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Chapter 90: I’ve started to care about you
Gla’s POV
When Dante came back and stood in front of me, he pushed a button.
It made a low, powerful buzzing sound and vibrated intensely in his hand.
Hell. It was clearly a vibrator, but bigger and more intimidating than anything I’d ever seen. The vibrations looked strong enough to………
Oh fuck.
“The truth is your safe word,” Dante said, his voice low and commanding. “Use it, and all of this stops. But as long as you keep lying to me…….” He let the threat hang in the air.
“Don…..” I tried, but he wasn’t listening.
He brought the vibrating wand up slowly, letting me watch as it got closer and closer to my clamped nipples.
When the vibrations hit my already tortured, sensitive flesh, I nearly screamed.
“D…o.n…..” The moan tore from my throat as he held the wand against one nipple, then the other, the intense vibrations traveling through the clamps and amplifying the sensation a hundredfold.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his free hand gripping my hip possessively. “Let me hear how good this feels. Let me hear you fall apart.”
He alternated between both nipples methodically, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my entire body. The pleasure built and built, coiling tighter in my core. I was right on the edge of something explosive, something that would shatter me completely.
My hips were moving involuntarily, seeking friction that wasn’t there, desperate for relief. The restraints prevented me from doing anything but taking whatever he gave me, and the helplessness only intensified every sensation.
And then he stopped.
“No!” The protest burst from my lips before I could stop it.
“Dante, please…” I pleaded, not even knowing what I was begging for anymore, mo
- it.
That dark smirk returned. “Please what, Gianna? Tell me what you want.”
ercy or release or all of
But instead of waiting for an answer, he dragged the wand slowly, torturously down the center of my body. Through the valley between my breasts, over my stomach where my muscles contracted at the contact, lower and lower until he reached the lace covering my heat.
The vibrations through the fabric made me gasp, my body jerking against the restraints. Then he angled the wand directly over where my clit strained against the lace, and I nearly came undone.
Pleasure shot through me like lightning, fast and blinding moan tore from my throat, his name, raw and shameless. My hips moved on their own, grinding helplessly toward the vibrations, chasing the unbearable pleasure.
Wetness flooded between my thighs, soaking through the lace, my inner walls clenching desperately around nothing, aching to be filled.
“Dante!” It came out as a broken cry, part plea, part surrender.
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“That’s right,” he rasped, voice rough and commanding. “Say my name. Let everyo who’s making you feel this good.”
house know
I thought I’d pass out from the overwhelming sensation. My body was being teased to its absolute limit, wound so tight I felt like I might shatter into pieces at any moment. I needed release so badly it was almost painful, a desperate ache that consumed every thought.
“Dante…” I moaned, my voice cracking with desperation. “Please…”
But he showed no mercy. He pressed the wand hard against my clit, then pulled it away just as I was about to fall apart, again and again, dragging me cruelly back from the brink each time.
“I’ve got to say, you’ve got a tolerance, baby…” he growled, his voice filled with control and arousal he wasn’t even trying to hide. I could see the hard outline straining against his pants, proof of how much this was affecting him too. “Tell me everything, or I’ll keep you here on this edge all fucking night. I’ll make you beg, cry, and plead, but I won’t let you come until you give me what I want.”
Then he pressed the wand harder, the vibration deepening until I nearly sobbed.
“You want to come so badly, don’t you? You need it,” he taunted, his other hand reaching up to tug sharply on the chain connecting the clamps.
The dual sensation……the relentless vibration on my clit and the sharp pull on my nipples……. was unbearable. Pain and pleasure collided, crashing through me until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
“Yes!” I gasped out desperately. “Yes, please!” Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, my entire body trembling with need.
He turned up the intensity, and I shattered. Every wall, every last bit of resistance I’d been clinging to collapsed completely.
“Dante, please…” I sobbed, trembling. “I don’t want to get them in trouble…”
He paused. The wand went silent. The sudden stillness was deafening.
His eyes darkened, expression shifting, surprise flashing there for just a second before it was replaced by something far more terrifying.
“Them?” His voice dropped to a deadly calm. “Tell me. Now.”
I couldn’t fight anymore. My body was shaking, my mind fractured by everything he put me through. The need for release, for mercy, for it all to stop, it broke me open.
“Mira…” The word tumbled out, raw and trembling. “I used Mira. I made her think we were friends so she’d let her guard down. She told me about the secret passage Bruno once mentioned. She never showed me exactly where, but when she said the staff was throwing a party, I went. I got close to everyone, made them trust me. When they were drunk, Mira slipped away to see Bruno. I followed her, that’s how I found the passage, how I knew where it was.”
The words kept coming, unstoppable now.
“Did you have outside help?”
My body was still throbbing with unspent desire, every breath coming in uneven gasps. “No, I didn’t… I swear…”
“And the twenty thousand dollars found in your possession when you tried to escape?”
Shame flooded through me alongside the still–burning arousal. “I stole it from your closet. I knew I wouldn’t make it far without money, so I… I took it.”
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His brows furrowed as he studied me. “Who were you planning to reach out to once
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Tears blurred my vision as I shook my head. “Niccolò… I don’t even know how to reach… promised to help me escape you. Before all this. I thought if I could just get away, maybe he’d keep his word, help me disappear somewhere you’d never find me.”
The rage that flashed across Dante’s face was absolutely terrifying.
“You thought you could escape me?”
He stepped back abruptly, the wand falling away and leaving me hanging there, desperate and aching and so close to the edge I wanted to scream in frustration.
“You lied to my face. You stole from me. You used and manipulated my guards, betrayed their trust, and now you’re standing here ratting them out like a coward. Just like your father, who sold out his own people to save himself. Why am I even surprised?” (1)
That was the second time he’d accused me of being a coward like my father, and anger flared hot in my chest despite everything. I hated being compared to him, hated that Dante would think I was anything like that man.
But beneath Dante’s anger, I saw the flash of hurt in his eyes……. the pain of my betrayal cutting deeper than he wanted to show.
“Dante, I’m sorry.” My voice cracked. “I shouldn’t have betrayed any of them, I know that, but…”
“But what?” He stepped closer, his presence suffocating.
“Escaping from this place is all I’ve thought about since day one,” I cried, the words spilling out as tears streamed down my face. “Since you took me from everything I knew. And why shouldn’t I? You bought me like a common whore, and…”
“You had to work with my enemies to justify that?” he cut me off. “That’s what you’re telling me?”
“No!” I shook my head frantically, my hair sticking to my tear-stained cheeks. “I would never…”
“I’m supposed to trust you?” His voice cracked, the pain in it hitting me harder than the anger. “After everything? After you’ve lied to my face, manipulated everyone around you, back for weeks?”
“Not me entirely,” I pleaded, my voice shaking. “But trust that I would never sell
‘your escape behind my
out to your enemies. Never.”
He moved closer, eliminating the space between us until his face was inches from mine. His dark eyes searched mine intensely, looking for the lie, for any hint of deception
“And why is that?” His tone softened just slightly, low and intimate, though the fury still burned underneath.
His breath brushed against my lips. I could see every conflicting emotion in his eye……..pain, betrayal, disbelief…….. and a part of me broke wide open.
“Because as much as I hate it,” I whispered, my voice trembling, “as much as I’ve tried to fight it… I’ve started to care about you.”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
