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“What I want is for you to focus on me. If you have any questions, ask me. If you see something that bothers you, tell me. Do not speak to any other man here tonight. About anything. Do you understand?”
“Are you asking... or telling?” I had the audacity to ask.
“Telling.”
“Okay,” I agreed easily with the reappearance of Dante’s dominance. “I’m sure there’s no one here I’d want to speak to anyway. I promise. I’ll only have eyes for you.” I smiled up at him with the most flirtatious simper I could muster.
“Good girl,” he praised huskily. “Tonight is a special occasion for us. For you.” He raised my hand to his lips, pressing the pads of my fingers against his mouth. “We will have a nice dinner.”
I swallowed.
“Maybe a dance or two.”
Oh, God.
He let go of my hand, grabbed my ass and pulled me up harshly against his groin. “And then, I will fuck you until you can’t take me anymore. I’ve waited long enough for you,bambina.”
Holy hotness. I thought I was going to pass out.
“Any questions?” he murmured against my mouth.
“No, no.” I breathed out, trying to catch my breath. “Dining. Dancing. Fucking. Got it. It’s just that... I don’t really like to dance.”
He chuckle-growled as his mouth descended on my neck. Pushing aside the bow that served as the dress strap, he started to suck on my shoulder. Long, hard, deep sucking. Gasping, I threw my head back and moaned at the sharp pain. I grasped the lapels of his tuxedo jacket as he bent me backward, his mouth not stopping its pleasurable torture. I knew what he was doing; he was marking me. From the intensity of the suction, I’d have a bruise there for sure. When he was done, he lathed it with his tongue and lifted his head to admire his handiwork. Licking it one more time, he put my strap back in place and dropped a quick kiss on my cheek.
“Why?” I asked shakily as his hand returned to the small of my back and I walked with wobbly legs next to him on the walkway. He must have known the impact he’d had on me. He wrapped his arm fully around my waist as we passed the next bungalow along the path.
“Because I wanted to,” he answered brusquely. “Because tonight, I want every man in the room to know that you wear my mark. You’re mine, baby girl, and that means no one else can touch you.”
***
DANTE WAS RIGHT. Isaw things in the ballroom that I didn’t understand. He told me I could ask him questions if I had any, but I didn’t even know what questions to ask.
The hall was a gilded monstrosity of mirrors, dim lighting, gold walls and candles everywhere. It was ostentatious and over the top and absolutely spectacular at the same time. One half of the space was a dance floor that was empty when we walked in. I didn’t recognize the music the orchestra played but it was beautiful, suitable for a ball.
“Good evening, Mr. Calegari.” The maître d’ greeted us at the doorway to the ballroom which was an extension off the backside of the resort lobby.
Dante didn’t answer him, just gave his usual nod.
We followed the maître d’ to a table for two that was on the far side of the dining area. We faced the dance floor with our backs to the open wall of the ballroom. The warm breeze felt lovely against my back as Dante slid my chair out for me and pushed it back in before taking his.
After we were seated, the maître d’ started to lay down what I assumed was the wine list. Dante waved it away.
“The Bordeaux. A bottle,” he ordered, oozing confidence as he leaned back in his chair. The maître d’ immediately nodded and walked away.
Dante turned to look at me. He didn’t say anything, so I smiled. “This is beautiful.”
He nodded again. I groaned inwardly. I’m shy so I completely understand how easy it is to not find the right words, but Dante wasn’t shy. Not five minutes ago he said he wanted to fuck me until I couldn’t take him anymore. Nope. He’s not shy. But he is ridiculously quiet and that quiet unsettled me. Until a hand grasped my thigh under the table.
I turned startled eyes to him, and he squeezed my leg. Maybe he didn’t know what to say, but Dante sure knew what to do to put me at ease. Under his touch, I instantly relaxed, the tension starting to flow from my body.
“Maybe,” he leaned over to whisper in my ear, “we should have brought the blindfold.”
“No,” I couldn’t help but giggle, “I’ll be alright. Now.” I hung my head shyly and received another reassuring squeeze on my thigh.
I people watched as we waited for the maître d’ to return with our wine, which he did within only a minute or two. I expected to be handed a menu, but he filled our glasses after offering Dante a sample, then walked away again.
“Are we ordering?” I leaned over and asked Dante as he took a drink from his wine glass.
