Violation

"No, you ain't," he countered, in dismay.

"Yes, I am," I pressed my lips together, holding a smile.

"You were in orgies, Arianna," he growled.

"I'm not saying I never had actual sex, Dante, I'm saying that I never had anyone in my pussy," I said it more clearly for him to understand. "They fucked my butt, my mouth, and my hands, but never my pussy."

His jaw dropped again, "Why?"

"Because of you, what else?"

"Arianna," he clenched his jaw, "you better not be lying."

"I am not lying," I laced my arms around his neck. "I am a virgin, I never had a cock in my pussy, Dante. I only want yours."

"But the boys,"

"The boys were only an excuse for me to see you," I scoffed. "I never felt anything for them, not even attraction. From the moment I saw you, everyone else lost it's glow in my eyes, they are all bland and boring near you. But I was only able to get to you by doing the worse of the things, and that happened to be sex. So, I did that. I wanted to find a way to get you so mad that you would send those stupid Catholic rules to hell and be with me. Sex with Noemi did it."

"Arianna," he grinned viciously, "you are devilish."

"For you? Yes, I am," I purred.

His fingers traced down the scar that crosses over my left eye and I struggle to hold my breath, goosebumps spreading down my spine, "The evil really is the embodiment of lust to tempt us, ain't it?"

Did he just call me the embodiment of lust, "Am I to you?"

Both his hands went to my hips again, moving me to be right in top of his crotch, forcing his steel erection to pressed against my wet panty, getting a moan out of me, "Why don't you tell me? Do I look hard enough and near cumming because of you?"

"Dante," I grabbed his shoulders.

"Fuck, Arianna," he pressed himself even harder on me, "my cock gets so painfully hard when you say my name." His lips going to my neck, sucking and biting hard. "It's been so long since I last kissed, since I last fucked, my balls are so heavy with cum, I can't wait to get your pussy dripping with it."

His words made me freeze, "I… I need to tell you something."

He frowned, suddenly tense as he saw the look on my face, "Then tell me."

I swallowed and grabbed his right hand softly, and he allowed me to guide him, then brought him under my panty then went to my waist, until under my bellybutton to my lower belly where the new scar is, and when his fingers traced it, he winced confused and I felt my eyes welling up with tears, "I," I struggled, looking down.

"You didn't have this scar before you left in June, Arianna!"

"I told you," I stared down at his hand in my belly, "I was… wounded when they kidnapped me, and,"

Dante grabbed my chin with his other hand, making me look at him, "Look at me, Arianna," there was a plead in his voice, and that threw me totally off guard, and when I blinked, the tears I was holding rolled down, and the pain in his eyes made me feel even more vulnerable. "What," he paused, jaw clenching, "did they do to you?"

It took me a minute to speak, my eyes wavered but stayed on his, and my lips parted and closed over and over again, until I gulped. "They wanted revenge for me having caused trouble in their territory when I… killed Ricardo Campogalliani and his companions, after they murdered my parents. I also killed some of their allies, which made them angry at me. They… thought I was a psychopath, and since psychopath can be passed down," my lips trembled for a second and I swallowed, "they… made sure I wouldn't pass it down."

He froze and slowly, something very, very dangerously lethal bloomed in his eyes, "Who," he hissed, "did this to you? The name!"

"Enzo, Elena, Claudio, Alessandra, and Damiano Santelli," I said, feeling sick, bile on my throat, anger shivering my bones.

"The Santelli of Florence?" He asked through clenched teeth.

Swallowed, I nodded, "Yes. They,"

"Mutilated you, Arianna," his fingers traced the scar on my lower belly again, and more tears rolled down my cheeks. "They did this on purpose," he cursed. "To stab you directly in your womb," his hands came up again, holding my face painfully softly, so much it hurt, "it was a cruelty that deserves death." He pressed his forehead on mine and I slowly laced my arms around his waist, "Is that what you wanted to tell me, Arianna?"

I closed my eyes, "I can't have kids anymore. I'm sorry."

"It was not your fucking fault, Arianna, you have nothing to apologize for," he said with so much intensity, I opened my eyes to meet his that were already set on mine. "By what I know of your history, I know that you must have been ambushed when you least expected, that was not your fault."

"But I won't be able to give you a baby now," I cried.

He froze again, "You wanted to give me a baby?"

"I wanted to give as many babies as possible," I told him. "I… I wanted to build a family with you, once I made you get out of this madness of being a Priest. But now I… I can't do that anymore, and,"

Dante stopped my words with a kiss, a intense kiss that I was helpless against and couldn't do anything aside from kissing back just as hard, bringing my hands to his soft hair, as he brought his to my waist, hugging me tight against with both his arms. And when his tongue grabbed mine again, I was aware enough to feel the metallic bud in the middle of it, which made me gasp.

"Took you long enough to notice," he purred.

"You have a tongue piercing," I gasped, even more turned on.

"Wanna know where else I have a piercing?" He grinned like a devil, and my eyes widened, thinking something that can't be. And before I could even pond that, he held my face in both hands and kissed me once again, quick this time, nuzzling our noses, "Arianna," he whispered my middle name against my lips, "I never wanted kids."

Something akin to relief hit me like a wave, "Never?"

"Never," he brushed his lips on mine. "I never saw myself as a papa. I loathe what happened to you, and it makes me want to go there and murder them myself for violating you this way. However,"

"However?" Hope bloomed in my chest.

"The fact that you're now infertile only makes me want you more," he bit my bottom lip sensually. "It means I'll me able to fuck you raw all the time, and that I'll be able to fill you to the brink with my cum, without having to worry about you getting pregnant. I've been dreaming with seeing you dripping with my cum, but I was a bit scared that I could get you pregnant by doing what I wanted. It kept me away. Now?" He purred, "Now I have no reason to back out."

"I knew you wanted me," I beamed overjoyed.

"I'm still 15 years older than you, Arianna."

"And I still have daddy issues, Dante," I purred.

"Fuck it," he cursed before slamming his lips on mine again, pinning me down, grabbing my hands and bringing them to his shirt, and as I began to quickly work my way to unbuttoning his silk black dress shirt, he caged me under him, kissing me as if he's been missing my lips for ages, which might be the case. And when his right hand went to my panties, touching my covered pussy, he cursed against my lips, "Hell be damned, Arianna, you're dripping wet," he groaned.

"This is what you do to me, daddy," I finished with his shirt and tried to get it down his shoulders and arms.

"What did you just called me?" He asked, pausing my hands.

"Daddy?" I pouted sensually.

"Fuck," he groaned, getting on his knees above me, getting rid of the shirt and throwing it away, giving me the unholiest view of his scarred and tattooed hairless sculpted upper body, that made my jaw dropped and my mouth salivate at the sight of the many small tattoos covering his chest, the snake taking most of his right arm, and the thunderstorm tattooed on his entire left arm, all while not having any ink above his scars, not at all the body of a fucking Priest.

My hungry eyes devoured all of him and scattered down his hips, and into the sculpted V of his hip-line, and to how his cock was almost bursting out of his pants. And I couldn't help it, I brought my small hands to his right tight where the outline of his huge and thick cock was, and I pressed it down, getting an agonizing moan from him.

"Arianna," he growled, "as much as I want to fuck your hands and your mouth and your butt and your breasts and every part of you, I have no patience for foreplay right now. You can explore me and my body later as much as you want, but not right fucking now." Then he grabbed the waistband of his pants, unbuttoned and unzipped it, making my anxiety grow tenfold. "Right now," he exclaimed, tearing his pants away from his body, grabbing his frighteningly thickly huge cock in his hand, and as my eyes fell to the head that is thicker than a plum, I found the other piercing he was talking about, "I need to feel your virgin tight pussy around my cock."

"Oh my God," I cried.

"Yes, baby girl, I'm your God. So, spread your legs, push this lil panty aside, and open your folds with your fingers, and worship me by taking all I have to give you like the good girl you are for me and only me, yeah?"