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knowing
damn well Craven’s promise that she could keep Dante was empty, just a ploy to
get her to do what he wanted.
    Her
eyes flicked up to the tiny camera hidden in the clock above Dante’s head as he
searched through a drawer. Her gaze shifted to the other ones hidden in the
light fixture, the framed drawing of Jimmy Hendrix overlooking the bed, an
alarm clock and a Māori wall sculpture with curved pieces of wood and
metal, the only thing that Dante was proud of making in high school.
    Dante
pulled out some underwear, then jumped as Kara ran her fingernails up his back.
She knew she was pushing him too fast, that she should take things slower, but
she was never one to wait for what she wanted, patience definitely not one of
her virtues, if indeed she had any virtues.
    He
turned around, still looking angry, although he’d told her a long time ago that
he got off on her being pushy and aggressive, like the first time she’d met
him. Her pussy clenched at the memory of the sex that had followed, the man so
damn talented.
    “Stop
lookin’ at me like that,” he snapped, bringing her back to the present. “I told
ja, I’m not having sex with you.”
    Kara
looked up at him, the top of her head reaching his chin. “I don’t want to just
have sex with you; I want you to fuck me raw.”
    He
shook his head, the curl of his lip making him appear as though he was going to
snarl. “It ain’t gonna happen. You left me, and now you expect me to forget
everything you did, the way you walked out, all the insults you threw at me.
Well, I don’t forgive so easy. So stop bloody coming onto me, cos you don’t
give a shit ‘bout me, just want me to service you like a fucking prostitutka .”
    “You’re
wrong; I want you to service me as a lover.”
    “I’m
not your lover, and now I’m not even Beth’s, no thanks to you.”
    “You
can’t blame me for what happened. She jumped to conclusions.”
    “Not
hard to do with you lying naked in my bed. I should’ve been the one apologising
to her, not the other way round.”
    “No,
you should’ve given her a real reason to be angry.” Kara slipped his singlet
over her shoulders and dropped it to the floor, leaving herself completely naked.
    “What’re
ya doin’?!” he said, his eyes going huge.
    “Hopefully
you.” She grabbed his towel, whipping it away before he realised what she’d
done, then shoved him into the cabinet, making him fall back against it, his
body sticking out at an angle, his hardening cock putting a smile on her face.
Before he could right himself, she climbed on him, using the drawer he’d opened
as a step, then started kissing and biting his lips. He remained stiff
underneath her, like he was petrified of what she was doing, something she
wasn’t used to with him, because he never had self-control, her come-ons always
ending in him pushing her back hard, and fucking her even harder.
    She
grabbed his cock, readying to penetrate herself with it, not willing to wait
for a condom, and if anything, she wanted him to get her pregnant, then there
would be no way Craven or Beth could separate them.
    He
tore his head to the side and grabbed her wrist, his features pained as he
growled, “Let go.”
    She
gripped tighter, using her nails just enough to let him know she’d hurt him if
he took away her prize. “Fuck me like I know you want to,” she growled back,
then bit his jaw, causing him to shiver.
    “I
don’t wanna fuck you,” he said, his voice croaky, his dark eyes even more
dilated, like he was fighting with himself, both wanting and not wanting her.
    “Liar.”
She loosened one finger and scratched his cock, making him wince, although she
knew he liked it. “And I won’t let your cock go unless you put it inside of
me.” She moved her nail up to his slit, penetrating it oh ever so slightly and
causing his eyes to widen. “I bet Beth doesn’t know how much you like being
hurt, how you prefer to be dominated, which is why I bet you