Impure Love (Dark Mafia Duet #2)

14. Dante

14

DANTE

A liyah exits the subway, her head swiveling like a scared animal. I can't help but smirk as her fearful eyes pass right over me. Poor girl has no idea how close I am. My dick hardens at the thought of finally having her, the thrill of the hunt making me nearly feral with desire.

She steps out of the station, her feet quick against the pavement. Every step she takes, every sway of her hips, makes her more enticing. The way her body bounces and sways in her haste to escape an unseen pursuer drives me wild. Fear suits her, it makes her sexier.

I stay back, keeping to the shadows. She keeps glancing over her shoulder, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. Her desperation is palpable, and it only heightens my anticipation. She’s like a cornered animal, and I'm the predator closing in.

Her phone rings, and she answers it with trembling hands. “Sophia, I... I don’t know what to do. He’s still out there. I can feel it.”

I chuckle softly. If only she knew how right she is.

"Soph, I can't come back. It's not safe. I’m not safe," she says, her voice cracking under the weight of her fear. "I’m scared." The tremor in her words fuels my desire, making me want to close the distance between us even more. She has no idea how much her vulnerability excites me, how her fear makes this chase all the more thrilling.

She hangs up, her hand shaking as she shoves the phone back into her pocket. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but it’s no use. She’s on the edge of breaking, and it’s a beautiful sight.

Aliyah's steps are hurried, a frantic rhythm that betrays her fear. She pauses to check her phone, her fingers trembling as they swipe across the screen. I shake my head and chuckle, amused by her futile attempt at control. She picks up speed again, and the thrill of the chase surges through me again.

She approaches yet another shitty hotel, and I can’t help but tsk and shake my head. These shitholes are beneath her. She must be running out of money.

I watch as she hesitates at the entrance, her fingers gripping the strap of her worn-out bag. I lean against the brick wall of a nearby alley, the shadows concealing me. She doesn’t see me, but she senses something. Her head whips around, eyes wide, searching for a threat she can’t pinpoint.

I stifle a chuckle. She’s getting better at this game, but she’s still so naive.

Finally, she pushes through the glass door, and I follow, my footsteps silent. The lobby is as grimy as I expected—faded wallpaper, a flickering neon sign that buzzes incessantly. She approaches the front desk, the clerk barely glancing up from his magazine.

“I need a room,” she says, her voice shaky.

The clerk looks her over, unimpressed. “Cash or card?”

“Cash,” she replies, fumbling with her wallet.

I watch from a corner, taking in every detail. She hands over a few crumpled bills, and the clerk slides a key across the counter.

"Room 205."

Perfect.

She heads for the stairs, her movements quick and nervous. I wait until she’s out of sight before approaching the desk myself.

The clerk looks up, his expression turning wary. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah,” I say, sliding a few hundred-dollar bills his way. “I need the key to Room 205.”

His eyes widen, but he doesn’t question it. Money talks, and in this shitty ass dump, it screams. He hands me a duplicate key, and I slip it into my pocket.

I take the stairs two at a time, my pulse quickening with each step. The hallway is dimly lit, the carpet threadbare and stained. I reach her door, listening for any sounds inside.

There’s a soft rustling, the sound of her unpacking. I insert the key and turn it slowly, savoring the anticipation.

Adrenaline shoots straight to my cock as I grip the doorknob, hesitating just long enough to savor the moment. My hand rests on the cool metal, a shiver of anticipation coursing through me. This is it. Time to claim what’s mine.

I push the door open slowly, savoring the creak of the hinges. Her back is to me, her figure tense and unaware. All I can think about is bending her over the bed and taking her right now.

Patience.

Instead, I clear my throat, the sound cutting through the silence like a knife.

She jumps, whirling around to face me, her eyes wide with terror. I smirk, enjoying the delicious fear in her expression. “Miss me?”

Aliyah backs up, her hands trembling as she stretches them out in front of her, like they could somehow ward me off. Her voice quivers, "What do you want?"

“What do you think?” I step inside, closing the door behind me. The lock clicks into place, the sound final. “You’ve been running, Aliyah. But you should know by now, you can’t hide from me.”

Her eyes widen as I advance, every step deliberate, every movement calculated. I can see the pulse at her throat, fluttering like a trapped bird. She backs up, and I keep coming, not giving her an inch of escape.

"Stay away," she whispers, but her voice betrays her. It’s weak, trembling.

I close the distance between us, savoring the way she cracks under my gaze. "You know that’s not happening," I say, my voice low and controlled, each word dripping with authority.

She stumbles, the back of her knees hitting the bed. Her legs give out, and she falls onto the mattress, eyes still locked on mine. I step closer, towering over her. The sight of her splayed out, vulnerable, sends a rush of heat through me. My cock strains against my pants, a painful reminder of how much I want her.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly. I lean in, running my nose along the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent. She smells like fear and something sweet, something intoxicating.

"Please," she says, voice cracking. The sound of her begging, the raw fear in it, is music to my ears.

I brush a stray curl from her face, my fingers lingering on her soft skin. "You belong to me, Aliyah," I murmur, pressing myself against her. Her body tenses, but she doesn’t push me away. Not that she could.

Her whimper sends a jolt of pleasure through me. It takes everything I have not to take her right here, right now. But I want to savor this, savor her. I need her to understand that there’s no escape.

My hand trails down her body, feeling her shiver beneath me. The heat between us is palpable, electric. I press my solid cock against her once more, leaning in close, my breath hot against her ear.

“I have an ultimatum for you,” I whisper, my voice low and rough. I rock my hips against her, thinking that next time we won’t be clothed.

Aliyah’s eyes widen, a mix of fear and defiance swirling in those deep brown depths. She swallows hard, trying to keep her composure. “What do you want from me?”

“Everything,” I murmur, my lips grazing her earlobe. “Your submission. Your loyalty. Your body.”

She shudders, her breath hitching. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” I concede, a dark chuckle rumbling in my chest. “But you’re mine, Aliyah. You witnessed something you shouldn’t have. Now, you belong to me.”

Her body tenses, and she tries to push me away, but it’s a futile effort. My grip tightens, and I press her harder against the bed. “Stop fighting. It only makes this more difficult for you.”

“Difficult for me?” she snaps, her voice rising. “You’re the one making my life a living hell!”

I laugh, the sound harsh and unforgiving. “You have no idea what hell is, sweetheart. But keep resisting, and I’ll gladly show you.”

Her eyes flash with anger, and she glares at me. “I’ll never be yours.”

“Oh, but you will,” I say, my tone softening, becoming almost tender. “You’ll come to see that being mine is the best thing that could happen to you.”

Aliyah’s defiance wavers, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. I can see the conflict in her eyes, the war between fear and the inexplicable pull she feels toward me. It’s intoxicating.

“Here’s the deal,” I continue, my fingers tracing lazy circles on her hip.

I lean in, my lips grazing her neck. She trembles beneath me, her body betraying her as she squirms, brushing against my hardened cock. A low growl escapes me, and I whisper in her ear, my voice a dangerous purr.

“Here’s the deal,” I continue, my fingers tracing lazy circles on her hip. “You can either come with me right now,” I pause, savoring the moment, watching the defiance flare in her eyes. “Or,” I continue, my tone dropping to a deadly whisper, “I will kill that bitchy little roommate of yours. Sophia.”

Her name rolls off my tongue with contempt, and I can feel Aliyah stiffen beneath me. I can't help the way my hips move forward, brushing against Aliyah as I push myself up. Her body tenses, another shiver running through her.

The fear in her eyes morphs into sheer horror, and she shakes her head, her voice trembling with desperation. “No... please...”

I chuckle darkly, my smile widening into something dark and possessive, savoring the power I hold over her.I have her trapped.

“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice a dangerous purr as I lean closer, my breath fanning across her face. “So scared. So vulnerable. You’re completely at my mercy, and I think you know it.”

Her eyes are wide, her breath coming in short gasps. She’s panicking, and it’s beautiful. I lean in closer, savoring the way her body trembles beneath mine, her wide eyes filling with tears. I dip my head against her neck, my lips brushing against her ear. “What’s it going to be, Aliyah?”