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Kiki bit her lip, gaze darting between Emma and the closed door of Joey’s room. “I had no idea it was this bad. He never talks about his time overseas.”

“Most vets don’t. They carry their ghosts in silence. They don’t want to burden the people they love. Joey’s going to need a strong support system around him. Not just family, but friends too.” Dante fixed Kiki with a hard stare. “Can he count on you? Or is he just another name to drop for clicks and followers?”

Kiki flinched as though he’d struck her. Color high in her cheeks, she lifted her chin. “I’m here, aren’t I? I could’ve bailed the minute things got real, but I stayed. Doesn’t that count for something?”

“Time will tell,” Emma said. And then she pressed record.

Chapter Twenty

EMMA

The dimly lit dungeon of Club Inferno embraced Emma like a lover’s arms, shielding her from the world outside. Kneeling on the soft floor, naked and vulnerable, she wore Dante’s collar with pride. The leather cuffs connecting her wrists to her ankles made her feel secure, a physical manifestation of the emotional bond she shared with him. The past few weeks had been tumultuous, filled with confusion and pain, but here in Dante’s dungeon, she found solace.

“Clear your mind, Emma,” Dante commanded, his voice a low growl. “Focus only on what you’re about to feel.”

Her heart raced as he blindfolded her with a silk scarf, plunging her into darkness. The anticipation heightened her senses, the air cool against her skin, the scent of leather and candle wax filling her nostrils. She felt Dante’s warmth as he moved closer, and then the delicate pressure of the lubed vibrator gliding between her legs.

He pressed the vibrator against her sensitive folds. It hummed to life, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Circling it teasingly around her clit, Dante inserted it into her wet pussy. A small gasp escaped her lips as he slowly pushed it deeper. Her hips instinctively moved in tandem with the vibrations, seeking more.

As her arousal swelled, she embraced the sensations fully, allowing them to wash over her like a tidal wave. The dungeon faded from her awareness, leaving only Dante and the pulsating heat within her.

Each breath she took was laced with desire, each movement punctuated by longing. And through it all, she knew Dante was there—guiding her, protecting her, cherishing her. In his presence, she was free to explore the depths of her submission, to discover the woman she truly was beneath the layers of restraint and expectation.

Emma’s breath hitched as the vibrator inside her pulsed and hummed, sending shivers up her spine. The blindfold heightened her senses, and each touch from Dante felt like an electric current igniting her skin. She had never been so aware of her own body, every nerve ending alive with desire.

“Moan for me,” Dante commanded.

Her lips parted, a soft moan escaping her throat. In that instant, Dante filled her mouth with his cock, his hand gripping the back of her head. She gasped around him as he began to guide her movements, setting the rhythm she was to follow. He pushed deeper with each thrust, forcing her to take him further into her throat.

“Good girl,” Dante praised. “Suck me.”

His words sent her into overdrive, and Emma eagerly complied, focusing on the way he filled her mouth and the vibrations between her legs. The combination of sensations was intoxicating, driving away all thoughts other than the pleasure they were sharing.

The dungeon and the world outside ceased to exist. Emma’s reality narrowed to the taste of Dante on her tongue, the weight of his collar around her neck, and the steady thrum of the vibrator within her. This was where she belonged, completely surrendered to him and the sensations he evoked.

Dante’s hand slid into Emma’s hair, gripping tightly as he pulled her head back, forcing her to take him deeper into her throat. His cock filled her mouth, the taste of him mixed with the sweet tang of her own arousal. She moaned around him, her mind clearing with each thrust of his hips, driving away every worry and emotion other than passion. This was her safe place, where she existed solely for pleasure.

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