Luna POV
My legs tremble, my chest heaving with ragged breaths, and I bite back a cry of frustration. Dante steps in front of me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Look at her,” he says to the room. “She’s holding on by a thread, but it’s only a matter of time before she begs. She’s already close—too close to deny it much longer.”
He leans in, his mouth hovering over mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he taunts me, his voice low and full of authority. “You know you’ll beg eventually, little deer. You always do. But how long are you going to make yourself suffer first?”
I shudder against him, my body betraying me with how much I need the release he keeps denying.
His fingers brush against my c**t, the touch so light it’s almost cruel. “Go on,” he whispers, his breath hot against
