Page 49 of Ruthless Sinner
“How many men have you killed?”
His expression shifts, his eyes widening in surprise. His grip on my waist tightens incrementally, like a vise closing around me. “You can’t compare yourself to me, Adalina. I was?—”
“How did you feel after you killed your first man?” I cut him off.
Dante closes his eyes and takes a slow, deep breath. He looks tense, but then his features relax as he opens his eyes again and speaks. “Nothing. I felt nothing.”
The abyss of Dante’s soul is unfathomable, a black void that rivals even my father’s darkness. His lack of emotion sends chills down my spine, making me question my own morality. If a man like him feels nothing when he kills, what hope is there for someone like me who feels nothing? “I feel nothing, too,” I whisper.
A faint glimmer of a smile dances across his lips like a delicate brushstroke on a canvas. “You really wanted him dead, though,” Dante reasons to explain away my feelings of nothingness. “What he did to you was horrible and?—”
Before he can finish his sentence, I cut him off with a kiss. My body moves of its own accord as I stand on my toes to reach his lips, the tingle of anticipation racing through my veins. “I don’t want to talk about my father or my feelings. I just want to be.”
Maybe the guilt will set in later. Maybe I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and cry out because I killed my father. Maybe I’ll regret my actions in a few weeks or months when the dust has settled.
But at this moment, I crave nothing more than pure pleasure. The simple act of kissing Dante ignites a fire within me, sending tingles down my spine. My hands eagerly slip beneath his shirt, relishing the feeling of his warm skin against mine. As our kiss deepens, I can feel the heat and electricity between us intensifying. His body presses against mine, our movements in perfect sync as we lose ourselves in the moment. It’s a rush of sensations that overwhelms me with pure ecstasy.
If the remorse is coming, I can’t stop it. But right now, I’ll enjoy a little indulgence before the hard light of day sheds truth on who I’ve become.
Chapter 51
Dante
Idon’t want to share an intimate moment with Adalina next to the warm corpse of her dead father, but she leaves me no choice. She is persistent, pursuing me with reckless abandon and forcing her tongue into my mouth, a reminder that I am still alive. Before I can push her away and implore her to think twice about her decision, she slinks down my body and falls to her knees.
I am powerless against the seductive lure of Adalina. She kneels before me, her intense gaze locking with mine as she delicately tugs on my belt and deftly undoes my pants. I know I should push her away, but she holds me under her spell. And when she reveals my throbbing erection, all thoughts of reason are lost. The scent of blood fills the air from Tommaso’s lifeless body, yet my attention remains fixed on Adalina as she expertly moves her hands back and forth, sending shivers of pleasure through my body.
Do the right thing. Stop her. Don’t do this while your brothers are waiting upstairs for you.
The little voice in my head makes a whole lot of sense, but when Adalina wraps her lips around the head of my penis, the only thing I hear is a hallelujah choir.
I throw my head back in ecstasy as her warm, wet mouth engulfs me, the tip of her tongue dancing over the ridge of my crown while her soft hand gently strokes my shaft. Adalina’s eyes gaze up at me with such intense desire that it sends a surge of lust coursing through my veins. Her long hair brushes against my thighs in rhythm with her bobbing head as she takes more of me deep into her throat, her lips stretching to accommodate me fully. The sensation is almost too much to bear; every nerve ending is on fire, and my whole body tingles with anticipation.
I groan in pleasure as my hips instinctively thrust forward to meet each motion of her hot, sucking mouth. Every now and then, she releases me from her grasp only to run the flat of her tongue along the length of my shaft from base to tip before taking me back into her warm embrace. Her fingers continue their gentle massage, driving me wild with need.
I can feel myself getting closer and closer to release, my muscles tensing up, anticipating the inevitable explosion about to occur. Adalina matches my pace, and I grab onto her hair and thrust deeply into her mouth one last time before filling it with my seed. She swallows it all, her throat working rhythmically around me to milk every last drop from my shaft. I watch as a few pearls drip down her chin when she pulls away, and she brings her hand up to wipe them without disgust or embarrassment.
“Adalina…” I breathe her name like a prayer, lost in the haze of afterglow.
She climbs to her feet, a soft smile on her lips. There’s something in her eyes—not quite desire, not quite hate. “Tonight, you gave me the only thing I’ve wanted since I was a child. I can never repay you enough.”
She can. She can repay me in so many ways. She can give me a happiness that I never realized I wanted. “Marry me,” I say, the words spilling out in post-orgasmic bliss.
The smile on Adalina’s face falters, and her jaw drops open. If only I had a ring, I could be down on one knee; I could offer her the world with a 14K white gold diam-
“I thought you’d let me go.” Adalina interrupts my thoughts, sending a piercing arrow straight through my desires. “My father is dead. There’s no reason for me to stay.”
The pain that blinds me is white hot. A mixture of anger, frustration, and humiliation fills me with rage. I thought she felt the same way about me. Our courtship may have started with a few lies and false pretenses, but time has bonded us together. Trauma has forced us to see each other in a new light, and now we are bound by a deeper understanding. We’re meant to be…
“Dante,” her face darkens, “please.”
Adalina’s words trigger the beast inside of me. I reach out to grab her by the throat, stealing the oxygen before it can fill her lungs. “Your family still owes mine a debt,” I reply between gritted teeth.
She reaches up to grab my wrist, scrambling to free herself from my clutches. I loosen my grip slightly, enough for her to squeeze out the words, “I don’t have any money.”
I could force her to sell her father’s property. After all, she’ll inherit it now that he’s dead. I could take the money and free her, let her live out the rest of her days as a penniless whore offering her body to men in exchange for a roof over her head for the night. I have all the power. I can do whatever I want.
But I only want Adalina.