He opened the CCTV feed again and watched her lie there on the bed. Watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed. Watched her stare at that phone screen like she was willing it to ring.
She was waiting for him to call back.
Even after knowing the truth, even after Enzo walking out on her, even after understanding that everything between them had been a lie...she was waiting for Dante to contact her.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked slowly. Remembering the feeling of being inside her. The way her pussy had clenched around him when she came. The way she'd looked when he was fucking her hard, her face flushed, her eyes rolled back, completely surrendered to the pleasure.
She was one of the few women who understood that surrender wasn't weakness. That letting a man use her body was its own kind of power. That sometimes the only way to forget your pain was to let someone else create a different kind of pain....the kind that made you feel alive.
