Behind the Lens (Behind the Lives) (7 page)

She
pressed her fingernails into the flesh of his cock, returning pain for pain.
“I’ll hurt you more than you can ever hurt me.”

He
brought his other hand up to her neck, the pain in his eyes telling her he was
close to snapping. “Let go!”

She
swallowed against his grip, but definitely not from fear. “You know what you’re
doing is only turning me on more, and I can see it’s turning you on too.”

“I’ll
snap your fuckin’ neck before I fuck you.”

“Do
it then?”

“You’re
fuckin’ crazy.”

“Things
will get crazier than this, cos this is only foreplay,
dragi.
”

“If
ya don’t let me go, I’ll personally hand you back to that husband of yours,” he
said, his eyes more angry than horny now.

His
cock grew softer in her hand, making her swear. She gave it an extra squeeze,
annoyed with him, then climbed off, not caring about his yelp.

“You’re
a complete bitch,” he said massaging his cock, his expression pained. “I help
you out and all you do is gimme shit and a sore dick.”

“I
would’ve given you pleasure if you weren’t so infuriatingly stubborn,” she
snapped.

“You’re
unbelievable.”

“The
fucking would have been
unbelievable
.”

Shaking
his head, he snatched up some underwear out of the drawer without turning his
back on her, his actions weary, like he expected her to jump him again. “Put on
some clothes,” he said, his voice harsh.

“
Zašto
? You like the sight.”

“Jesus,
you’re arrogant.”

“I’m
not arrogant, it’s a fact, and if you weren’t so interested in what I offer,
then your cock wouldn’t have wept for me,” she said, licking her fingers.

He
sneered at her. “It leaks for anyone, even trannies if they suck well enough.”

She
smiled maliciously, wanting to goad him into grabbing and throwing her onto the
bed. “I love the way you talk, your mouth is dirtier than a
prostitutka
.
Maybe I was right to call you one, plus you love being used like a dirty whore.”

He
thrust a finger at her, his dark eyes dangerous. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth
before I toss you out.”

“If
you didn’t truly want me here then you would’ve done that already. So, Dante,
pick me up and toss me.”

“You
talk more like a
prostitutka
than I do.”

“You
really
don’t like that word, do you? Why is that?”

“Cos
I’m sick of people treating me like one! You, Beth, as well as people I don’t
even know.” His face reddened. “What is it about me that makes everyone think I
can’t be faithful? Well, I can be, but no one stays long enough to gimme a
chance! Like you didn’t. Go on, you’re not shy, tell me what’s so bloody wrong
with me that people treat me like all I’m good for is this?” He smacked his
cock, making himself wince.

“You’re
not the measure of your cock, it’s the whole package people want,” she said,
now feeling guilty for pushing him too hard, the devastation in his eyes not
what she wanted or expected. She wanted to hurt him for his physical pleasure,
not to cause him emotional pain.

He
threw his underwear at her. “If they wanted the whole package then they would
stay with me, but they don’t, so don’t gimme that shit.”

She
wondered whether she’d caused his low opinion of himself. No, she couldn’t be
the only reason, because he’d said that others didn’t want to stay either, and
if anything, it was probably the porn stars behind it, or more specifically
Craven, the wolf having paid them to have one-night-stands with Dante. She’d
spoken to a few of them, the women telling her that they would’ve loved to have
stayed with him, but they had been expressly forbidden, and if they had continued
to see Dante they would have gotten their faces carved up—like Candy had, the
woman used as an example.

Kara
breathed out, trying to think of anything but the truth to tell him, anything
to make him feel better. “You shouldn’t be so harsh on yourself,” she finally
said. “And the women who didn’t stay with you were probably married or had
partners; otherwise you would have them now, that is, if you wanted to.”

“You’re
married, so why don’t you piss off and leave me alone too.”

“I
don’t want my marriage, it’s toxic.”

“Like
our relationship wuz—and still is.”

“No
it wasn’t—
isn’t
, you never hurt me.”

“I
threatened to snap your neck only a minute ago.”

“An
empty threat.”

“How
would you know? You know nuthin’ ’bout me.”

“I
know more than you think.”

“Bullshit,
and I’m sick of you standing there like that,” he waved a hand at her body, “so
fuckin’ confident that I would cheat on Beth.”

“Again,
you cannot cheat when you aren’t with the woman, and if you go back to her,
she’ll hurt you again.”

“You
hurt me more than she ever did.”

“I
didn’t mean to.”

“Yes,
you did, you walked out, and now you’re walking right back in, thinking that
you can do anything you want. Well, you can’t!”

“I’m
only trying to take back what I lost all those years ago, and don’t tell me you
aren’t turned-on, because I know
you like forceful women. I’m guessing
that’s why you ended up with Beth. She does have bite, like me.”

“She’s
nuthin’ like you.”

“Which
is probably why you look so sexually frustrated. She’s not giving you what you
need. Does she know how you like to be forced to do things—”

“I
didn’t want half the shit you did to me! You were the one wanting that, not me,
but you never listened. I only did those things cos I wuz afraid to lose you,
but no matter what, you still went hot and cold on me, liking things one day
then yelling at me the next, confusing the shit outta me. You’re bloody more
bipolar than I am.”

“Don’t
kid yourself, Dante. You’re a deviant, you just won’t admit it.” His jaw
clenched, his eyes again flashing, but his silence told her what she’d said was
true. She smiled. “Can’t deny it, can you?”

“You
warped me.”

“You’re
wrong,
dragi¸
I just gave you what you wanted, because I know you so
well.”

“You
do not.”

“Then
tell me that you don’t imitate our love life with your lovers, just with you
causing the pain rather than the women.”

He
stared at her, his expression stunned, like he didn’t understand how she knew,
but she knew alright, again, Craven’s whores giving her all the information she
craved about Dante.

“I
know you better than yourself, Dante,” she said. “And way more than this Beth
can ever know. Our minds think alike:
Mi Smo Jedan
—We Are One
.
”

He
shook his head. “You ruined that, and I don’t know you at all, haven’t known
you for the past three years.
Unlike
Beth.”

“Beth
is gone,” she breathed out. “You dumped her.”

“All
cos you made it look like I’d cheated on her.”

“We’ve
already been over this. And what would she have said if she’d burst through the
door a few minutes ago? Your cock was in my hand while our naked bodies were
pushed up against each other.”

“I
didn’t reciprocate!”

“Your
cock did. It was hard for me
—not
Beth.”

“I
didn’t stick it in you.”

“You
wanted to though.”

“I
didn’t!”

“Don’t
lie.” She walked towards him, making him move to the side fast. “There’s no use
denying what you want, and since you’re now a free man, you can do it without
guilt.” She brought her hands to her breasts, pushing them together. His focus
sharpened, the look on his face telling her he was thinking about pushing his
cock between them. She groaned just thinking about it, making him look up, his
expression now conflicted, like he didn’t know what he should do. And she was
aching to make the decision for him.

“Fuck
me,” she said.

He
stared at her for what seemed like ages as though he had a devil on one
shoulder and an angel on the other, both whispering into his ears, confusing
him, making him go between the two, then without a word, he turned to the
wardrobe and pulled out a pair of leather pants, tugging them on commando. “I’ll
find someplace else to stay,” he said.

She
let go of her breasts. “But this is your home, you shouldn’t have to leave.”

“I’m
goin’ to Beth’s.”

“You
can’t, you broke up with her.”

“Then
I’ll unbreak up with her, and apologise.”

“That’s
not even a word, and you can’t, that woman is horrible.”

“You
don’t know her, so you can’t comment.”

“What
a load of nonsense. I saw how horrible she was to you. You shouldn’t have to
apologise, she should.”

“She
did, but I wuz too mad to listen to her.”

“And
rightfully so, which means it’s better you’re rid of that witch.”

“No,
it isn’t, I love her, and don’t call her names.”

Kara
grimaced. “I hope you’re not like this with her normally, because I didn’t take
you for a pussy who rolled over so easily. You used to argue like crazy with
me, even when I whipped you—literally.”

“I
still argue, today proof, but in Beth’s case I wuz wrong, and you were a bitch
when you did that, I didn’t like the whipping at all.”

“That’s
not true—for both. One, you came when I whipped you, and two, I saw the whole
argument between you and Beth.” Kara lifted her chin. “That woman was damn nasty
to you and you didn’t deserve it.”

“She’s
normally nice,” he said, pulling on a black T-shirt.

Kara
wanted to rip it off him, but instead crossed her arms over her chest, incensed
he was defending the horrible woman after Beth had mistreated him—as well as
herself. She narrowed her eyes. “Beth didn’t look so nice when she was
attacking me. Twice in two days I’ve been attacked. So, do you think my husband
is nice too, because he attacked me like your girlfriend?”
Ex girlfriend,
and it was going to stay that way.

“No,
and she wuz upset. It’s not the same.”

“It
is
the same. And go speak to Tiana. Beth upset her too, made her run
into her bedroom crying.”

His
face fell. “What? Why?”

“Tiana
told her to leave, but she wouldn’t. Next thing I hear is a slapping sound,
then Tiana ran into her bedroom crying and Ash came out, telling Beth to leave.
Beth is a bully, like my husband, and you, like me, need to realise this before
it gets more people hurt.”

He
rushed for the door, heading for Ash and Tiana’s room. Kara quickly pulled on
her dress, wondering whether she’d gone too far this time, because she knew it
was Tiana who’d done the slapping. But she’d backed herself up, saying that
she’d only
heard
the slap, so if it backfired, she was untouchable.
Plus, he would naturally think it was Beth, because Tiana was a creampuff.

Dante
knocked on the door, calling out Tiana’s name, while Kara pulled on one of his
shirts over her skimpy dress. She rushed into the passage just as Ash poked his
head out of his bedroom.

“Not
now, Dante,” Ash said. “Tiana’s upset.”

“Shit,
I’m so sorry,” Dante replied. “I had no idea Beth wuz coming over so early.
Please lemme apologise to Tiana.”

“Don’t
worry, it’s not your fault, just go to the lounge, the twins will be here
soon.”

Dante
nodded, then called out, “I’m sorry, T!”

Kara
followed him to the lounge, relieved she’d pulled that off. Dante slumped down
on the couch and ran a hand over his wet hair. She sat next to him and placed a
hand on his lap, frowning when he shifted over.
Again
, she knew she
needed to slow down, to control herself, but Dante always made her feel like
she was on fast forward, wanting to get to the good parts without waiting.

Kara
put her hand between her legs, aching to put it between his. “Are you still
going to contact that woman after she accosted me and your brother’s
girlfriend?”

He
shook his head. “No. She even slapped Ash last week.”

“That’s
horrible! Why’d she do that for?” Kara said, playing up her shock, although she
didn’t understand why he was getting upset over the woman slapping someone.
Kara had done a lot worse: Pushing women away from him, punching a couple, and
even flashing a knife once, which thankfully he hadn’t seen. And
da
,
she’d also hit Dante, but then again, spanking couldn’t be counted as violence.
Hmmm, she’d liked doing that to him, although he wasn’t so amused, but what did
he expect? After all, it was his own fault for allowing her to tie him up while
he was lying on his stomach, and she could’ve done so much worse. She refrained
from smirking at the thought, because he would have ripped the bedposts off and
tossed her out on her arse faster than she could say ‘strap-on’.