WARNING: NON CONSENT
OLEANDER
When Dante mentioned having an important business to attend to, I had imagined walking into a boardroom. However, here we were in the worst place I could ever imagine on earth.
A strip club.
The dress I was wearing didn't help either. Black lace that clung to my body like a second skin, cut high on the thighs. Plunging low enough that every damned eye from the crowd felt like fingers grazing my skin.
I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself like it would protect me from this place, this crowd, and filth, but Dante's presence evaporated every thought of safety out of my mind.
He led me through the crowd of people gyrating to the 'SexyBack' by Justin Timberlake blasting out of the speaker.
The air was thick with sweat, perfume, and booze. Neon lights pulsed over slick bodies, and nausea surged up my throat as I felt Dante's arm resting low on my back.
He clasped my waist, pulling me into him. I bit hard on my lower lip, pushing back away from him, but his grip tightened, punishing, and he began to drag me like I was some recalcitrant child he couldn't wait to punish.
We arrived at another room, away from the noise and the crowd. I shoved at his chest, blinking at him in the dimly lit room. I took a step backward, my back hitting the wall.
"What do you want from me?" I whispered, trying to hide the fear enveloping my body.
"I believe it's time to give you rules you'll abide by."
My pulse raced in my throat as Dante moved closer, eyes narrowed. They flashed that weird gold.
"You don't question me, Olea," he said, clasping a fistful of my hair.
I didn't bother correcting him. After he tried to kill me, I might as well let him call me anything he desired. After all, it was my name before I changed it because of him. He tugged. All the pins holding the shoulder-length hair in place fell.
"I told that stupid maid not to touch the hair," he grunted. His nose was in my hair. He sniffed hard before gripping my chin. I shuddered, trying to pull away, but his hand remained firm, nearly crushing my face.
"Don't ask questions. Don't be too curious. Do everything I say. Don't do it, then…" he gazed at me, a wicked smirk on his face. "You'd be forced to do it."
"Lastly," he brought my face closer to his.
I shivered at the proximity. I could smell his cologne—masculine, earthy, and murky. His breath as his mouth opened. It was the most appetizing thing I had ever perceived. Minty and sweet. Cloying sweet, like honey mixed with maple syrup. It should nauseate me. I should hate it. Yet, I wanted to smell him more.
"The only time I want to hear you speak is when my mouth and hands are on your body, when you are screaming out my name," his lips kicked up. "In pleasure and pain."
My stomach twisted to a sickening degree. The fact that I could understand everything he said didn't make it feel any better.
"Now come on."
We continued our journey. We walked through several empty rooms with dimmed lights until we arrived at the last. It looked like a VIP lounge. Red and blue lights spilled from the bulbs. I saw a few people—men mostly—wearing expensive suits, seated with lit cigars in between their lips.
They weren't the only ones in the room. My heart quickened, and sweat licked the back of my neck as I saw the other occupants. Girls. Some were on stage, curling around poles in front of them like snakes, others were in front of the men, groping and prodding in their private areas like they were some goods.
I licked my lips, staring up at Dante nervously as he closed in on the men. Did he bring me here for this purpose? No. He couldn't be that cruel.
After killing my parents, he wants me to become a prostitute. The idea of that disgusted me. I didn't get fired from Sunny Side because I refused to conform to the norms to be forced to do the same thing here.
Suddenly, I hated my life. I loathed the fact that I was born into my family. The Collins family. If my father hadn't met this man, hadn't offended him as he'd claimed, my life would be perfect. The princess who was doted on by her six brothers. But this was my fucking reality.
"Black." The five men greeted Dante as he sat on the loveseat.
They looked equally intimidating, even though I could only make out a little of their features.
"What do we have here?" Not who, like I was some sample of a cheap item.
Dante smirked, finger curling around my wrist. He tugged, and I came down onto his lap with a gasp.
"She's my pet."
I wanted to deny it, but I remembered what he said. I grimaced, biting my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. My gaze was on the floor. For a brief second, I sat still on Dante's lap until I felt something hitting my butt. His cock? I turned to him, eyes wide, but he only bestowed me with a blinding smile.
"Look at her." He ordered.
A dancer swayed on the stage, hips rolling as she peeled off her top. Our eyes locked as if she knew I was watching her. A demure smile adorned her face before sliding a hand between her thighs. My cheeks burned, and my eyes went wide. It was the first time I'd watched such a nasty performance. As if it wasn't enough, I felt a finger trace the slit of my dress, inching higher.
I peeled my eyes away from the dancer to see Dante's hand moving into my dress. I slammed my legs shut, but he pried them open.
"Shut them again, and I am going to make sure you don't use them for a week," he said roughly.
"Why are you doing this?" I croaked, finding my voice.
"Because I can, love." He answered.
I blinked back the tears in my eyes. I turned to the left, and a man and a woman were going at it. The sound of skin slapping against each other, gruntings filled the air.
My stomach twisted as another moan sounded behind me. I couldn't even turn to look at who it was. This place was raunchy. I couldn't escape it.
I sucked in a deep breath through my teeth when Dante's fingers reached my panties. He nudged it aside, slipping through slick heat.
My eyes closed.
"Fuck, Olea. You're dripping." He husked against my ear, dragging his thumb in slow circles over my clit. "I didn't know you enjoyed watching people fuck themselves."
I didn't. A single tear rolled down my cheek, and I said in a small voice. "Please."
But it all fell on deaf ears.
Onstage, the dancer dropped to her knees, her thighs falling open as she teased her glistening cunt with two fingers. The men roared in approval. Someone threw cash towards her. The bills fluttered onto the stage like confetti.
"You slutty Oleander, pretending to hate it," Dante snarled.
Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them upward. I gasped, arching into him. The sensation of being touched so intimately down there was nothing I'd ever felt before. It was my first time. It hurt.
"Don't you dare try to hide your moans from me," he warned.
How could I pretend to enjoy it when I hated him with everything in me? This monster that was doing this to me against my will?
Dante's thumb kept working my clit, relentless, his other hand yanked my dress down, baring my breasts for everyone to see. I tried to cover myself, but his warning once again rang in my head. Helplessly, I let my hand fall to my side, enduring the torture.
It lasted for another minute. The humiliation. Forcing out every bit of response from me. Making me orgasm over and over again with his fingers. Then Dante thought he had had enough, and we left the club. We arrived at his residence in five minutes, my body buzzing with nerves.
Immediately, I stepped in, and he nudged me into the wall, his lips crashing over mine.
"I want to fuck you, Oleander." The filth of his words turned my stomach. "I want you to stare at your father as you cum all over my cock over and over again."
I stared at the picture that was now hung on the wall. My body shook with anger, and my lips wobbled. "You're a Vile man, Dante Corsetti. I hate you so much!"
"Then prepare to hate me each passing day," he chuckled darkly.
I couldn't tell what happened next. One minute, I was close to the wall, seething with rage, thinking of multiple ways to kill this man; the next minute, I was on the bed, naked, tied up with legs wide apart.
I cried out in pain as Dante thrust into me. I couldn't hold back the tears.
Dante didn't care. He had never. He flipped me over, forcing me on all four, and began to fuck me like some damned animal.
I felt my energy gradually leaving me. The room spun, my vision dimmed, and I fell forward on the bed.
"Stand up, slut!" Dante growled, spanking my ass.
But the problem was, his voice sounded far away. Too far.
My body couldn't even register the pain in my ass as he hit me over and over again. Finally, I stopped fighting to stay conscious and succumbed to the darkness.