Dante's Love (18+)

Chapter 22

3rd POV:

The hesitant driver made up his mind when he saw that his boss was too preoccupied with the forgettable girl outside to care about the goddess that he has waiting here.

He felt himself hardening even more as the girl reached for his hand. Guiding him, she placed his hands on her assets, making him press her up closer against his body.

He looked on in awe as he saw the temptress jerk his tie, forcing him closed to her luscious lips. She was undeniably gorgeous whilst he was undeniably under her spell.

Unbeknownst to her livid partner who just caught a whiff of her arousal and a slight sigh of her moans.

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Quincy's POV:

The driver's door was ripped open and I immediately cowered back, the harsh winds slapping my face.

I saw a glimpse of his furious face as he flung Paul out of the car. He replaced him on the drivers seat and slammed the doors closed. He was absolutely enraged. I bit my lip as he started the engine.

Just as he was about to gas it, I squeaked out, "Wait, Paul. He doesn't have a ride, or money..."

There was a deadly pause and for a second, I wished I could have kept my mouth shut. However, Dante just grabbed a bunch of green notes, unwinded the window and tossed it to Paul's shocked face.

With that, he sped off into the night with me right by his side.

I was deathly afraid of the speed we were going at and managed to find my voice a couple of times, long enough to ask Dante to slow down. But he was red with rage, his knuckles turning white with how tightly he was grabbing onto the wheel.

We stopped abruptly by the edge of a forest. I could not bare to bring myself to face him. I was embarrassed and confused. The buzzing between my legs had finally stopped. Dante switched it off a while ago.

"Ride me."

"What!" I snapped my eyes on him, almost laughing at his ludicrous demand.

I caught him coddling up to his ex and he wants to have sex? No fucking way.

"Ride me like how you would have rode him if I had not interrupt." His eyes met mine and they blaze with a fury and passion that I had no idea that he possessed.

I looked away, trying to bring my walls back up when I felt myself being taken out of my seat and placed directly on his lap.

I moan softly as his bulge hit my sensitive core, pushing the once-vibrating dildo further into me.

He removed the small toy from me and flung it into the backseat, forgotten. His eyes bore into mine as he waited. This was unusual of him.

Dante does not wait. He takes and takes whatever he desires. No matter the price.

But this time, he made no move. And I fell for his trap, again and again and again. I fell prey to the most dangerous sin there is.

I bit my lip as I hastily took out his impressive length. I let my saliva drip onto it, lubricating it before forcing myself to take his length.

Both of us moaned as I slid down his length, right down to his balls. I wanted to wrap my hands around him or tug at his hair. But he stopped me. Instead he tied my hands together behind my back.