah… oh… that hurts…” 

I stilled completely. 

Gritting my teeth, I froze above her, breathing through the surge of guilt that punched into my gut. I should’ve taken more time. Let her body open to me, coaxed her until she was dripping. 

But her damn words, I let her words push me to lose control, and that wasn’t how this was supposed to go. 

“My pretty doll,” I whispered, brushing her cheek with the back of my hand, “that’s because you’re fucking tight… and I was following your instructions.” 

“Oh…” she whispered, as if only now realizing the weight of her own words. 

“Your body needs to be properly aroused if you want to feel anything other than pain,” I murmured, my lips ghosting over her skin. “And for that to happen… you have to relax.” 

I stared down at her, watching every trace of emotion, and as usual, she tried to look away. 

“Don’t look away,” I growled. 

She turned her head back, eyes innocent, barely hiding the confusion behind them. 

I pushed in again, much slower this time. 

One finger, dragging against her walls. She was tight, unbearably tight… but as I moved in and out, slowly, patiently, I began to feel her body open around me. 

I kept the rhythm slow, dragging every second out, watching her try and fail to fight off the rhythm I was building. 

And then I saw it, her pupils dilated, mouth parted, hips rising to meet my hand, desperate for more. She couldn’t hide it anymore. 

“Look at that…” I whispered darkly. 

“My pretty doll… already so needy. Taking all my fingers in like a desperate little toy…” 

I slid a second finger inside, curling the two just right. 

“Fuck…” I hissed through my teeth as her walls clenched hard, adjusting to the stretch. “So fucking tight…” 

“Dante…” she gasped, her voice breathy, strained. 

Her back arched and legs trembled, thighs tensing. She whimpered beneath me, soft and raw, 

My lips found her neck, kissing her skin, trailing soft bites along her throat. My mouth hovered near hers. 

I didn’t kiss her, not until she asked for it. 

Her cheeks flushed with warmth, a soft pink spreading across her skin. 

“Don’t fight it,” I murmured, my voice a low growl. “Instead embrace the feelings only I can stir in you…” 

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1 dragged my tongue along the slope of her neck. 

“Let go.” 

I could feel her walls spasming and tensing around my fingers, like her body didn’t know whether to fight or surrender. 

And then I added a third finger, 

She gasped, then bit her lip. 

1 stretched her slowly, the pace growing faster now, pushing her toward the edge. She was soaking now, thighs slick, breath ragged, her voice cracked from the moans she tried to suppress. 

“No… no… it’s not possible…” she protested. “I can’t feel these things for a depraved monster…” 

her 

For some unexplainable reason, her words and reaction stabbed deep. She thought I was a depraved monster, even when I was looking after her in my own way. But I wasn’t going to let her push me to lose control again. 

I leaned closer, my lips grazing her ear. 

“Oh, pretty doll…” I groaned. “But you already do.” 

That’s when she pushed at my chest, hands shaking. 

“No, I don’t… it’s a lie!” she retorted, as though the very thought of desiring me was vile. 

I caught her wrists with my free hand, stilling them above her head with a low growl. 

“Stay still,” I warned. “In a few seconds… you’ll cum, screaming my name.” 

I stroked her faster, deeper. Her body arched again. Her walls clenched around my fingers like they were betraying her, like her own body didn’t know who to obey, me or her pride. 

Her moans grew louder and more ragged. Every breath she took made it harder for me to hold back. 

But then she said the one thing that shattered the last of my control. 

“Your touch repulses me,” she spat between breaths. 

“Just stop trying to provoke a reaction. Stick that big thing inside me and get it over with.” 

I stopped, and for a fleeting second, the room was silent. 

Then the rage came, surged through my veins, feeding on every word she’d just thrown in my face. 

The need to punish her, to make her eat her words, to remind her exactly who she was tempting, took over. 

She wanted a monster? 

I’d show her what it meant to be fucked by one. 

My jaw clenched as I ripped my fingers from her body. She gasped, and I didn’t care. 

I grabbed her thighs, parted them roughly, ignoring the fear flashing across her face as I lined my cock at her entrance, ready to thrust in with no mercy or tenderness. Nothing but brutal force. 

If she wanted pain, I’d give it to her. 

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She didn’t realize I’d been holding back. Protecting her. Cradling what little innocence she had left between trembling fingers. 

But now? 

Now, she was about to bleed for testing me. 

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