And then he’d be right back to pinning me down on the bed while fucking me relentlessly.
I shivered at the thought of his cock thrusting into me from below as I rode him. A part of me hated him for it. I hated the way he so easily made me come undone. The way he so quickly made me give in. Still, I couldn’t deny that he knew exactly what he was doing. I thought I was pretty great at sex. But Dante? He was like an angry god. A king who knew exactly what he wanted.
Before I knew it, my hands were slipping between my thighs, my legs parting slightly just as I teased myself. One finger slid along the crease of my pussy, my mind replaying Dante’s words over and over.
You think you hold all the fucking power, don’t you?
Do you think you get to be disrespectful without being punished? Think again.
I wanted to believe that those words had turned me on simply because Dante knew all the right places to touch, to kiss, to bite. But now, with my own fingers plunging into my pussy, I had no excuse. Dragging the tip through my arousal, I circled my clit, gasping as my hips rolled forward in anticipation. I thought about how it felt to have him fill me up, how his hard chest felt pressed against mine. I could even imagine exactly what he’d say to me.
This is my pussy. Mine to use whenever I fucking feel like it.
That’s a good little wife.
The Dante that appeared in public was so different than the one that came out to play in the bedroom. It was as if he lost control of that perfect facade—the dutiful son by day and succubus by night. I could see the hard lines of his abs perfectly in my mind, the way his muscles flexed as he propped himself above me, the follow-me-lines that led deliciously down to…
“Fuck.” The low moan takes me by surprise as a wave of pleasure washes over me. My muscles tense before relaxing, thighs quivering as I cum. And, as the waves of my orgasm fade, I realize my mistake.
My eyes flick to the door, hoping Dante hadn’t heard me. He’d made it clear that I wasn’t allowed to cum unless he said so. My heart thuds against my chest as I quickly head to the bathroom, though whether it was from my morning tease or the fear of Dante finding out, I didn’t know.
As soon as the hot water hit me, I realized how stupid I was acting. Dante didn’t control me, no matter what he thought while he was fucking me. I let him fuck me like that because it felt good, not because he forced it on me. And I could cum whenever the hell I wanted to.
Still, I opened the bedroom door with a towel wrapped around my chest, peeking out into the living room. Dante wasn’t on the couch like I’d expected him to be. The fluffy throw was neatly folded over the back of the sofa, the pillows put in their correct places on either end. Curious, I tip-toed out of the bedroom. His suitcase was still open by the couch, clothes falling out haphazardly. Since we moved back into my family’s apartment building, he still hadn’t put his own clothes in my closet.
“Looking for me?”
I nearly screamed as Dante came around the corner from the kitchen. There was a mug of hot coffee in his hand, but that’s not what caught my attention. Dark gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, sharp lines of muscle disappearing beneath the waistband. His hard chest was on full display, his abs flexing as he tried to hold back a laugh.
“No,” I snapped, turning to head back to the bedroom.
His fingers caught the edge of my towel, letting me walk right out of it. “If you’re going to walk around the flat without any clothes, I’d rather you go all the way, sweetheart.”
Without thinking, I tried to cover myself, glaring back at him over my shoulder. “Not now, Dante. I have shit to do.”
“Oh, really?” His eyebrows shot up, a small smirk on his face. “Do you really want to speak to me like that so early in the morning?”
A tremor slid down my spine at his words. I gulped, trying to calm my racing heart. My hands slowly dropped away from my breasts as I fully turned to face him. Dante hesitated, his eyes trailing down my body as if it was the first time again. I wasn’t ashamed of it. Besides, I liked watching his cock harden just at the sight of me. It meant he wasn’t the only one with power.
“I have important things to do today. If you’re feeling frisky, might I suggest your hand?”
His booming laugh followed me all the way back into the bedroom. I stood in the closet, swiping through my clothes. Yesterday was a disaster. It made me look weak in front of my own people. Today I had to appear in control. Strong. Capable. I yanked a pair of black slacks from the hanger, pulling a white satin button-up to go with it, along with black boots with their signature red bottoms. When I finished dressing, I swept my hair back into a low bun, letting a few loose waves frame my face.
When I finally reappeared, Dante was nowhere to be found. It made me stop short, confused, until I saw a scrap of paper on the counter. Picking it up, I glanced over his hastily-written words.
Gone to the office. Your guards are waiting downstairs.
Guards? I didn’t need guards. Especially when I was just going to my own office down at the docks crawling with my own men and security. I crumpled the note in my fist. How dare he order my men around? Fuming, I snagged my keys from the hutch beside the front door, slamming the door shut on my way out.
He hadn’t been lying when he’d said the security was waiting for me. I’d tried to avoid them in the lobby by heading straight down to the garage, only to find a damn boot on my car and a driver waiting for me. The driver, Jules, had the decency to at least look apologetic, but my security guards, who I'd known since I was a kid, looked like they were taking their jobs seriously. Vincent and Ralph stood beside the town car with their arms crossed. I glared back at them, copying their intimidating stances.
“You’re not needed today. Go back to the lobby.”
They exchanged amused looks.
“Mr. Scarano told us to stick with you today,” Vincent said gruffly. He shrugged as if it was out of his hands.
“Is Mr. Scarano the Don?” I asked sweetly. Ralph glanced away. “Because, last I checked, Mr. Scarano wasn’t even a part of our family until only recently.”