Dante's room was bathed in the low, ambient light of his dark sanctuary. The mood was set for the familiar transaction—an attempt to exorcise the unwanted image of Letty with the practiced submission of Lisa.
Dante moved with the deliberate intensity of a man trying to outrun his thoughts. Lisa, with her olive skin, long black hair, and hazel-green eyes, was already ready, anticipating his usual commands.
He knelt over her, his lips starting a slow, possessive trail down her body. He kissed slowly, deliberately, over her collarbone, moving lower. He liked having s*x with Lisa; she knew the rules, she knew his commands, and she knew what to do and what not to do.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, beginning a slow grind, moving her hips to feel his immense length begging for him to e
