(... continued)
"You are what, my wildflower? Sorry? Frightened? Aroused? Your heart is trying to beat its way out of your chest!"
Amara's heart was really really out of control.
It was beating at such an alarming rate, she thought she might have an actual heart attack.
The room began to shrink, the walls started to breathe… every inhale was a torture with Dante's scent mixing in it. Intoxicating.
The more she breathed him in, the more her head spun like a lunatic… all she wanted to do was shove him against that wall… rip his shirt open ( Oh shoot! He was already standing shirtless, so close to her). Amara,get a grip! Or not!
She wanted to push him against that couch behind him, and kiss those tough muscles above his perfect six packs… she wanted to taste his skin… wanted to flick her tongue over his hardened nipples…STOP! AMARA STOP!
He just kidnapped your entire family, Amara!He threw them in the dungeon. He keeps them chained up like animals. Feeds them only once a day… or maybe once in two days. Including your innocent brother and sister. What do they have to do with any of this! AWAKE UP, AMARA! WAKE UP! You can not day dream about him!
Snap! Snap!
"What's the matter, my wild one? Looking a little lost, aren't you? And why are your cheeks so red all of a sudden? Damn! You know I can smell what's pooling between your legs, right?!" Dante snapped his fingers in front of her eyes, pulling her back as he pretended to sniff the air.
Her throat burned where Dante's claws grazed her Mating Mark... Rowan's claim.It had long since dried. Yet when Dante touched it... It burnt... Stinging severely.
It was as if the wound was still fresh.
That subtle pain reminded her again that she was in his grip…at his mercy...body, soul, mind...
Dante's lips ghosted near her ear, his fangs joined his claw in that torment, pressing subtly over her Marking Spot. She could feel their sharpness without him needing to sink them in.
She was technically still mated to Rowan, but the moment her skin tasted Dante… his warm breath, his steaming saliva… her legs began to give away.
She did not care if the whole world called her a whore…all she wanted was him… to make her feel whole…
"Your pulse," he murmured, the pheromone radiating off him was making her head dizzy, "...is fucking excited for me.I can feel it! "
Amara clenched her jaw. "Get away from me."
It took way too much resolve than she thought would be required.
But that only made him chuckle.
He smirked low, dark,like a predator entertained by its prey. "Away? Are you certain,my lady?" He flipped her around before any protest left her mouth and placed his thumb, right over it.
He gently pressed it inside… Amara gulped…but his taste only made her press both legs together.
At this point, even she could smell herself releasing her sweetness at such an embarrassing rate…it felt like announcing her desire to fuck Alpha Dante, from the top of the highest minar.
" Hmmm, am I making it very difficult for you to hate me, my love?"
Her breath hitched, her eyes snapping up to his. His face was too close…his grey eyes looking over her like storm clouds, dissecting her every flinch.
"I didn't…no you…it isn't…" she began, but his thumb pressed further against her lips, silencing her… and then invading her again.
It pressed against her tongue, lingering a little too long against her front teeth.
"I saw you stealing ,you know." His voice dropped, silken and dangerous.
" What? No! I did not steal anything… You are lying… "
"I saw you stealing glances at me…"
Amara froze as that wicked, self satisfactory grin spread over Dante's irresistibly handsome face.
" You! You are impossible…"
She pushed at his chest, but it was like shoving against stone. "You disgust me, Dante."
"Good. Hatred keeps things… interesting." He leaned in, his lips barely brushing the shell of her ear again. "But you are trembling…" His hand slid from her throat down to the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
Amara jerked back.
Her heart lurched. She could barely breathe anymore.
"Fuck you," she hissed, her voice breaking, more desperate than venomous.
His eyes glittered, amused. "Careful, wildflower. Say it like that again, and I might just take it as an invitation...tell me, are you that desperate,baby?"
Her lashes fluttered.
His hand brushed deliberately slow up her arm, over her bandaged palm, making her flinch at the sting. He stopped at her collarbone, fingers pressing lightly against her skin, as though he were weighing the fragility of her.
Amara's throat closed up.
Dante's smile curved in victory, though it wasn't gentle. It was cruel. Tormented. Even hungry.
She finally choked out, "Dante, whatever you have with me, you can take it all out on me. I wouldn't budge. I swear. I deserve it. I agree. But my family… my siblings… they are innocent...Please, Dante. I beg you. Please leave them out of this. Let them go. They are just kids! Please don't ruin their lives just because you hate me!"
Dante paused, then replied as casually as reporting weather. "It doesn't work that way, sweetheart! You are in no condition to negotiate terms with me… you are… nothing…"
Amara's eyes flickered, trying to keep up with the shift in his gaze.
And then without realising the words slithered out of her lips. "Who are you, Dante? I fucking hate you."
His hand tightened in her hair, tilting her head back a little. His voice was like molten lava. "Then hate me properly, wildflower. Hate me with every fucking heartbeat. So it's easy for me too…"
Before she could understand what he meant, he yanked her by her shoulder and shoved her out of the door.
"Go back to the servant's quarter. Get some rest," he spat. "You will need your strength tomorrow. Day starts at four thirty am. Don't forget!"
Faster than Amara could bat an eye, the door slammed on her face with a loud thud.