I moaned at his insult.
I wasn’t sure why, but I loved it when they called me a slut, their good girl.
He leaned forward, his breath fanning across my lips. I thought he would kiss me. But he surprised me by hooking the belt around my neck and pulling me toward him. He unzipped his pants and whipped out his big cock with his free hand.
“You wanna act like a whore?” He tightened his grip on my throat, yanking on the belt. “I’ll treat you like one.” Jerking his long, smooth shaft, he stared into my eyes and grunted. “Did I tell you to stop fingering your tight little cunt, Miss Vianello?”
I loved and hated that he insisted on calling me that. Would it have killed him to call me Ava? Or even a cute nickname like his brothers?
Despite the nagging thoughts racing through my mind, I followed his order and continued fingering myself, my eyes on him.
My hands were petite, and he was so big I would need both hands to touch him properly. The Luciano brothers had big dicks. It was hard to say which of them was bigger. Not with Angelo and all of his piercings. And I didn’t get a good enough look at Stefan. I had Nico in my mouth, but I still couldn’t judge them.
If I wanted to tempt him with sex, I needed to give him something to remember. So I pulled down my shirt to give him a better look at my body. He squeezed the belt, stroking himself hard.
Like his brothers, he seemed to enjoy it rough. And I wondered what he would be like when he finally let go. When would he lower his guard and let me see the real Dante Luciano?
Our moans and groans mixed, filling the silence in the room. He looked like he hated himself for being this close to me. Dante could deny his feelings all he wanted. But we both knew he wanted me.
My orgasm spilled out of me.
Then Dante shot his cum onto my breasts and stomach, jerking his shaft until he got out every drop. He blew out a deep breath and tucked his dick into his boxers. “Fuck, look at what you made me do.”
“It’s okay to lose control.”
Dante shook his head. “I don’t lose control.”
I smirked. “You just did.”
His nostrils flared, and he rushed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.
ChapterTwenty-Five
AVA
Days after my encounter with Dante, I still couldn’t shake the feeling he left behind. It annoyed me how much I wanted him.
But I also hated him.
I focused on the computer screen, my fingers flying across the keyboard. Two weeks into my job with the Lucianos, I finally had some real responsibilities. My dad handed over the distribution of payments to me. I was also in charge of communication with our investors.
I flipped between screens, working on allocating the amounts required to disburse the structured payments from the hedge fund. Our clients were wealthy and had the assets to invest with no immediate return.
My dad wanted me to hide his dirty transactions with transfers from the cash I collected from the clubs. But I had some ideas that would make it easier to conceal our deception.
A knock on the door snapped my head to the entryway. Dante strolled into the room dressed in a black three-piece suit, his dark hair gelled off his forehead. His masculine scent filled the air as he stopped at my desk, studying me.
“Stop whatever you’re doing.” He rounded the desk and hovered over me. “I need you to make the transfers.”
“I need authorization codes.”
Dante leaned over me and entered his credentials into the bank’s website. I memorized every character and paid extra attention when he inputted the authorization code.
B4XZ73YM95
I had an eidetic memory and filed the authorization code in my mind for later. One day I would need it. Our game would eventually end, and I planned to come out on the winning side.
“Make the transfers, Miss Vianello.”