CONSUMED By The Past | 18+ (Ongoing)

CHAPTER 12

DANTÉ

Five minutes later, Ava and I ride the elevator in silence to the eighteenth floor. I had made the reservation in advance, prior to heading up to Castell's on the rooftop of the hotel. While it may seem a little audacious to book a room in advance, it never proved to be a waste in all the years I've been doing it.

Once we step inside my hotel room, she tosses her purse on a chair and wastes no time trying to undress me. A startled gasp escapes her, her eyes widening as I abruptly grab her waist, pinning her against the wall. My lips brush against her ear, hoarsely whispering, "You're such a horny little slut, aren't you," while my fingers clamp around her neck. "I'm calling the shots, got it?" I add.

With a sultry tone, Ava whispers, "Yes, sir," as she sensually caresses my chest. Her hazel brown eyes smoldering with lust as she draws her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on it. I tilt her chin up with a slight upward motion and crush my mouth on hers. The kiss is rough and driven by pure lust. There's no gentleness at all. Our tongues tango in a wild, passionate frenzy as my free hand slips between her thighs, stifling a groan upon feeling the wetness of her panties. I pull the tiny fabric to the side and glide my fingers between her wet cunt.

Her soft moans escape into my mouth, prompting me to release our kiss and playfully bite her lower lip. I want to watch her crumble under my touch. Without warning, I plunge a finger deep inside her... 

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 As much as I want to make her cum, I need to assert my dominance and not reward her. I withdraw my fingers, and Ava's eyes snap open, narrowing them as she whimpers in protest.

"A dirty slut better learn to be patient and take what I give her," I warn as I dip my fingers, coated with her juices, in her mouth. She sucks them eagerly as if it is the most delicious thing she's ever tasted.

Mmm...

Let's put that mouth to better use.

Haven't done anything since I saw Mia, so gotta let off some steam first before getting wild with her.

Stepping away from her, I assertively command, "Take off the dress," and she promptly slips it off, letting it fall to the floor.

Damn, she's hot!

Confidently flaunting her large braless boobs and pierced pebble peaks, she's wearing only a tiny, black lace panties, garters, sheer thigh highs, and stilettos. I lick my lips, raking over her body, devouring her inch by inch. The throbbing down below suddenly reminds me of how badly my dick craves attention.

"On your knees, whore," I command, knowing well that Ava always found pleasure in power play and derogatory language.

Without hesitation, she follows my instructions, and I start unbuttoning my oxford shirt, pulling out the shirttails, and undoing the rest of the buttons. When I remove my shirt, Ava's eyes widen in surprise, and her breath hitches in her throat.

"Holy shit, Danté!" she blurts, unable to tear her eyes away from me, admiring my transformation. "You look fucking incredible, and the tats... damn... they're beautiful."

Her flattery brings a smug grin to my lips, and a wave of silent satisfaction. It's not surprising that her reaction is the same as every other woman's when I take off my clothes. My muscles and tats always make them weak in the knees. I owe my significantly bigger and more ripped physique to my dedication to cage fighting and countless hours spent at the gym. As for my ink, I was inspired—a few years ago—to get nautical tattoos extending from my chest to my left shoulder and arms.

When I unbuckle my belt, Ava's gaze shifts to my hands. The moment I pull myself free, she releases a soft moan while her tongue darts out to moisten her lips. My dick is at full mast, pre-cum beading from the slit, and I swipe my thumb across the tip, making it shiny with lubrication. Then my phone rings unexpectedly.

Fuck, not now!

In my profession, it could be an emergency, so I quickly retrieve it from my jeans pocket while stroking my dick with slow pumps. But when I see the call is from an unknown number, I decline it, assuming it's likely a call to the wrong number. I put my phone on a side table, then head back to Ava, ready to tackle the situation at hand.

Licking her lips again, her hungry gaze study my engorged dick, just inches from her face. Removing my hand, I inch closer.

"C'mon, you horny slut. It's not gonna suck itself."

The moment the words leave my mouth, her fingers grip my...

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Such a greedy little slut.

Exhaling loudly, I wipe the sweat off my forehead as Ava releases my flaccid cock. With hair in a tousled mess, she sits back, using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth. A smug smirk plays on her flushed face.

Once again, I hear the sound of my phone pinging, but I ignore it.

"Get on the bed," I instruct, while removing my jeans and boxers. "And curl up with your legs to your chest and your wrists behind your thighs."

With a mix of anticipation and lust, her eyes darken, revealing her inner desires. Then she quickly heads to the bed. Just as Ava's about to take off her heels and get on the bed, I firmly reprimand, "Nuh-uh, keep 'em on."

Nothing excites me more than sexy lingerie and stilettos. She follows my instructions and positions herself as I directed. Fuck. Her glistening, needy pussy is irresistibly enticing.

Pulling my belt from my jeans, I walk over to her and loop the belt around her wrists, making makeshift cuffs. With her hands bound and her body deliciously displayed, her pussy and ass are ready for my pleasure.

Grinning, I comment, "Adding some color would make your ass look even better."

"Please, sir," Ava responds eagerly, her voice trembling with excitement.

I raise my hand and land a stinging smack on her ass, prompting a whimper from her. The sound of my palm meeting her skin sends a rush of excitement through my veins and then...

My phone pings again.

"Fuck!"

Clenching my jaw, I let out a heavy sigh. Scrubbing my hand over my stubble, I walk over to where my phone's lying on the table. I unlock my phone, swiping my screen and using my thumb print password. My eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, discovering two messages from an unknown sender.

Reading the first message, a wide grin spreads across my face. The second message makes my chest feel light and my pulse quicken. Within seconds, I'm half-dressed, but as I reach for my shirt on the floor, Ava's angry growl catches my attention.

"The fuck you're doing?"

Oops, forgot about her.

"Sorry babes, I gotta go," I say, untying her wrists.

"Are you seriously gonna leave me all riled up?" Ava snaps, her voice dripping with frustration and need.

"I'm really sorry, Ava," I say, genuinely meaning it, but I can't continue this with her. Slipping my shirt on, I add, "The room is paid for, so you can stay the night. Order whatever you want. It's on my tab."

"Come on, Danté, a quickie will do," Ava begs, sounding desperate as I hurriedly put on my white sneakers.

"Gotta go," I reply firmly and with that, I make my exit.