He grabs my hand holding the spoonful of gelato and brings it to his mouth. We’re so close, I can feel the heat from his body and feel his breath on my face.
He barks at Rosario and Enzo to leave and they scurry.
I don’t flinch as his hand tightens around my wrist. “You’re hurting me.”
“I thought you enjoyed it,” he growls, and he bends me over the kitchen table and pulls down my pants and my lacy panties, leaving me completely exposed. Then I feel a resounding smack on my ass and feel a sting that hurts and excites me at the same time. The sting gives way to a slow burning sensation that I think I could learn to enjoy.
He pulls me up roughly and spins me around, pinning me up against the wall with his body and holding my wrists over my head with one hand while his other slides down my abdomen until it reaches the opening of my wet pussy. He roughly shoves his fingers into me at the same time as his mouth finds mine, crushing my lips with urgency. I almost come right there.
A soft moan escapes his throat as his fingers go deeper, moving fast and ruthlessly inside me, causing me both pain and pleasure, so much so that I stiffen and stand on my toes. I’m sure he could pick me up like this if he wanted.
His pressure doesn’t let up and I’m gasping for air under his deep kisses as I feverishly kiss him in return. We’re like two lovers separated by war, who haven’t seen each other for years, and have finally been reunited.
He lets go of my wrists and my hands grab the back of his neck, my nails digging into his flesh in response to being lifted off the floor an inch or two as his fingers work their magic deep inside of me.
His hard cock is pressed against my thigh, eager to fill my pussy. Dante rubs my clit just enough to make me moan from the friction and the anticipation. I’m surfing on a wave of pleasure brought on by his skilled fingers and tongue.
Keeping his knee between my thighs, he unzips his trousers, releasing his cock that is the size of a zucchini, he’s so hot for me. He doesn’t give me long to admire it. Grabbing my hips, he thrusts into me. I do not protest or fight him off. I want this as much as he does.
I love how strong and powerful he is, breaking the rules, and oh my sweet baby Jesus, he has both hands under my butt cheeks and knows exactly how to move me, finding my G-spot and whatever other buried treasure is in there that no other man has found.
As my orgasm builds, I clench onto his shoulders and his mouth wraps around one breast, teasing the nipple. Right when I’m ready to explode, he gives it a nip that sends me over the edge and I scream out, releasing my sleeping dragon as I climax loud enough for anyone on the grounds to hear me.
Dante pumps faster and faster, holding my butt cheeks in his strong hands as he comes inside me with a loud groan. His head slumps on my shoulder and I rest my head against his as he lets my feet touch the floor, but he continues to hold me as I’m too weak to stand on my own.
We stand entwined until my legs feel steady enough to support me, and he lets go so I can pull up my panties and find my pants.
And then he’s gone without a word.
19
Dante
Rosario serves the four of us dinner and Juliet is too quiet. I pour her wine and she takes only small bites of her food. I wonder if I fucked her too hard an hour ago in this very room.
Riccardo and Flavio joke about a girl they saw in Milan, and instead of adding to the comments about how big her breasts were and how Flavio would have fucked her in an alley given half a chance, I clear my throat and they stop.
The guys sense my foul mood. Riccardo leaves immediately after dinner while Flavio waits for Juliet, who decides to follow me into my den.
“What?” I’m not in the mood for small talk.
“What’s the deal with my dad, my biological one?” She sits on the corner of the table, letting her leg tease me by its sheer presence, dangling within my reach.
A couple of good fucks and she’s learned how to manipulate my baser needs into something she wants. So typical of a woman.
“What do you mean?” I flip off the TV on the wall and give her my full attention. “We’re meeting him tomorrow, his side won’t have any weapons, just don’t get too close. Simple.”
“Why don’t you like him?”
“Long family history.”
“Dante,” she protests.
“I can’t tell you.” I try again to brush it off, but I know it’s useless.
She gives me a look that I can’t deny, that tiny smile of hers with her perfect teeth and lips, lips I kissed so passionately just over two hours ago.
I pull a file out of my desk and hand it to her. “Here.”