SERENA
“Oh … okay,” I whisper, not sure what else to say or do. It doesn’t sound like he is giving me a choice. Or is he? Do I even want a choice? It’d be easier to tell myself I was forced, but no matter how cruel and horrible a person he is, I can’t deny my curiosity, and like I said, this was going to happen, one way or another.
Placing two fingers beneath my chin, he forces me to look up at him. “Do you want to do this?”
Swallowing thickly, I look at the throbbing length trapped between our bodies. The head is an angry red and swollen. It looks almost painful. It’s now a choice that he’s given, and I find my head nodding without thought. Looking back up, I see a dark gleam in Dante’s eyes as he drops his hand and trails it down between my breasts before reaching for my hand.
Anxiet
