The Deception series boxset: FaCade, Cadence, Beneath Innocence (43 page)

I told myself over and over. I hated that he could do that to me, make me battle my own demons to feed his. It was all a game, every single second he held control.

Instinctively, my eyes fluttered closed as my hips pressed towards the source of the pleasure, demanding more, needing more.
Cade, Cade, Cade . . .

“That’s it, Belle, open for me,” he breathed as I let myself relax, my knees dropping to the side to allow him to give me what I needed. “You’re like a flower, blooming and opening to feed those who need your honey. That’s what you don’t understand.”

I started panting when he inserted another finger and fucked me harder, my hips rising as he pushed in, my chest shuddering with each stroke of his thumb over the swollen bundle of nerves ruling me. “You manipulate every man with your sweet little cunt, tempting and teasing us until we crave you with a hatred.”

He twisted his hand, pressing his pinkie into my anus as he pounded into me relentlessly. I opened my eyes, giving in to the force of desire, hating myself for it as I watched his fist fluidly stroke up and down his cock, the head teasing me as his fluid dribbled over his fingers.

He groaned when he saw my eyes watching him and moved closer to me, his hands bringing both of us to orgasm. As much as I tried to hold on, I surrendered and let it go, using the bliss as an escape from a life that terrified me.

His cum sprayed over my chest, stream after stream as he groaned out my name and decorated my pale skin. His teeth clenched as his eyes locked me in his pleasure and allowed me to see his vulnerability.

He smiled cruelly, pulling his hand away from me and then wiped his fingers across my belly. He refused to release me from his stare as he moved his hand up my body, swirling his palm into his warm, sticky cum and then trailed it upwards around my neck, making me gasp.

“You wear my mark, Star.” He continued to massage his seed into my skin, his hand sliding over my breasts, down my stomach and then pushing inside me. “You not only wear me, but you take me inside you. I own you now.”

He moved so swiftly I didn’t even have time to blink before he gripped my jaw so hard I could feel my teeth crack under the force. Dragging my face to his he sneered at me. “And don’t ever forget it!”

Dropping me, he tucked himself away and left, leaving me with my tears and heartache.

STAR’S LAUGHTER, LIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL, flowed from the dressing room. With each step I took towards the curtained off area my stomach clenched with anticipation to see her, trying on the dress she will wear to marry me. I pulled back the curtain expecting to see her being fitted into a dress by the store clerk. What should have filled me with joy instead fired up my blood in a way I had only felt for Cade. Malik stood grinning at my Star while she giggled about God knows what; she wore only her white wedding underwear.

“What’s so funny?” I barked.

Her body jolted, her hand rising to her chest. “Dante you scared me half to death. That’s bad for the baby.” She rubbed her stomach.

“What was so amusing?”

“I have no idea, she has baby brain or some shit she calls it.” Malik continued to smile at her.

“Get dressed, Star and you! Out here.”

Star’s eyes widened. Malik rolled his eyes at me, the cunt. “Fine.” He retreated with heavy steps.

I stalked towards Star, pushing her against the mirror. Her breath caught from the cold contact, her body laced in only her scent and two scraps of fabric covering her pride. My hand pushed on the back of her neck, my eyes questioning hers in the mirror. “What was so funny Star?”

“You making me wear white underwear.” She smirked.

“Well, it was me who took your purity, so it seems fitting.”

Her eyes flared. “Mmm, are you sure about that?”

Oh, she was game playing. I spun her and forced her to her knees. “I had the blood on my dick to prove it, sweet Belle, don’t try those mind games with me. You’ll lose! Now if you want me to treat you like a fucking dirty whore then all you have to do is ask. You know I love it when you’re playing whore for me. Open up.” I freed my hard cock from my slacks and nudged at her pursed lips. “Open up.”

She turned her head. “No.”

No? I held back my laugh. She really never learned. I yanked at the hair bundled on top of her head in a messy up-do. Her mouth opened to cry out and I shoved my dick into her, making her cry out again. She clamped down with her teeth, forcing me to snap her head back even further. Her teeth released me. “I thought we established if you bite I bite?”

Dragging her to her feet I pushed her back against the mirror. She squealed as I tore her panties from her. Her voice was muffled when I shoved them in her mouth. Her hands curled around my wrists as I lowered to my knees and used my palms to squeeze her tits spitefully, taking the focus off my mouth biting down on her mound.

She wiggled in my grasp but I was much too strong for her. I bit down enough to bruise and break the skin. I waited for the burst of metallic blood to hit my tongue before pulling away and looking up at her. “Next time you use your teeth on my dick, I’ll bite your clit off.”

She was completely still as the itch under my skin alerted me that I needed a fix. It left me volatile and bitter when I was due an injection. I never allowed myself to be around her when I needed a dose yet it had slipped my mind. I stood up and swiped the blood from my lips, yanking the panties from her mouth. “Oh look, I made you bleed again.”

“Fuck you!” She spat in my face, her saliva hitting my cheek.

“Want to keep sharing fluids, Star? I’m down with that.” I spun her again, pushing her face into the mirror. I saw no soul in my reflection. She had burned that up with her mistakes long ago and there was no retrieving it. But she would have to live with the monster she created.

I used the spit from my cheek to wet the head of my dick and then shoved up inside her, making her scream from my impolite entry. Her tits and face crashed against the glass as I pounded into her wet heat. No matter how much she told herself she hated me, her pussy loved me. Her sopping wet cunt slurped at me like a drunk on a bottle of whiskey. “Your pussy loves sucking my dick, Star.”

I pulled her hair, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror. My other arm snaked around her and parted her folds. “Look at your pink throbbing clit all swollen and needy. Touch it, Belle.”

“Fuck you!”

“No, sweet little slut, fuck you.”

She was close; her pussy was strangling me, her face a mask of pain as she tried not to come. She didn’t stand a chance. I brought my hand down hard with a slap to her pussy knowing the vibrations would ignite the simulation she needed to explode. Her inner walls drenched me in her climax, grasping my own and sucking my cum from me.

I laughed at her tears. “Such a drama queen.”

I pulled my dick free and slipped my fingers inside, coating them in our mixed juices, making her pussy squelch and relishing in the burn on her cheeks from her embarrassment.

“Aww, Belle, no one’s cunt gets as wet as yours. You really live for the degrading stuff.”

I pulled my cell from my pocket and flicked the screen to saved images. I held up a picture of Blue before they delivered her to Cade, strung up, naked and being fucked by two guys, blood running between her legs from the abuse.

Star’s eyes nearly reached her hair line, her mouth dropping open. She turned her eyes to me, water making them glimmer. She had seen the true monster I was.

“Dante.” My name left her lips with barely a whisper. For whatever reason I was still a person to her before this, but from the way she was looking at me and the way my name fell from her mouth it was like she was mourning me, telling me that she had nothing left for me. It didn’t matter, I didn’t need her to love or want me. She had no fucking choice anymore.

“This traitor bitch didn’t like being degraded but she fucking betrayed me, and Star, no one betrays me and gets away with it. Be grateful I love you.”

She hiccupped on her sob. “You love me?” she said with sheer disbelief.

“You’re the only person I ever loved and I hate you as much as I love you. I always will.”

“For delusional reasons, Dante. You’re a fucking crazy bastard! I didn’t do anything to you and you’re killing me for your own made up reasons.”

“Enough!” I barked.

“When you cut into someone’s spirit they bleed just the same as a mortal wound, it’s just as deadly. You’re killing me. How can you claim to love me?”

“Dante! We need to wrap it up, the store owner is getting antsy out here.” Malik’s voice called through the curtain.

“Get dressed.” I ordered.

I HAD ONLY BEEN BACK a week and it felt like a lifetime. I had set the wheels in motion with my plan, making sure Dante saw me laughing and touching Malik at every opportunity. I knew he had cameras everywhere and watched them like an obsessed creep. There was nothing left of the boy who once resided in his body.

The images of that poor woman. I knew her; she was a girl Jenson was in love with. Dante’s damage leaked into others’ lives because of me. I literally created a monster.

I was sitting on the bed when he walked in buck ass naked and sweating. He was mumbling and shaking his head in a world of his own. I stood up in shock. “Your tattoos?” I stumbled over the words. He was bare. Not any ink in sight. Fuck, was I losing my mind?

His feral eyes shot to mine. His large strides ate up the distance and I backed away, holding my hands up. He looked enraged.

“Henna ink, you stupid bitch! You think I would mark my skin permanently with that prick’s ink? Are you fucking insane?”

“No, that would be you,” I bravely answered, regretting it instantly.

His pupils swallowed the whites of his eyes. He looked inhuman. “I hate you!” he spat.

“I hate you too.”

“You want me to wear his ink so you can picture him fucking you while I am?”

I laughed at his bizarre actions. What was he on? “He’s actually bigger than you, Dante. You don’t get me off with your pencil dick. I have to pretend you’re Cade to even get off.” I prepared for his fury but he laughed and that was even scarier.

“Come to think of it, Star, you do feel slack down there. I’m sure we can find something to fill that hole right up.” He launched at me and threw me over his shoulder. Like many times before I knew this meant I was about to be punished sexually and the worst punishment of all was making my body betray me . . .
and Cade.